<?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-4235961003988129881</id><updated>2012-01-19T18:53:52.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woolf Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-486656995540328777</id><published>2011-09-20T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:23:37.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been HORRIBLE about blogging. I am horrible about even getting on the computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought that when school started and we were back in a routine that maybe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just maybe I'd have time to get on here. I haven't! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We are busier than ever!! The kids keep me so busy. By the time I get up in the morning, run, scriptures, prayer, get the big kids out the door, get the two "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;littles&lt;/span&gt;" up and ready, clean, get lunch, get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; on the bus, run errands, do laundry, clean some more, play with Kali &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt;, get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Koop&lt;/span&gt; off the bus, clean some more, 2 different soccer practices (which I coach one), 2 different football practices, do homework, baths, dinner and prayers our day is pretty much over. Our weekends are completely book full with games as well. As busy as we are I LOVE every single minute of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One night we had just got home and it was late and I was in the kitchen trying to clean up a few things when Kooper came in and said "I need you to snuggle me Mom." (whenever he is tired he just asks me to snuggle him....I can sit/lay by him for 2 seconds and he crashes). Well I told him, "hold on just a few minutes." When I turned around this is how I found him. He was completely OUT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just thought it was pretty stinkin' cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think this is how we all feel at the end of the day (like we could crash anywhere).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ra0FQyCvqKM/TnjV6Jn2qfI/AAAAAAAACa4/KylcvekBYUA/s1600/August%2B2011%2B%2528374%2Bof%2B389%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654504527155866098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ra0FQyCvqKM/TnjV6Jn2qfI/AAAAAAAACa4/KylcvekBYUA/s400/August%2B2011%2B%2528374%2Bof%2B389%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2qYHH-P9QM/TnjVpbDLk8I/AAAAAAAACaw/q0qEQccdLQk/s1600/August%2B2011%2B%2528370%2Bof%2B389%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654504239776109506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2qYHH-P9QM/TnjVpbDLk8I/AAAAAAAACaw/q0qEQccdLQk/s400/August%2B2011%2B%2528370%2Bof%2B389%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life is CRAZY busy most of the time but that's how we roll.........and we wouldn't change a thing:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I don't know why it did all this weird spacing. Blogger wouldn't let me change it. Oh well.&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/4235961003988129881-486656995540328777?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/486656995540328777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=486656995540328777&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/486656995540328777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/486656995540328777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2011/09/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ra0FQyCvqKM/TnjV6Jn2qfI/AAAAAAAACa4/KylcvekBYUA/s72-c/August%2B2011%2B%2528374%2Bof%2B389%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-2438387487913044825</id><published>2011-04-27T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T12:05:07.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;failed&lt;/span&gt; her eye exam at school :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we got her right into the eye Dr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She got all set up in these super cute little glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She can now see 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;x's&lt;/span&gt; better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe that it took us this long to figure out that she needed glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She never complained a single bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking back I notice how she only will sit in one spot in the car (so she can see the TV).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She stands right in front of things so she can see better (and not because she is so tiny).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She gets headaches. We had thought it was because of having long hair or wearing her hair in pony &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tails&lt;/span&gt; or because she was tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Which I still believe all of that combined can cause your head to ache a little) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Picking your very first pair of glasses isn't easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a super hard decision for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She finally agreed on these ones and I think she looks adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-5OQL_GmGE/Tbhjy1XB8vI/AAAAAAAACak/GwFtNexrX9Y/s1600/easter%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600335861603496690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-5OQL_GmGE/Tbhjy1XB8vI/AAAAAAAACak/GwFtNexrX9Y/s400/easter%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our little four eyed girl!&lt;br /&gt;I especially love that she can now see better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-2438387487913044825?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/2438387487913044825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=2438387487913044825&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/2438387487913044825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/2438387487913044825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2011/04/four-eyes.html' title='Four eyes'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-5OQL_GmGE/Tbhjy1XB8vI/AAAAAAAACak/GwFtNexrX9Y/s72-c/easter%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-6767797668805013005</id><published>2011-04-24T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T17:01:56.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cc3ScVFSJ2w/TbS5voT9_EI/AAAAAAAACac/6exndZVSKeU/s1600/easter%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599304464654531650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cc3ScVFSJ2w/TbS5voT9_EI/AAAAAAAACac/6exndZVSKeU/s400/easter%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ROm0d0AG2I/TbS5fYfqZ8I/AAAAAAAACaU/xy9byQ3_VGI/s1600/easter%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599304185530705858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ROm0d0AG2I/TbS5fYfqZ8I/AAAAAAAACaU/xy9byQ3_VGI/s400/easter%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mg2xb0UW43I/TbS3r97a2_I/AAAAAAAACaM/mQHJJo_DQ_Q/s1600/easter%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599302202714414066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mg2xb0UW43I/TbS3r97a2_I/AAAAAAAACaM/mQHJJo_DQ_Q/s400/easter%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7GBkYorhXbw/TbS1TK4-miI/AAAAAAAACaE/Q21YiKaOwQU/s1600/easter%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599299577673849378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7GBkYorhXbw/TbS1TK4-miI/AAAAAAAACaE/Q21YiKaOwQU/s400/easter%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/4235961003988129881-6767797668805013005?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6767797668805013005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=6767797668805013005&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/6767797668805013005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/6767797668805013005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cc3ScVFSJ2w/TbS5voT9_EI/AAAAAAAACac/6exndZVSKeU/s72-c/easter%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-5859640966253074049</id><published>2011-03-17T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T19:50:35.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rip, Ride and Shred</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This last Saturday the boys entered a ski/snowboard competition.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I actually got away for a few hours to go cheer them on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so much fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I loved every minute of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These pictures are all out of order but here they are....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585234951370350242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqXGfil3ySE/TYK9mK-GnqI/AAAAAAAACZk/z6D5xKONDLU/s400/Beginning%2Bof%2BMarch%2B2011%2B%2528108%2Bof%2B151%2529.jpg" /&gt;Luke and his boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wmctH7rAs2k/TYK-qB0Cz1I/AAAAAAAACZ8/HZ6noXq0M3Y/s1600/Beginning%2Bof%2BMarch%2B2011%2B%2528117%2Bof%2B151%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585236117143342930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wmctH7rAs2k/TYK-qB0Cz1I/AAAAAAAACZ8/HZ6noXq0M3Y/s400/Beginning%2Bof%2BMarch%2B2011%2B%2528117%2Bof%2B151%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys after the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;competiton&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; took 1st place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He got a medal, poles and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;beanie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585235296217874882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gNkhgM8UIC4/TYK96PoKQcI/AAAAAAAACZs/3VCN9ZQiW0I/s400/Beginning%2Bof%2BMarch%2B2011%2B%2528114%2Bof%2B151%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; took 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He won a medal, new goggles and 3 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beanies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ltiJ6q3N1yY/TYK-Yv3GY3I/AAAAAAAACZ0/1MTJubZSuqE/s1600/Beginning%2Bof%2BMarch%2B2011%2B%2528115%2Bof%2B151%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585235820266546034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ltiJ6q3N1yY/TYK-Yv3GY3I/AAAAAAAACZ0/1MTJubZSuqE/s400/Beginning%2Bof%2BMarch%2B2011%2B%2528115%2Bof%2B151%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585234688854745122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_DBW4Zj-bmU/TYK9W5BgYCI/AAAAAAAACZc/yvmsQUZjsSU/s400/Beginning%2Bof%2BMarch%2B2011%2B%2528107%2Bof%2B151%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XU_XL5rvKPs/TYK8_oTqV1I/AAAAAAAACZU/zQdYaPldn7k/s1600/Beginning%2Bof%2BMarch%2B2011%2B%2528102%2Bof%2B151%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585230418214406082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tYOOcC6NRBs/TYK5eTpgR8I/AAAAAAAACXc/HrWeQpDn1cE/s400/Beginning%2Bof%2BMarch%2B2011%2B%252877%2Bof%2B151%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dw7t4V4bR_4/TYK5SqEW22I/AAAAAAAACXU/i6UxzqiV6wg/s1600/Beginning%2Bof%2BMarch%2B2011%2B%252876%2Bof%2B151%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 368px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585230218074184546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dw7t4V4bR_4/TYK5SqEW22I/AAAAAAAACXU/i6UxzqiV6wg/s400/Beginning%2Bof%2BMarch%2B2011%2B%252876%2Bof%2B151%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qq8DAETsJL0/TYK5DmWORbI/AAAAAAAACXM/EM-E2lfjj-U/s1600/Beginning%2Bof%2BMarch%2B2011%2B%252871%2Bof%2B151%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585229959377339826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qq8DAETsJL0/TYK5DmWORbI/AAAAAAAACXM/EM-E2lfjj-U/s400/Beginning%2Bof%2BMarch%2B2011%2B%252871%2Bof%2B151%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NtAjsfUCToY/TYK4Ra2LN0I/AAAAAAAACXE/uwrrwVJt4BU/s1600/Beginning%2Bof%2BMarch%2B2011%2B%252867%2Bof%2B151%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585229097296672578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NtAjsfUCToY/TYK4Ra2LN0I/AAAAAAAACXE/uwrrwVJt4BU/s400/Beginning%2Bof%2BMarch%2B2011%2B%252867%2Bof%2B151%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They got two runs each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We could only see the bottom half of the course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  They did some pretty cool tricks and it was a blast to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are so proud of you boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-5859640966253074049?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/5859640966253074049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=5859640966253074049&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/5859640966253074049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/5859640966253074049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='Rip, Ride and Shred'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqXGfil3ySE/TYK9mK-GnqI/AAAAAAAACZk/z6D5xKONDLU/s72-c/Beginning%2Bof%2BMarch%2B2011%2B%2528108%2Bof%2B151%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-1023394410191361232</id><published>2011-02-11T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T08:40:47.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skiing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time of year is so much fun for our kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They love going to Sunrise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(good thing it's free)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TVVURCUjlxI/AAAAAAAACW8/B-U7d84QatA/s1600/beginning%2Bof%2B%2B%25289%2Bof%2B12%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572452765598455570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TVVURCUjlxI/AAAAAAAACW8/B-U7d84QatA/s400/beginning%2Bof%2B%2B%25289%2Bof%2B12%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Koop&lt;/span&gt; is our little skier! &lt;/div&gt;He LOVES it!&lt;br /&gt;He can't wait for Saturday's to roll around.&lt;br /&gt;When he is skiing he doesn't ever want to stop, not even for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;He can go all the way to the top.&lt;br /&gt;He says, "I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;twintwips&lt;/span&gt; (twin tips) and I can ski backwards."&lt;br /&gt;He is constantly practicing his 360 off my couch just like "his boys" do.&lt;br /&gt;I think he is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572447371753917442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TVVPXErzjAI/AAAAAAAACWs/p1TwndDpHdk/s400/beginning%2Bof%2B%2B%25288%2Bof%2B12%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; gets to go skiing every Monday with the school, plus Saturday's with Luke.&lt;br /&gt;Last week he got braces.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a dent in the bank account!&lt;br /&gt;He has been getting the expected name calling, by us!&lt;br /&gt;Brace face, train tracks, metal mouth...you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; is the one who thinks it is so funny to call him brace face.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt if I will ever get a picture of him with his teeth showing.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BvoqQkqzys4/TVVQ_ODDprI/AAAAAAAACW0/CDUJQNDeMBU/s1600/Begining%2Bof%2BJanuary%2B2011%2B%252815%2Bof%2B15%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572449160973756082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BvoqQkqzys4/TVVQ_ODDprI/AAAAAAAACW0/CDUJQNDeMBU/s400/Begining%2Bof%2BJanuary%2B2011%2B%252815%2Bof%2B15%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; may be our only one who won't have to get braces!&lt;br /&gt;His teeth are perfect!&lt;br /&gt;I hope they stay that way!&lt;br /&gt;I think that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; look more like brothers now than they ever have.&lt;br /&gt;It is totally the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; is giving longer hair a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TVVOzwmkOJI/AAAAAAAACWk/3pHKi55iSCA/s1600/trailriders%2Band%2Bkason%2B%25288%2Bof%2B11%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572446765067810962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TVVOzwmkOJI/AAAAAAAACWk/3pHKi55iSCA/s400/trailriders%2Band%2Bkason%2B%25288%2Bof%2B11%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; have both been trying to master the 360 while skiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; said he did a 540 this last Monday but didn't land it.&lt;br /&gt;It is so fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for video cameras!&lt;br /&gt;I make Luke take my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; so that I can watch them all ski when they get home.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next year will be Kali's turn to learn and then we can all go.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a picture of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenz&lt;/span&gt; but she is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;She can totally hang, although she would love a girl to go with her.&lt;br /&gt;She has been patiently waiting for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; to be able to go with her.&lt;br /&gt;So now that he can go to the top she is happy!&lt;br /&gt;She loves to go with Luke.&lt;br /&gt;She is even starting to catch a little bit of air on some of the jumps.&lt;br /&gt;She is very careful though and isn't a big risk taker.&lt;br /&gt;She is perfectly fine just taking her time and watching everyone else do the crazy tricks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-1023394410191361232?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1023394410191361232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=1023394410191361232&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/1023394410191361232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/1023394410191361232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2011/02/randomness.html' title='Skiing'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TVVURCUjlxI/AAAAAAAACW8/B-U7d84QatA/s72-c/beginning%2Bof%2B%2B%25289%2Bof%2B12%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-6965583074238363056</id><published>2011-01-17T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:45:42.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TTS2LyfE17I/AAAAAAAACWY/2xuXqhLo0mc/s1600/Christmas%2Btime%2B2010%2B%252896%2Bof%2B124%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563271753356335026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TTS2LyfE17I/AAAAAAAACWY/2xuXqhLo0mc/s400/Christmas%2Btime%2B2010%2B%252896%2Bof%2B124%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It took me almost a week to get this "washable" marker off her cute little face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This girl kills me!&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/4235961003988129881-6965583074238363056?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6965583074238363056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=6965583074238363056&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/6965583074238363056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/6965583074238363056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2011/01/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TTS2LyfE17I/AAAAAAAACWY/2xuXqhLo0mc/s72-c/Christmas%2Btime%2B2010%2B%252896%2Bof%2B124%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-5027600308134770238</id><published>2010-12-21T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T18:45:33.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TRFld-VP5WI/AAAAAAAACWM/JIAbKC0op8M/s1600/Nate%2Band%2BLinde%2Bw%2BSanta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553331381147264354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TRFld-VP5WI/AAAAAAAACWM/JIAbKC0op8M/s400/Nate%2Band%2BLinde%2Bw%2BSanta.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom came across this picture the other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's me and my older brother Nate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I would have been looking at the camera you would have seen my 5 chins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nate has twin boys and I think he looks just like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Trex&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow....that was a LONG time ago!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-5027600308134770238?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/5027600308134770238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=5027600308134770238&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/5027600308134770238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/5027600308134770238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/12/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TRFld-VP5WI/AAAAAAAACWM/JIAbKC0op8M/s72-c/Nate%2Band%2BLinde%2Bw%2BSanta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-6301182219903245629</id><published>2010-12-06T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:18:52.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few weeks ago I mentioned to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Koop&lt;/span&gt; that he needed to write a letter to Santa.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So a few minutes later he came back with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His letter (or number) to Santa.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TP1S4pwS_5I/AAAAAAAACV8/GB3yLTuAfzo/s1600/Koop%2527s%2Bbday%2Band%2BSadies%2B%252852%2Bof%2B53%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547681449224896402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TP1S4pwS_5I/AAAAAAAACV8/GB3yLTuAfzo/s400/Koop%2527s%2Bbday%2Band%2BSadies%2B%252852%2Bof%2B53%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes my day, EVERYDAY!&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/4235961003988129881-6301182219903245629?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6301182219903245629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=6301182219903245629&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/6301182219903245629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/6301182219903245629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/12/letter-to-santa.html' title='Letter to Santa'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TP1S4pwS_5I/AAAAAAAACV8/GB3yLTuAfzo/s72-c/Koop%2527s%2Bbday%2Band%2BSadies%2B%252852%2Bof%2B53%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-8610565843964538243</id><published>2010-11-09T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T10:33:59.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family pictures 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's some of our family pictures from this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ALWAYS love to get pictures of my kids and this year was no exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had been preparing them for months that we would be driving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 hours this year for our pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; really complained and even he wasn't too bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even Luke didn't complain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He knows that pictures are so super important to me and so he just deals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is amazing like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway we are driving along and from out of nowhere a turkey hits my car!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say the turkey hit us and not the other way around because it DESTROYED my car!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We didn't even know what hit us at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after driving 3 hours we stopped at a gas station to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the bathroom to check out the damage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It broke my windshield, bumper, fender, and headlight and the piece under me light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids loved all the blood, guts and feathers everywhere. Gross!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was more focused on getting Kali's hair, after riding in the car for 3 hours with bedhead, fixed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I plugged in my curling iron in the bathroom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got quiet a few strange looks for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, she was going to have cute hair for these pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my picture trip ended up costing us our $500 deductible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was pretty bummed about that part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stupid turkey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNmNgr3tHrI/AAAAAAAACU0/IpNCm-UyJuM/s1600/Miami%2BFamily%2BPictures%2B2010%2B%252823%2Bof%2B24%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537612809500434098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNmNgr3tHrI/AAAAAAAACU0/IpNCm-UyJuM/s400/Miami%2BFamily%2BPictures%2B2010%2B%252823%2Bof%2B24%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNmNaG_HWCI/AAAAAAAACUs/DwHBPtgQh6E/s1600/Miami%2BFamily%2BPictures%2B2010%2B%25281%2Bof%2B24%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537612696520185890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNmNaG_HWCI/AAAAAAAACUs/DwHBPtgQh6E/s400/Miami%2BFamily%2BPictures%2B2010%2B%25281%2Bof%2B24%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNmNOBXXm9I/AAAAAAAACUk/TzB9GA5heIU/s1600/Miami%2BFamily%2BPictures%2B2010%2B%252820%2Bof%2B24%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537612488852872146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNmNOBXXm9I/AAAAAAAACUk/TzB9GA5heIU/s400/Miami%2BFamily%2BPictures%2B2010%2B%252820%2Bof%2B24%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNmNHeo00zI/AAAAAAAACUc/g215ZxT1_jM/s1600/Miami%2BFamily%2BPictures%2B2010%2B%252817%2Bof%2B24%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537612376451633970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNmNHeo00zI/AAAAAAAACUc/g215ZxT1_jM/s400/Miami%2BFamily%2BPictures%2B2010%2B%252817%2Bof%2B24%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNmNAsMEZcI/AAAAAAAACUU/BpW83hiZMTc/s1600/Miami%2BFamily%2BPictures%2B2010%2B%25282%2Bof%2B24%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537612259830031810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNmNAsMEZcI/AAAAAAAACUU/BpW83hiZMTc/s400/Miami%2BFamily%2BPictures%2B2010%2B%25282%2Bof%2B24%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNmM3oPxOGI/AAAAAAAACUM/RQ0dHm_JIUk/s1600/Miami%2BFamily%2BPictures%2B2010%2B%252813%2Bof%2B24%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537612104152987746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNmM3oPxOGI/AAAAAAAACUM/RQ0dHm_JIUk/s400/Miami%2BFamily%2BPictures%2B2010%2B%252813%2Bof%2B24%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNmMoC5hYkI/AAAAAAAACUE/WLy6Zm2fhiY/s1600/Miami%2BFamily%2BPictures%2B2010%2B%252819%2Bof%2B24%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537611836429525570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNmMoC5hYkI/AAAAAAAACUE/WLy6Zm2fhiY/s400/Miami%2BFamily%2BPictures%2B2010%2B%252819%2Bof%2B24%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNmMFjHv1lI/AAAAAAAACT8/h_NNjIHu0xY/s1600/Miami%2BFamily%2BPictures%2B2010%2B%252816%2Bof%2B24%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537611243783706194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNmMFjHv1lI/AAAAAAAACT8/h_NNjIHu0xY/s400/Miami%2BFamily%2BPictures%2B2010%2B%252816%2Bof%2B24%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cooperated&lt;/span&gt; so perfectly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even the boys who are too cool for school were awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Koop&lt;/span&gt; was a little car sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It took him awhile before he smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said his tummy hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kali, of course was hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She thought running around was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; more fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was all smiles just on the run!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenzi of course loved it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is so quiet you almost forget she is around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is just too good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was more excited to Wendy than anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is one of my very best friends and I miss her daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She always takes the best pictures and I love them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-8610565843964538243?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8610565843964538243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=8610565843964538243&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/8610565843964538243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/8610565843964538243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/11/family-pictures-2010.html' title='Family pictures 2010'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNmNgr3tHrI/AAAAAAAACU0/IpNCm-UyJuM/s72-c/Miami%2BFamily%2BPictures%2B2010%2B%252823%2Bof%2B24%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-2878957317759620913</id><published>2010-11-04T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T06:48:55.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kali went from a carebear to a poodle and then finally decide at the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LAST MINUTE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; that she wanted to be a punk rocker just like Kenzi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her outfit matches her attitude perfectly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She sure was cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNF8RE9d1xI/AAAAAAAACT0/rUu_Z07if1o/s1600/Halloween+2010+(15+of+21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535342049846220562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNF8RE9d1xI/AAAAAAAACT0/rUu_Z07if1o/s400/Halloween+2010+(15+of+21).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNF8G-cMIoI/AAAAAAAACTs/A8Xu37XNc4o/s1600/Halloween+2010+(17+of+21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535341876297343618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNF8G-cMIoI/AAAAAAAACTs/A8Xu37XNc4o/s400/Halloween+2010+(17+of+21).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNF7Zwxrk8I/AAAAAAAACTU/UAqRGJn4RjM/s1600/Halloween+2010+(14+of+21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535341099535274946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNF7Zwxrk8I/AAAAAAAACTU/UAqRGJn4RjM/s400/Halloween+2010+(14+of+21).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNF54S-mkLI/AAAAAAAACTM/sIlH6t4-Tmw/s1600/Halloween+2010+(8+of+21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535339425089097906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNF54S-mkLI/AAAAAAAACTM/sIlH6t4-Tmw/s400/Halloween+2010+(8+of+21).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kooper changed from a bat to spider-man at the last minute too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought he was the perfect spider-man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't see one inch of his skin but the way he walked around in it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without saying a word was so stinkin' cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNF5s18tE3I/AAAAAAAACTE/vUUYTtL9hW4/s1600/Halloween+2010+(10+of+21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535339228317946738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNF5s18tE3I/AAAAAAAACTE/vUUYTtL9hW4/s400/Halloween+2010+(10+of+21).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNF5fje8ZmI/AAAAAAAACS8/8KgS1oR2RV0/s1600/Halloween+2010+(6+of+21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535339000022984290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNF5fje8ZmI/AAAAAAAACS8/8KgS1oR2RV0/s400/Halloween+2010+(6+of+21).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyron got invited to a Halloween party and DID NOT want to go (RUDE)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn't really want to go trick-or-treating or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess he is feeling his age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We told him he had to go stack wood if he wasn't going to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he said, "fine, I don't care. I'll stack wood."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After about 45 min of stacking wood he came in and put a mask on and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said, "fine, I'll go!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he went and of course he had a total blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn't stay for the whole thing but just long enough to be supportive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here he is in the exact same mask as last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535335945461092594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNF2twWo0PI/AAAAAAAACSs/-8koncMvAOY/s400/Halloween+2010+(18+of+21).jpg" /&gt;Kason was just fine not going also but didn't say a whole lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He put the SAME mask on as last year too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was happy to help the little kids though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNF38tFursI/AAAAAAAACS0/BfgXFRmDx1M/s1600/Halloween+2010+(19+of+21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535337301794533058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNF38tFursI/AAAAAAAACS0/BfgXFRmDx1M/s400/Halloween+2010+(19+of+21).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little kids LOVED it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with Halloween out of the way, it's almost time for Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it will be Christmas before we know it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-2878957317759620913?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/2878957317759620913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=2878957317759620913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/2878957317759620913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/2878957317759620913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TNF8RE9d1xI/AAAAAAAACT0/rUu_Z07if1o/s72-c/Halloween+2010+(15+of+21).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-968982097440959133</id><published>2010-10-29T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T08:58:40.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's is always something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi's&lt;/span&gt; baptism we were all over at my parents having dinner and just hanging out.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; was running from the dinning room into the kitchen and hit his head right on the side of my Mom's hutch.  It knocked him to the ground.  He came up jumping and screaming and crying.  I picked him up, gave him a love and checked out the damage.  His head had a major &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;goose egg&lt;/span&gt; on it and it was bleeding.  It was a weird looking bump.  I hadn't quiet seen a bump like this one.  Believe me I have seen about a million of them and most of them on him.  He is one tough kid too.  I know he is&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt; hurt when he cries because half the time he doesn't cry and I think he should be.  So I knew this one hurt him.  After a little ice he was up and running again.  This happened about 2 hours before bed.  He went to bed easy this night because he hadn't had a nap.  About 4 in the morning he comes into my room and says that his neck hurts really bad.  I was in a dead sleep when he woke me up.  I crawled out of bed with my eyes still closed and got him a drink of water.  I asked him if that was better and he said yes.  Then he snuggled right down next to me.  He never said another word about it.  The next morning I was in my bathroom brushing my teeth and I turned around to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; standing there.  He looked awful.  He said, "Mom, my neck hurts."  Oh my goodness it looked awful.  His ear, neck, in front of and behind his ear was all swollen.  It was red behind his ear too.  Anyway of course I kinda freak out... but not out loud.  I hurry and take him to Luke and show him.  We decided that because it was on his face and head that we didn't want to chance anything.  For those of you who know me I usually wait out going to the Dr. office unless it is an Emergency.  Which &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper's&lt;/span&gt; seemed to be.  I was really torn though because it was our ward's primary program.  It was going to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper's&lt;/span&gt; first program and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron's&lt;/span&gt; last.  I was really looking forward to seeing all my kids sing and perform their parts.  Oh well.  So I take him to the ER.  We got right in.  After the Dr. checked him all out he said that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Koop&lt;/span&gt; had hit his head so hard that it had caused a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hemotoma&lt;/span&gt;.  Because it was on his head and  has nowhere else for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bruising&lt;/span&gt; and swelling to go it tend to go toward gravity. Which explained the all the swelling and redness on his neck, face and ear.  So they sent us home.  Well I was relieved to know that it was nothing too major.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Dr. asked him, "Did you just walk into the cabinet?" Kooper says, "no, I just wunned (runned) into it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took these pictures on Tuesday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; It looks WAY better in these pictures but it still looked a little yucky and a little swollen to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Look at those beautiful blue eyes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They just look like they don't feel very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TMrmjaIH_YI/AAAAAAAACSk/oVrP2MblkA8/s1600/Football+and+Kenzi%27s+baptism+(38+of+39).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533488588161285506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TMrmjaIH_YI/AAAAAAAACSk/oVrP2MblkA8/s400/Football+and+Kenzi%27s+baptism+(38+of+39).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TMrmI9jfxXI/AAAAAAAACSc/JoW0Wi6Drrk/s1600/Football+and+Kenzi%27s+baptism+(39+of+39).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533488133814863218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TMrmI9jfxXI/AAAAAAAACSc/JoW0Wi6Drrk/s400/Football+and+Kenzi%27s+baptism+(39+of+39).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has almost been a week and he still looks about the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He woke up in the middle of the night saying that it still hurt him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then again when he woke up this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; He was crying saying that his neck hurts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't even run water over it without it hurting him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should it take this long to heal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor little guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just feel so bad for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate it when my kids are sick or hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope it gets better soon.&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/4235961003988129881-968982097440959133?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/968982097440959133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=968982097440959133&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/968982097440959133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/968982097440959133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-is-always-something.html' title='It&apos;s is always something'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TMrmjaIH_YI/AAAAAAAACSk/oVrP2MblkA8/s72-c/Football+and+Kenzi%27s+baptism+(38+of+39).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-5737401265616882196</id><published>2010-10-25T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T19:03:08.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After almost a month after her 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; was finally baptized! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was counting down the days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(The date of her baptism was not our choice. It was the wards, so we just waited!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had been preparing for this special day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She couldn't wait to have her Daddy baptize her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;explain&lt;/span&gt; how excited that she was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She talked about it for weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She practiced everything over and over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had a smile on all day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:30 couldn't come fast enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She wanted invitations so bad! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we made these little ones up and she delivered them around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She didn't want anyone to forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This day was SO important to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TMYoulHUbAI/AAAAAAAACSU/E6Dj-rntKC4/s1600/Football+and+Kenzi%27s+baptism+(37+of+39).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532148881904527362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TMYkGPZ-aAI/AAAAAAAACSE/glLf1tPvcyg/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532153972973136898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TMYoulHUbAI/AAAAAAAACSU/E6Dj-rntKC4/s400/Football+and+Kenzi%27s+baptism+(37+of+39).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't she so sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TMYk6X0C2GI/AAAAAAAACSM/HFi8VxfYVHU/s1600/Football+and+Kenzi%27s+baptism+(36+of+39).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532149777514551394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TMYk6X0C2GI/AAAAAAAACSM/HFi8VxfYVHU/s400/Football+and+Kenzi%27s+baptism+(36+of+39).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so proud of her and her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; to be baptized.&lt;br /&gt;She is such a special daughter of our Heavenly Father and he loves her so much.&lt;br /&gt;As her parents we couldn't be prouder.&lt;br /&gt;We got lucky with this sweet little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sure missed those that couldn't make it and we really appreciate those that did.&lt;br /&gt;She felt so special and so loved.&lt;br /&gt;She got so many special gifts and she cherishes each and everyone of them.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures of her in her pretty dress later.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-5737401265616882196?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/5737401265616882196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=5737401265616882196&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/5737401265616882196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/5737401265616882196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-day.html' title='The big day'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TMYkGPZ-aAI/AAAAAAAACSE/glLf1tPvcyg/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-8498565465208178669</id><published>2010-10-19T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T13:10:36.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>All year I have tried to get a picture of these two but they refuse! So I did get this one but they have their "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-season" jersey's on so they don't like it because it isn't their "real numbers". But hey, it's all I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL3DZCoJPNI/AAAAAAAACR8/wJC8Yr6cui0/s1600/2010+Football+and+soccer+(74+of+286).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529790752450231506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL3DZCoJPNI/AAAAAAAACR8/wJC8Yr6cui0/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(74+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL3DBUv8s3I/AAAAAAAACR0/yB7oBiBR59Y/s1600/2010+Football+and+soccer+(73+of+286).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529790344997942130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL3DBUv8s3I/AAAAAAAACR0/yB7oBiBR59Y/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(73+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I must say that I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with watching these guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is so much fun and they are SO good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(hey it's my blog so I can brag, right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have over 300 pictures of them ...making touchdowns, helmet smashing, smashing kids, tackling, running, getting hit, missing tackles, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; catching a punt return and then losing his shoe as he almost runs it all the way back, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; hitting a kid so hard that the ambulance had to come get the poor kid (he was proud of that), &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; being told by a ref not to hit so hard ?? Isn't this football? (he was pretty proud of that one too), high 5's, bumps, and jumps with each other, interceptions, almost interceptions, 2 point conversions and lots and lots of smiles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I think I will make another book of just football season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have too many fun pictures)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has been such a good year and they have enjoyed every minute of it. This will be the last year for awhile that they will be on the same team. Which is good and sad for me. They have had such good coaches. They have really encouraged and helped my boys. I am thankful for all the long hours that they put into all these boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL3CW9rOVII/AAAAAAAACRs/RmPsv8r8ljU/s1600/Winslow+football+game+2010+(33+of+41).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529789617249604738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL3CW9rOVII/AAAAAAAACRs/RmPsv8r8ljU/s400/Winslow+football+game+2010+(33+of+41).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL3CElBFaCI/AAAAAAAACRk/l5i_yfGzr6w/s1600/Winslow+football+game+2010+(20+of+41).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529789301392762914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL3CElBFaCI/AAAAAAAACRk/l5i_yfGzr6w/s400/Winslow+football+game+2010+(20+of+41).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL3B0N8WAII/AAAAAAAACRc/nO5NNSbShqI/s1600/Winslow+football+game+2010+(26+of+41).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529789020320956546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL3B0N8WAII/AAAAAAAACRc/nO5NNSbShqI/s400/Winslow+football+game+2010+(26+of+41).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL3Bee0F0HI/AAAAAAAACRU/x_qPjAgvvAM/s1600/Winslow+football+game+2010+(7+of+41).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529788646892621938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL3Bee0F0HI/AAAAAAAACRU/x_qPjAgvvAM/s400/Winslow+football+game+2010+(7+of+41).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (notice the shoe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL3BMhLJffI/AAAAAAAACRM/bnYXf0fOSiA/s1600/Winslow+football+game+2010+(4+of+41).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 383px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529788338288557554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL3BMhLJffI/AAAAAAAACRM/bnYXf0fOSiA/s400/Winslow+football+game+2010+(4+of+41).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL3ATRNJlhI/AAAAAAAACQ8/YMtACyKz-Bs/s1600/Winslow+football+game+2010+(34+of+41).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529787354749441554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL3ATRNJlhI/AAAAAAAACQ8/YMtACyKz-Bs/s400/Winslow+football+game+2010+(34+of+41).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL2_vIuBXBI/AAAAAAAACQ0/9osmog2b_PY/s1600/2010+Football+and+soccer+(210+of+286).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529786733996104722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL2_vIuBXBI/AAAAAAAACQ0/9osmog2b_PY/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(210+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL2-nS-fdPI/AAAAAAAACQs/D_Tu7e_gnO4/s1600/2010+Football+and+soccer+(212+of+286).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529785499798959346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL2-nS-fdPI/AAAAAAAACQs/D_Tu7e_gnO4/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(212+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL2-VEINhcI/AAAAAAAACQk/egNh4w5k0LQ/s1600/2010+Football+and+soccer+(213+of+286).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529785186575549890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL2-VEINhcI/AAAAAAAACQk/egNh4w5k0LQ/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(213+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL29_kFODsI/AAAAAAAACQc/0FpzYXzkRRQ/s1600/2010+Football+and+soccer+(199+of+286).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529784817195814594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL29_kFODsI/AAAAAAAACQc/0FpzYXzkRRQ/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(199+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL29z03UIUI/AAAAAAAACQU/qB5Pb7M1Z6A/s1600/2010+Football+and+soccer+(198+of+286).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 387px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529784615542464834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL29z03UIUI/AAAAAAAACQU/qB5Pb7M1Z6A/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(198+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL29WUqRnjI/AAAAAAAACQE/xA9TpDyVx-Y/s1600/2010+Football+and+soccer+(156+of+286).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529784108681633330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL29WUqRnjI/AAAAAAAACQE/xA9TpDyVx-Y/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(156+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can always hear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; yelling, "Come on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; get the ball or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;, come on run faster than that or hit that guy harder or GO ELKS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sounds like he is screaming into a megaphone but it is all him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Can almost drive me crazy he is so loud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL29J3d7_gI/AAAAAAAACP8/zGUW8Q1q0F4/s1600/2010+Football+and+soccer+(151+of+286).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529783894686825986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL29J3d7_gI/AAAAAAAACP8/zGUW8Q1q0F4/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(151+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL289GQ54GI/AAAAAAAACP0/O2nMKDxqTcM/s1600/2010+Football+and+soccer+(149+of+286).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529783675320393826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL289GQ54GI/AAAAAAAACP0/O2nMKDxqTcM/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(149+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well they have one game day (double header) left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all a little sad except that we will have our Saturday's back to maybe getting a few things around the house done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4235961003988129881-8498565465208178669?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8498565465208178669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=8498565465208178669&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/8498565465208178669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/8498565465208178669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/10/football.html' title='Football'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TL3DZCoJPNI/AAAAAAAACR8/wJC8Yr6cui0/s72-c/2010+Football+and+soccer+(74+of+286).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-7140195623437109844</id><published>2010-10-14T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T16:34:05.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; decided to play soccer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was so shy and hesitant at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she got a little more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aggressive&lt;/span&gt; with every game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TLeQ-ireHGI/AAAAAAAACPs/MXxbuCEKeWY/s1600/2010+Football+and+soccer+(56+of+286).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528046471755996258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TLeQ-ireHGI/AAAAAAAACPs/MXxbuCEKeWY/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(56+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TLeQisi4ebI/AAAAAAAACPk/o_s_YgBR1sE/s1600/2010+Football+and+soccer+(215+of+286).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528045993367992754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TLeQisi4ebI/AAAAAAAACPk/o_s_YgBR1sE/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(215+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to post this one because I thought it was hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was about to get hit in the face with the ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TLeP6ZG7CyI/AAAAAAAACPc/kR2CYhlcJ5U/s1600/2010+Football+and+soccer+(68+of+286).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 376px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528045300955679522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TLeP6ZG7CyI/AAAAAAAACPc/kR2CYhlcJ5U/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(68+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken a little break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TLePYmWjBCI/AAAAAAAACPU/NxmxMICUkek/s1600/2010+Football+and+soccer+(223+of+286).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528044720395322402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TLePYmWjBCI/AAAAAAAACPU/NxmxMICUkek/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(223+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TLeOnMoDZSI/AAAAAAAACPE/iJLMRlXQhtU/s1600/2010+Football+and+soccer+(58+of+286).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528043871675835682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TLeOnMoDZSI/AAAAAAAACPE/iJLMRlXQhtU/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(58+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We loved watching her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We especially loved seeing her come out of her little shy shell a little bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It helped to have her good little friend Drew on her team.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We'll see if she does it again next year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-7140195623437109844?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/7140195623437109844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=7140195623437109844&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/7140195623437109844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/7140195623437109844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-fall.html' title='This fall'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TLeQ-ireHGI/AAAAAAAACPs/MXxbuCEKeWY/s72-c/2010+Football+and+soccer+(56+of+286).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-4425622555229727515</id><published>2010-10-07T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T11:07:41.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greased pig</title><content type='html'>So I finally put my memory card in my computer, knowing that there was hundreds of pictures on it. As I was editing them I realized just how much happens in our lives in just a month or two. Events that we'd forget about if I didn't take so many pictures. I have my camera just about everywhere I go and for that my kids will someday thank me. I love all of our memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents ward was having a ward party and asked if we wanted to come. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; was in because he said, "they always have BEST ward parties. They are always fun." Which they really are. So I took &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; (which later &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; was wishing he had gone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; taking care of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TK4FFb8HYNI/AAAAAAAACO8/P-sbUzCx1Qc/s1600/2010+Football+and+soccer+(121+of+286).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525359383787561170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TK4FFb8HYNI/AAAAAAAACO8/P-sbUzCx1Qc/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(121+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really convinced &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; to go was the greased pig chase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoever could catch the greased pig would get to take home the ham!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They released the little or not so little pig onto a softball field and it ran &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wild as all the kids chased after it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bizarre&lt;/span&gt; reason blogger is being dumb and I can't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rearrange&lt;/span&gt; these pictures, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so here they are backwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a few attempts &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; finally caught the greased pig. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was determined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you look closely he is in the red shirt on the ground holding the pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525358714493631170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TK4EeeoAesI/AAAAAAAACO0/XIZdTknAbLE/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(146+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525358249778355170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TK4EDbbQG-I/AAAAAAAACOs/gSSU78bopOc/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(141+of+286).jpg" /&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; even got in on the action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kooper got real close a few times &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but when it came right down to it he just kept running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TK4DvivzF8I/AAAAAAAACOk/J8Ao-SiAktQ/s1600/2010+Football+and+soccer+(143+of+286).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525357908146198466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TK4DvivzF8I/AAAAAAAACOk/J8Ao-SiAktQ/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(143+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since the pig was all greasy, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; got all greasy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TK4CiXmOfTI/AAAAAAAACOc/xABhPdYC1qc/s1600/2010+Football+and+soccer+(147+of+286).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525356582303333682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TK4CiXmOfTI/AAAAAAAACOc/xABhPdYC1qc/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(147+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then his name was called for the pie eating contest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was excited about that because this kid loves to eat anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but especially a yummy dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525352791896649730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TK3_FvO2cAI/AAAAAAAACOE/bXSr4HMpXhY/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(122+of+286).jpg" /&gt;My Dad got in on the pie eating contest also but in the middle of it he got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a pie thrown in his face:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525355756402183298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TK4ByS4DDII/AAAAAAAACOU/J_e60vy_IB4/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(137+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; ended up winning the pie eating contest too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525354038084778258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TK4AORpQORI/AAAAAAAACOM/eo2MeHisfSc/s400/2010+Football+and+soccer+(125+of+286).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He went home with a yummy ham and a full stomach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a riot and we had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glad that my parents invited us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-4425622555229727515?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/4425622555229727515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=4425622555229727515&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/4425622555229727515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/4425622555229727515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='Greased pig'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TK4FFb8HYNI/AAAAAAAACO8/P-sbUzCx1Qc/s72-c/2010+Football+and+soccer+(121+of+286).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-2323264159628884273</id><published>2010-10-04T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T17:47:11.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night Kason comes out to the kitchen and says, "If Kyron comes out here with a big huge bump above his eye, "IT WAS NOT MY FAULT!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Yeah sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyron got a pretty nasty bumb again,...didn't this happen a few years ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; in the exact same spot? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyron didn't even complain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; He said, "it didn't even hurt at all."&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TKpz7_tgKeI/AAAAAAAACN0/HRwvJcI50Ck/s1600/daniel+and+chelsee+(135+of+135).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524355367475096034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TKpz7_tgKeI/AAAAAAAACN0/HRwvJcI50Ck/s400/daniel+and+chelsee+(135+of+135).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks a little weird in this picture:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-2323264159628884273?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/2323264159628884273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=2323264159628884273&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/2323264159628884273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/2323264159628884273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-again.html' title='Not again!'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TKpz7_tgKeI/AAAAAAAACN0/HRwvJcI50Ck/s72-c/daniel+and+chelsee+(135+of+135).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-1648418591370188973</id><published>2010-09-20T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T19:02:46.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Physical Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TJfcRX4TZiI/AAAAAAAACNs/NiIZj4BfBh8/s1600/Kyron%27s+12th+bday+and+anniversary+(80+of+82).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519122059391886882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TJfcRX4TZiI/AAAAAAAACNs/NiIZj4BfBh8/s400/Kyron%27s+12th+bday+and+anniversary+(80+of+82).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; gave his first talk &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; yesterday in Sacrament Meeting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was on Physical Health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He gave his talk like an ol'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; pro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so proud of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He wasn't even nervous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He was my hero yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He sounded so confident and sure of what he was saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He has Luke in him for sure when it comes to speaking in front of others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was nervous for him all week, cause that's what I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grandpa, Daniel, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chelsee&lt;/span&gt; and their girls came to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt; is in Vermont)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He was so excited to have their support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First, I watched him pass the sacrament &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and then as he was giving his talk, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I almost just started crying because he is mine and he is such a good kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was for sure one of my proudest moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He did such a fantastic job and I am so proud of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love him so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519116436180035634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TJfXKDyH6DI/AAAAAAAACNg/KZwhxkBTCJU/s400/Kali%27s+bday+and+San+Diego+2010+(357+of+364).jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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/4235961003988129881-1648418591370188973?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1648418591370188973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=1648418591370188973&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/1648418591370188973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/1648418591370188973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/09/physical-health.html' title='Physical Health'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TJfcRX4TZiI/AAAAAAAACNs/NiIZj4BfBh8/s72-c/Kyron%27s+12th+bday+and+anniversary+(80+of+82).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-8700837989564925030</id><published>2010-09-10T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T13:50:00.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has got to be the sweetest little boy ever. He doesn't have a mean bone in his body and never gets in trouble for being mean. He can get a little rowdy but come on he is a boy, right? He can't make it through the day without a HUG and KISS from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before they head off to school. The same goes for Luke. But Luke usually gets a couple. If for some reason he doesn't get one, it is the end of his little world. He is just a little love bug. He loves babies. When I had Kali, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was 20 months old. Not one time ever did I even have to worry about leaving her alone in the same room as him. He would have never even tried to hold her without help. She would swing and he would just watch her. He didn't even try to pull her out. She could lay on the bed and he would just lay by her. Never ever has he been mean to her. Still to this day, when she has done her share of naughty things to him, has he ever been mean to her. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TIptQyZgklI/AAAAAAAACNQ/Sc6BU1lue3c/s1600/rosevelt+family+reunion+2010+(18+of+296).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515340828842693202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TIptQyZgklI/AAAAAAAACNQ/Sc6BU1lue3c/s400/rosevelt+family+reunion+2010+(18+of+296).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TIpr7Lc7faI/AAAAAAAACNI/lmGD96Nj5jY/s1600/Kyron%27s+12th+bday+and+anniversary+(72+of+82).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kali on the other hand is NAUGHTY! She is sweet naughty if that makes sense. She does naughty things with a smile on her face the whole time. I would never leave her alone with a baby, not even for a few seconds. She loves them to pieces but she is not nice about it. We always say that she had to be ridiculously cute to get any kind of attention being the 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; child. But I guess being cute wasn't enough. She has to be naughty too. She does give the best bear hugs in the whole wide world though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515338269944717346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TIpq71wsICI/AAAAAAAACMw/FL1lxajrryg/s400/Kyron%27s+12th+bday+and+anniversary+(70+of+82).jpg" /&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; is really good at convincing others that he is 7. He wants so badly to be older. What a little liar he is! He says it so much that I think he has convinced himself that he is 7. I have some really funny stories that go along with it but they will have to be for another day. He is so funny about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TIprpiJXPnI/AAAAAAAACNA/ZP8MOE8M28M/s1600/Kyron%27s+12th+bday+and+anniversary+(77+of+82).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; newest little saying is, "Mom, I want to snuggle bug you." &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he melts my heart. I always tell him that he is such a snuggle bug because he snuggles more than any kid we've had and I love every second of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that doesn't melt my heart is that Kali just learned how to crawl out of her crib. I was planning on her staying in there until she was like 5. So this is not in my plan. I went and laid her down in her bed for her nap just like every other day, when all of a sudden she comes around the corner and says, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heeelllllloooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!" I was like what the crap are you doing? No way! So I tried it 2 more times and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she came walking down the stairs so very proud of herself. I turned her crib around because the back side is higher than the front and so far so good. It will probably just be a matter of time before she figures out how to crawl over the sides but we are praying it last for a long long time. She has always been the best sleeper. She sleeps from 9pm to 8am every night and at least a 3 hour nap every day. I NEED her to keep sleeping! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She does this ridiculously funny dance. We can't get enough of her doing it. She puts her hands on her hips and moves her whole body. It is hysterical. She has got some moves. Her head, neck, shoulders, little booty and legs all move in different directions at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TIpraWI-2YI/AAAAAAAACM4/qCpHBRAGN7Q/s1600/Kyron%27s+12th+bday+and+anniversary+(76+of+82).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515338794032617858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TIpraWI-2YI/AAAAAAAACM4/qCpHBRAGN7Q/s400/Kyron%27s+12th+bday+and+anniversary+(76+of+82).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what I would do without my two little babies. More importantly, I don't know what they would do without each other. They are the best of friends. They play and play all day. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Koop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will play whatever Kali &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wants too. She is always worried about where "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" is. It is so much fun to watch them grow up together. It is such a great reminder to me that everything happens for a reason. I can't imagine our life without Kali in it. She is so meant to be here, with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, one more funny thing. Kali thinks her name is YOU! We figured out why. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I give her a snack, I say, "this is for you and this is for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." Kali loves to look at pictures and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we see one of her we say, "that's you." You get the point.... so the other day we were looking at pictures on our wall and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she saw one of herself she'd say, "YOU." So we started asking her who everyone was and when she would get to herself she would say, "YOU" She even points to herself and says YOU! Oh the joys! We laughed hard on this one. We have been working on teaching her that her name isn't YOU. So now she is starting to say, ME and YOU! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4235961003988129881-8700837989564925030?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8700837989564925030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=8700837989564925030&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/8700837989564925030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/8700837989564925030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/09/kooper-has-got-to-be-sweetest-little.html' title='My babies'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TIptQyZgklI/AAAAAAAACNQ/Sc6BU1lue3c/s72-c/rosevelt+family+reunion+2010+(18+of+296).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-9216592305133228623</id><published>2010-08-30T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T07:44:08.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/THw6vQJb4PI/AAAAAAAACMo/IhZXnNCVmD8/s1600/snake+and+family+reunion+June+2010+(2+of+111).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511344627457450226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/THw6vQJb4PI/AAAAAAAACMo/IhZXnNCVmD8/s400/snake+and+family+reunion+June+2010+(2+of+111).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/THw6McNGgAI/AAAAAAAACMg/0JrLhpH4Vso/s1600/snake+and+family+reunion+June+2010+(1+of+111).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511344029398630402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/THw6McNGgAI/AAAAAAAACMg/0JrLhpH4Vso/s400/snake+and+family+reunion+June+2010+(1+of+111).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/THw5mavGgbI/AAAAAAAACMY/F2r1B63a5ig/s1600/snake+and+family+reunion+June+2010+(4+of+111).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511343376169337266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/THw5mavGgbI/AAAAAAAACMY/F2r1B63a5ig/s400/snake+and+family+reunion+June+2010+(4+of+111).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/THw5TPBBtPI/AAAAAAAACMQ/5sjc5kc0ykk/s1600/snake+and+family+reunion+June+2010+(7+of+111).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511343046605780210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/THw5TPBBtPI/AAAAAAAACMQ/5sjc5kc0ykk/s400/snake+and+family+reunion+June+2010+(7+of+111).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;About a month ago the kids and Daniel found a pretty big bull snake. I told them they could go ahead and put it in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pac&lt;/span&gt;-man's (our deceased frog) tank. I still do not know why I told them they could do that. So we had it for about a week and then while I was on the trek it escaped! Poor Shana was here keeping the kids when it got out. He had pushed the top off the tank and just slithered away. They tore the house apart and looked everywhere. They couldn't find it. When I got home from the trek they told me it was out somewhere in the house. So I started in one end of the house and began looking for this stupid snake. I looked in every toy bin, every drawer, under every bed, behind every dresser, every single little space possible, I looked. I could not find it. So I was hoping that it had somehow gotten out. But in the back of my mind I knew it was somewhere in my house. It was hungry too because it had not eaten since the boys caught him. So I went to bed every night just knowing that it was in my house somewhere. Everyday when I was cleaning I was on the look out for that stupid stupid snake. At the time Luke was in Pennsylvania and he told me, "they come out at night when it is dark and quiet so some night when you are caring &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; up to bed you are going to step on him." Well that about freaked me out so guess what? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; slept with me for the next 3 weeks. But in the middle of the night I did turn on all the lights and sneak in to check on all my other kids to make sure that it hadn't curled up to one of them. This went on for sometime. Then one day I needed to go to the grocery store and Kali was asleep so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; stayed with her and I took the other 3 with me. I was just about home when I got a phone call from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Him: Mom, I see the snake!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!! Are you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kidding&lt;/span&gt; me? WHERE!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Him: I am sitting on the couch watching TV and he is by the back door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; well get him, hurry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; catch him. You can't let him get away, hurry just grab him and throw him outside!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Him: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; Mom, where are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: I will be there in like 3 minutes. Do not let him get away. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMGOSH&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;In my mind I was thinking, who can I call? Who can I call to help me? Luke is gone, Dad is out of town, my mind was blank. I couldn't think of anyone to help me. Plus most guys are probably just as scared as I am of snakes. I didn't think I was too scared of snakes until one was loose in my house! So I called my little brother Tim in California. He gave me a few instructions but he wanted to stay on the phone and hear everything. So I walked in the house to find &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; standing in front of the fridge. He had tried to catch it but it slithered to the kitchen and went under the fridge. So for about 2 hours we sat there and waited for it to come out. We had flash lights looking at him under the fridge watching his every move. The boys had pokers and sticks trying to push him out. We had moved the fridge as much as we could. We could see him for sure though. I was on the counter filming it with my video camera and screaming &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; he made a move. I was so afraid that he would get out and that he would be lost in my house again! Obviously he was comfy here. Tim was on speaker listening to the whole thing. Then all of a sudden he started coming out. We waited until he was all the way our and then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; made his move. He threw a towel on it but it didn't do any good. I was standing on my island screaming at poor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;. It was huge! It was striking at him. He was not happy!! He was going all over my kitchen floor trying to find a place to go. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; kept trying to throw a towel over it but it did not matter the snake was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;too fast&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; opened one of the drawers and grabbed tongs. Really tongs??? He was trying to get a hold of him with some tongs. This whole time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; was outside trying to make some sort of concoction to catch him with. Well it was a little too late for that. I was still on the counter just screaming. There was no way I was going to catch it or even try it catch it. That was the boys job. I was yelling at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;, "just catch it. Put the tongs down and just grab him with your hands! Come on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;, get him hurry!" The snake suddenly disappeared under my dishwasher. I was so frustrated! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; looked at me after I had been screaming at him to get the snake and said, " Why are you yelling at me? I tried my best Mom, so you do it now." Oh I felt so bad!!!! I said, "I am not yelling at you, I am just yelling cause I am kinda scared. I am so sorry!" Then he looked at me and started laughing. He said, "I think you said a bad word Mom!" I said, "I am so sorry, I am freaked out. Now we are never going to get this stupid snake out." So we laughed for awhile then we were like, crap what do we do??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;Oh yea, remember Tim is on speaker phone listening to the whole thing. He later said it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. He hadn't been that entertained ever. He was loving it. We were all screaming and yelling. WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;All of a sudden a thought came to me! Duh, call Daniel! He is the one who caught this stupid snake for them in the first place. Why I hadn't thought about him before I don't know. So he ran over and pulled the dishwasher out. NO SNAKE! What the crap!! There was a little hole that went down into our crawl space and so that was the only place he could have gone. We got our flash lights and went under the house trying to find him. We couldn't find him. So there was nothing else we could do. How was I ever going to get this snake out?? So for the next 2 weeks I worried and worried that he had found his way back into our nice cozy house. We searched and searched. No sign. The kids would try and scare me all the time and say they had found the snake, when they never had. They just got a reaction out of me so they loved scaring me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then one day I was cleaning out our closet under the stairs and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; comes in with a serious look on his face and says, "Mom, you have to believe me when I tell you this, I am telling the truth, I am NOT kidding! I found the snake!" Of course I screamed and ran to get up high on a counter. I just said, "hurry get me the phone!" So I called my Dad..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Him: Hello&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Hurry Dad, get over here right now. We found the snake!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Him: I think I could probably make it later today or tomorrow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bahhhhhaaaahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: No, I am not kidding Dad get over here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Him: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I'll be right there. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So he walks in to find me on my bathroom counter. He of course is dying laughing. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; have got a bucket and a pillow case for him. The snake was in my closet up on a shelf. How in the heck did he get in there. My Dad took one look at him and said, " you know last night he slithered through your bedroom, got in all your dresser drawers, climbed up on your bed, licked your face a few times, came into your closet and then sat here and watched you get dressed this morning." Seriously, how sick is that!! It just gave me the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heebee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geebees&lt;/span&gt;. So my Dad reached right up and grabbed him. He couldn't get him in the bucket or the pillow case because he was wrapped too tight around his arm. I was running around the house screaming. My Dad thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;it was all so funny and he took his time taking him outside. Yes!!! FINALLY the stupid snake was gone! I could rest easy again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it was time to pack to head off to California for our family vacation. It was late and we were trying to pack and get things together. Luke comes out of our bedroom into the living room and said, "Lin, come here." I said, "what?" He said, "just come here." I said, "what is it? Is it a mouse? Because I am not kidding I don't want to see it!" He just smiled and said,"just come on." So I walk in our bedroom and in his top drawer where all his swim shorts were, is the skin that the snake had shed. He had shed his skin in Luke's drawer!! I just about died right then and there. I crawled up on our bed and just freaked out a little. Seriously! He HAD been in all our drawers and ALL over our house! Who knows what he really did in our house. So lesson learned. We will never have a snake again in our house. I don't know what I was thinking when I told them they could keep it in the cage. I really didn't think he'd get out. Boy was I wrong! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511341931024480482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/THw4STJt-OI/AAAAAAAACMI/t1LKX8PTpnU/s400/Kali%27s+bday+and+San+Diego+2010+(45+of+364).jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511341610564042226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/THw3_pV_vfI/AAAAAAAACMA/-_b1qjueEoM/s400/Kali%27s+bday+and+San+Diego+2010+(44+of+364).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-9216592305133228623?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/9216592305133228623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=9216592305133228623&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/9216592305133228623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/9216592305133228623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/08/seriously.html' title='Seriously???'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/THw6vQJb4PI/AAAAAAAACMo/IhZXnNCVmD8/s72-c/snake+and+family+reunion+June+2010+(2+of+111).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-1587751029225256668</id><published>2010-08-25T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:33:21.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>101 things about me</title><content type='html'>A few years agoI was tagged with this and I never did it. So I just decided to give it a shot!&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; oldest out of 5&lt;br /&gt;2. I have 5 kids&lt;br /&gt;3. Not what I had planned&lt;br /&gt;4. I got pregnant once on the pill once with an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I feel so blessed...now&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate when people make comments about how many kids we have&lt;br /&gt;7. I love candy (especially sprees)&lt;br /&gt;8. If I drink soda, I drink &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rootbeer&lt;/span&gt; (laugh all you want)&lt;br /&gt;9. I love to watch sports&lt;br /&gt;10. I love seeing my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;siblings&lt;/span&gt; and their families&lt;br /&gt;11. I love being with my friends too&lt;br /&gt;12. I still watch soap operas, well just one (what?)&lt;br /&gt;13. I actually have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of trashy shows that I love to watch (when my kids area all in bed)&lt;br /&gt;14. I am a sucker for romance&lt;br /&gt;15. I love color (my house shows it)&lt;br /&gt;16. I love to decorate (just wished I had more money to do it all the time)&lt;br /&gt;17. I love being a stay at home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I love music&lt;br /&gt;19. Wish I could sing&lt;br /&gt;20. I love to go to concerts&lt;br /&gt;21. I am a clean FREAK&lt;br /&gt;22. Yep just a little obsessed&lt;br /&gt;23. I love the sun&lt;br /&gt;24. Not crazy about the snow or being cold&lt;br /&gt;25. I have driven from AZ to Maine numerous times&lt;br /&gt;26. I think I am pretty spiritual&lt;br /&gt;27. I am a forgiver&lt;br /&gt;28. I am a peacemaker&lt;br /&gt;29. I love to go shopping&lt;br /&gt;30. Without my kids&lt;br /&gt;31. I love a new pair of pants&lt;br /&gt;32. I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;claustrophobic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. I love surprises&lt;br /&gt;34. I love going on dates with Luke&lt;br /&gt;35. I love a girls night out too&lt;br /&gt;36. I don't check my voicemail very often&lt;br /&gt;37. So text me! I am a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. I love to watch movies&lt;br /&gt;39. I love a fire when it's cold outside&lt;br /&gt;40. I love Christmas&lt;br /&gt;41. I love naps on Sunday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;42. I am always up for anything&lt;br /&gt;43. I love playing games&lt;br /&gt;44. I love to laugh&lt;br /&gt;45. I do 2 loads of laundry a day&lt;br /&gt;46. I tan easily&lt;br /&gt;47. I love to be outside&lt;br /&gt;48. I want to go to a Red Sox game at Fenway&lt;br /&gt;49. I love to curl up on the couch with a book and a blanket&lt;br /&gt;50. I love to be barefoot&lt;br /&gt;51. But not pregnant&lt;br /&gt;52. I am organized&lt;br /&gt;53. I am a happy person&lt;br /&gt;54. I love to work out&lt;br /&gt;55. I love going out to dinner&lt;br /&gt;56. I am not much of an animal lover&lt;br /&gt;57. But I do love our dog, Roxy&lt;br /&gt;58. I am a great french &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;braider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. I am responsible&lt;br /&gt;60. I love to take &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Especially of my cute kiddies&lt;br /&gt;62. I wish I had a pool&lt;br /&gt;63. I am so proud of my husband&lt;br /&gt;64. He works so hard for our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. He makes me laugh..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. He is my best friend&lt;br /&gt;67. I love having a big family&lt;br /&gt;68. I have the greatest parents on earth&lt;br /&gt;69. I am thankful....Everyday&lt;br /&gt;70. I love to play slug bug in the car&lt;br /&gt;71. I love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. I love outback steakhouse&lt;br /&gt;73. I love going to the temple&lt;br /&gt;74. I love hanging with my kids&lt;br /&gt;75. I wish I could cut hair&lt;br /&gt;76. I love Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;77. I don't like being in charge&lt;br /&gt;78. I hate speaking in front of others&lt;br /&gt;79. I don't like big crowds&lt;br /&gt;80. I am a caretaker&lt;br /&gt;81. I worry about my kids&lt;br /&gt;82. I don't like being alone&lt;br /&gt;83. I wish I could walk around naked&lt;br /&gt;(but having kids doesn't allow that often)&lt;br /&gt;84. I am a hard worker&lt;br /&gt;85. I love campfires&lt;br /&gt;86. I don't wash my hair everyday&lt;br /&gt;87. I love to take a super hot bath&lt;br /&gt;88. I hate going to the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;89. I love magazines&lt;br /&gt;90. I love to dance&lt;br /&gt;91. I love that my kids all have really long eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;92. I am the greatest secret keeper&lt;br /&gt;93. I am obessed with flossing&lt;br /&gt;94. I hated my hair short&lt;br /&gt;95. I love my Mom's carmel popcorn&lt;br /&gt;96. I admire other people&lt;br /&gt;97. Wish I could have a job in a hosptial just taking care of new babies (I LOVE babies)&lt;br /&gt;98. Wish I could relive each of my kids.&lt;br /&gt;99. I love rollercoasters&lt;br /&gt;100. I get carsick on a straight road&lt;br /&gt;101. I L.O.V.E. Ocean Spray Crangrape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phewww done! I was on a roll, once I got started!&lt;br /&gt;Give it a try....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-1587751029225256668?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1587751029225256668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=1587751029225256668&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/1587751029225256668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/1587751029225256668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/08/101-things-about-me.html' title='101 things about me'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-7757821300753262795</id><published>2010-08-17T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T15:49:30.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two peas in a sink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;These two filled my bathroom sink up with water and lots and lots of bubbles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TGsPpmc4-YI/AAAAAAAACLw/2Wah95A71rs/s1600/Kyron%27s+12th+bday+and+anniversary+(3+of+82).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506512176761338242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TGsPpmc4-YI/AAAAAAAACLw/2Wah95A71rs/s400/Kyron%27s+12th+bday+and+anniversary+(3+of+82).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TGsAvOR3vrI/AAAAAAAACLo/GaaxT4isPB8/s1600/Kyron%27s+12th+bday+and+anniversary+(1+of+82).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506495780677467826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TGsAvOR3vrI/AAAAAAAACLo/GaaxT4isPB8/s400/Kyron%27s+12th+bday+and+anniversary+(1+of+82).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How they ever fit in there together I'll never know!&lt;br /&gt;Little stinkers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were all smiles and giggles.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously cute though:)&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/4235961003988129881-7757821300753262795?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/7757821300753262795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=7757821300753262795&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/7757821300753262795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/7757821300753262795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/08/two-peas-in-sink.html' title='Two peas in a sink'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TGsPpmc4-YI/AAAAAAAACLw/2Wah95A71rs/s72-c/Kyron%27s+12th+bday+and+anniversary+(3+of+82).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-1311431354489985740</id><published>2010-08-16T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T14:04:24.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Kyron!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TGlZLO45EvI/AAAAAAAACLg/RpLAoGfuZzc/s1600/Kyron%27s+12th+bday+and+anniversary+(46+of+82).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506030068947292914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TGlZLO45EvI/AAAAAAAACLg/RpLAoGfuZzc/s400/Kyron%27s+12th+bday+and+anniversary+(46+of+82).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 things I love about Kyron!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. He LOVES babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. He gives the best hugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. He is a hard worker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. I never have to ask him to do his homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. He loves to listen to music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. He's a little bit shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. He was just ordained a deacon yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. He is so sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. He's SO responsible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. He has never asked for a cell phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. He is a bit of a Mama's boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. For his birthday he just wanted to hang with his family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta love that:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-1311431354489985740?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1311431354489985740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=1311431354489985740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/1311431354489985740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/1311431354489985740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/08/12.html' title='12'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TGlZLO45EvI/AAAAAAAACLg/RpLAoGfuZzc/s72-c/Kyron%27s+12th+bday+and+anniversary+(46+of+82).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-3513352398185258115</id><published>2010-08-12T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T09:14:09.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And they're off.....</title><content type='html'>For the first day of school!  They have only been gone gone about an hour and I am already feeling a little lonely, as are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; and Kali. I have enjoyed them being home with me.  I feel like summer break went by way to fast this year. Although I am a little excited to have my house a little cleaner while they are at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; was up before anyone else, just like always.  We made blueberry muffins and had her all ready before anyone else was even stirring.  She had her clothes picked out last night and her backpack ready for a week.  She was so excited and was smiling all morning.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TGQWgHJ9uCI/AAAAAAAACLY/c0J7TdBYuJw/s1600/First+day+of+school+2010+(9+of+11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504549385486055458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TGQWgHJ9uCI/AAAAAAAACLY/c0J7TdBYuJw/s400/First+day+of+school+2010+(9+of+11).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; wanted me to walk him in to his classroom.  He is starting his first year at the middle school.  He is so nervous.  He told me a few months ago that he is so sad because this will be the first time in his life that he and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;seperated&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; on the other hand could pretty much care less.  He is fine by himself.  I thought that was so sweet of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;, and not a bit surprising.  When we went to open house yesterday he reminded me that he was nervous but a little excited.  He got a locker and thought that was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before school started this morning we had to run by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grammie's&lt;/span&gt; because she wanted pictures and hugs from the kids before they were off to their first day.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt; and Amanda told the boys not to let the girls chase them.  In the truck after we pulled off &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; said very seriously, "I would never let them.  I don't even like girls."  I was thinking, please be true and keep it that way for a VERY long time.  It was funny how serious he was about it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TGQVuq_gw6I/AAAAAAAACLI/FJ56aU08Z6s/s1600/First+day+of+school+2010+(11+of+11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504548536112432034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TGQVuq_gw6I/AAAAAAAACLI/FJ56aU08Z6s/s400/First+day+of+school+2010+(11+of+11).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the boys to kiss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; on the cheek in this picture and this is what they did.  It was so funny!  They wouldn't kiss her but they did hug her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They are all in a different school this year.  No big deal except the fact that they are alone.  I still can't believe my kids are getting this big.  I love them going to school and I love it when they walk through our door in the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-3513352398185258115?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3513352398185258115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=3513352398185258115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/3513352398185258115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/3513352398185258115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-theyre-off.html' title='And they&apos;re off.....'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TGQWgHJ9uCI/AAAAAAAACLY/c0J7TdBYuJw/s72-c/First+day+of+school+2010+(9+of+11).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-283583338009905701</id><published>2010-08-09T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T16:54:14.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; has been &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to loose her two front teeth. She was the only girl in her class last year that hadn't. They finally started getting a little loose so she worked on them for quiet some time. On our way to California we stopped in the valley to get a few last minute things and stay the night with Nate. We were at Target and I was checking out when she said in a whisper, "Mom I just lost my tooth." I started jumping with excitement. I was so excited for her. It had been so loose that it didn't even bleed. She couldn't quit smiling. We got in the car and I snapped this cute little picture of her.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503183489930897874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TF88OhsgKdI/AAAAAAAACKo/1aPOxVpaX6M/s400/Kali%27s+bday+and+San+Diego+2010+(56+of+364).jpg" /&gt;Then, not even two hours later we were sitting in my brother, Nate's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hot tub&lt;/span&gt; and I said to her, "let me just feel that other tooth. It looks like it is about to fall out." Right when I touched it it fell out. Again, I was screaming with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; for her. Two in one day. It was so cute. I just kept telling her to smile bec&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ause &lt;/span&gt;she looks so cute without her two front teeth. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TF88gfZOKxI/AAAAAAAACKw/5vRDpEgtgfo/s1600/Kali%27s+bday+and+San+Diego+2010+(67+of+364).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503183798550801170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TF88gfZOKxI/AAAAAAAACKw/5vRDpEgtgfo/s400/Kali%27s+bday+and+San+Diego+2010+(67+of+364).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She couldn't wait to show &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;. They were already in California so she had to wait a whole day to show them. When she finally saw them she just smiled and they noticed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;. She was so happy to have finally lost her teeth before she started 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade and before she turned 8. I just love this girl to pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-283583338009905701?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/283583338009905701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=283583338009905701&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/283583338009905701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/283583338009905701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/08/double-time.html' title='Double time'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TF88OhsgKdI/AAAAAAAACKo/1aPOxVpaX6M/s72-c/Kali%27s+bday+and+San+Diego+2010+(56+of+364).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-1776935562352675121</id><published>2010-06-23T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:42:50.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Southfork</title><content type='html'>I took the kids and a few of their friends (Bryson, Drew, and Kinnly) along with Cassidi and Braxton to Southfork.  The kids had a little picnic, played in the feezing cold water, had pine cone and a grape fight and totally enjoyed thier time in the beautiful weather.  The boys don't like to get their pictures and they complain everytime they see me coming with my camera.  So I got waaayyy to many of the little kids but lets face it, they are way cuter at that age anyway:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kason and Kali&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ4OPz0_-I/AAAAAAAACKg/kx0j_LyB10c/s1600/southfork+June+2010+(65+of+83).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486079482248101858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ4OPz0_-I/AAAAAAAACKg/kx0j_LyB10c/s400/southfork+June+2010+(65+of+83).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys definetley have a soft spot for Kali, especially Kyron.  She would rather hang out with him than anyone and I love the pictures I got of the two of them.  Here is just one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ3hYpFPvI/AAAAAAAACKQ/v-aLdpvSAHQ/s1600/southfork+June+2010+(79+of+83).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486078711524835058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ3hYpFPvI/AAAAAAAACKQ/v-aLdpvSAHQ/s400/southfork+June+2010+(79+of+83).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ294FUNcI/AAAAAAAACKA/TijibVVuUe0/s1600/southfork+June+2010+(23+of+83).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486078101489464770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ294FUNcI/AAAAAAAACKA/TijibVVuUe0/s400/southfork+June+2010+(23+of+83).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ2qrHwohI/AAAAAAAACJ4/3Uq9xOViVtY/s1600/southfork+June+2010+(59+of+83).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486077771592540690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ2qrHwohI/AAAAAAAACJ4/3Uq9xOViVtY/s400/southfork+June+2010+(59+of+83).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ2R0JQjrI/AAAAAAAACJw/x5kIxHZdSEs/s1600/southfork+June+2010+(50+of+83).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486077344518016690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ2R0JQjrI/AAAAAAAACJw/x5kIxHZdSEs/s400/southfork+June+2010+(50+of+83).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ17j1M8iI/AAAAAAAACJo/jQmu1qOexSk/s1600/southfork+June+2010+(48+of+83).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486076962181804578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ17j1M8iI/AAAAAAAACJo/jQmu1qOexSk/s400/southfork+June+2010+(48+of+83).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ1Ye4dd6I/AAAAAAAACJg/-7GmQYTLa7o/s1600/southfork+June+2010+(30+of+83).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486076359557871522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ1Ye4dd6I/AAAAAAAACJg/-7GmQYTLa7o/s400/southfork+June+2010+(30+of+83).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kooper thought he needed his goggles...humm I guess because their was water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so cute though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ08GjENjI/AAAAAAAACJQ/2_3EDvfJ0Tw/s1600/southfork+June+2010+(75+of+83).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486075871989347890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ08GjENjI/AAAAAAAACJQ/2_3EDvfJ0Tw/s400/southfork+June+2010+(75+of+83).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Jett was turning red from the water being so cold but I couldn't get her out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; She loved every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ0ZzPfvUI/AAAAAAAACJI/cPcKs-kbO6c/s1600/southfork+June+2010+(60+of+83).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486075282691439938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ0ZzPfvUI/AAAAAAAACJI/cPcKs-kbO6c/s400/southfork+June+2010+(60+of+83).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kenzi and Drew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ0C_yRKrI/AAAAAAAACJA/Zv7QxraGEo0/s1600/southfork+June+2010+(36+of+83).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486074890921519794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ0C_yRKrI/AAAAAAAACJA/Zv7QxraGEo0/s400/southfork+June+2010+(36+of+83).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJz1-Qsa5I/AAAAAAAACI4/gaR_vrG8QFs/s1600/southfork+June+2010+(34+of+83).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486074667173964690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJz1-Qsa5I/AAAAAAAACI4/gaR_vrG8QFs/s400/southfork+June+2010+(34+of+83).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJzk2WrYjI/AAAAAAAACIw/uONflHu3Rus/s1600/southfork+June+2010+(28+of+83).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 370px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486074372993802802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJzk2WrYjI/AAAAAAAACIw/uONflHu3Rus/s400/southfork+June+2010+(28+of+83).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinnly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJzVhWPZTI/AAAAAAAACIo/MIdQT1eIbw8/s1600/southfork+June+2010+(13+of+83).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486074109656786226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJzVhWPZTI/AAAAAAAACIo/MIdQT1eIbw8/s400/southfork+June+2010+(13+of+83).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyron and Bryson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJy1ZGBrwI/AAAAAAAACIg/01NPTmI3OM8/s1600/southfork+June+2010+(14+of+83).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486073557685481218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJy1ZGBrwI/AAAAAAAACIg/01NPTmI3OM8/s400/southfork+June+2010+(14+of+83).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cassidi and Braxton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJybZcrWyI/AAAAAAAACIY/rFUSXNWWhhQ/s1600/southfork+June+2010+(3+of+83).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486073111103888162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJybZcrWyI/AAAAAAAACIY/rFUSXNWWhhQ/s400/southfork+June+2010+(3+of+83).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kali and Cassidi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As we were leaving Kooper said, "Mom, this was the best day of my life!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, I love days like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-1776935562352675121?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1776935562352675121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=1776935562352675121&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/1776935562352675121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/1776935562352675121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/06/southfork.html' title='Southfork'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TCJ4OPz0_-I/AAAAAAAACKg/kx0j_LyB10c/s72-c/southfork+June+2010+(65+of+83).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-3158470910018315889</id><published>2010-06-15T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T08:21:47.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball and Softball 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The baseball/softball season is winding down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love to watch our kids play even when we have up to 8 games a week at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; loved playing (mostly because all her friends were on her team).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She didn't complain one time about going to practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In fact she couldn't wait for her practices or games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so much fun to watch her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We kept busy every game trying to keep track of Kali and Koop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Busy, busy!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBhZNIIgxzI/AAAAAAAACIQ/FY9GE4BxCcY/s1600/Kason+and+Kenzi+baseball+(12+of+28).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483230628379936562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBhZNIIgxzI/AAAAAAAACIQ/FY9GE4BxCcY/s400/Kason+and+Kenzi+baseball+(12+of+28).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBhY8pDn_kI/AAAAAAAACII/Dkzhv1QfiGE/s1600/Kason+and+Kenzi+baseball+(19+of+28).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483230345160031810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBhY8pDn_kI/AAAAAAAACII/Dkzhv1QfiGE/s400/Kason+and+Kenzi+baseball+(19+of+28).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; just looks so little out there. But she reminds me all the time that she is almost 8!&lt;br /&gt;She always has a smile on her face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBhYsFQX_wI/AAAAAAAACIA/2z_CeeMvS48/s1600/Kason+and+Kenzi+baseball+(13+of+28).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483230060671926018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBhYsFQX_wI/AAAAAAAACIA/2z_CeeMvS48/s400/Kason+and+Kenzi+baseball+(13+of+28).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBhYUDpiSJI/AAAAAAAACH4/rl7IfwzrC6w/s1600/Kason+and+Kenzi+baseball+(16+of+28).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483229647923726482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBhYUDpiSJI/AAAAAAAACH4/rl7IfwzrC6w/s400/Kason+and+Kenzi+baseball+(16+of+28).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBhXtie-LaI/AAAAAAAACHw/Q2JFDu8Tltc/s1600/Kason+and+Kenzi+baseball+(8+of+28).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 351px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483228986186018210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBhXtie-LaI/AAAAAAAACHw/Q2JFDu8Tltc/s400/Kason+and+Kenzi+baseball+(8+of+28).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483226894569824834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBhVzymz4kI/AAAAAAAACHQ/1U491J8dvVQ/s400/Kason+and+Kenzi+baseball+(14+of+28).jpg" /&gt;This year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; were in different leagues. Which made for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more games but we love when they get to do their own thing. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; was in the minors. He was the pitcher for his team. He has such a good stance and can throw some heat. When he wasn't pitching he was playing short stop. He loves to play and it shows.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBhXUWXdaBI/AAAAAAAACHo/fQWgZCnzt7U/s1600/Kason+and+Kenzi+baseball+(20+of+28).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483228553436555282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBhXUWXdaBI/AAAAAAAACHo/fQWgZCnzt7U/s400/Kason+and+Kenzi+baseball+(20+of+28).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBhWzxx_0FI/AAAAAAAACHg/O3jcfj-SuCg/s1600/Kason+and+Kenzi+baseball+(26+of+28).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483227993859936338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBhWzxx_0FI/AAAAAAAACHg/O3jcfj-SuCg/s400/Kason+and+Kenzi+baseball+(26+of+28).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483162675257100066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBgbZvBhRyI/AAAAAAAACHI/3FwdFmatnME/s400/Kason+and+Kenzi+baseball+(22+of+28).jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483160333054592850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBgZRZo7R1I/AAAAAAAACGo/-YCK08DMi04/s400/Kason+and+Kenzi+baseball+(25+of+28).jpg" /&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; plays in the majors and is also a pitcher for his team. He plays short stop as well. The older kids are really exciting to watch because they actually know what they are doing. It is more competitive which is exactly how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; is. He is a little hard on himself and wants to be the best. He has the best coach who has helped &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tremendously&lt;/span&gt;. He is so positive and hard on them all at the same time. We couldn't ask for a better coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483227159222502226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBhWDMg7Q1I/AAAAAAAACHY/3EhghK7_tso/s400/baseball+and+first+piggies+(20+of+31).jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBgaJf7JVDI/AAAAAAAACG4/zMlHjEKWsqM/s1600/baseball+and+Linde%27s+bday+(32+of+138).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483161296814298162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBgaJf7JVDI/AAAAAAAACG4/zMlHjEKWsqM/s400/baseball+and+Linde%27s+bday+(32+of+138).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBgY1FyU_ZI/AAAAAAAACGg/NWyj8ht81tQ/s1600/baseball+and+Linde%27s+bday+(10+of+138).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483159846688980370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBgY1FyU_ZI/AAAAAAAACGg/NWyj8ht81tQ/s400/baseball+and+Linde%27s+bday+(10+of+138).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBgXtXunaeI/AAAAAAAACGY/WqL9jFi4XMY/s1600/baseball+and+Linde%27s+bday+(23+of+138).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483158614554667490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBgXtXunaeI/AAAAAAAACGY/WqL9jFi4XMY/s400/baseball+and+Linde%27s+bday+(23+of+138).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kali sits and screams, "go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yaya&lt;/span&gt;!" His whole team heard her cheering for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yaya&lt;/span&gt; and so now they all call him that. They do cheers for him and everything. He gets a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; but secretly he loves that she calls him that. He lights up whenever he sees her. It is so sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All stars has began....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; will be on different teams which will be a little challenging during their games. They will be playing in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Showlow&lt;/span&gt; which is an hour away. I just hope that they play at different times since it is just me. Luke is still in PA for another 4 weeks. That's what family is for though. They always support the kids and the kids love it when they have a crowd cheering for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-3158470910018315889?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3158470910018315889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=3158470910018315889&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/3158470910018315889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/3158470910018315889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/06/baseball-and-softball-2010.html' title='Baseball and Softball 2010'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TBhZNIIgxzI/AAAAAAAACIQ/FY9GE4BxCcY/s72-c/Kason+and+Kenzi+baseball+(12+of+28).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-600060282703806574</id><published>2010-06-08T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T14:14:47.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trek 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LoNg&lt;/span&gt; post is especially for my trek family. I really wanted to take my big camera but I didn't think it would be too appropriate to have a camera around my neck and push a cart at the same time. So I found my 12 year old camera that fit in my apron pocket and took that one with me. So keep in mind the quality of these pictures as you look at them. They are really not so good. But I thought that it was better to have the memories than not. So here we go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got asked to go on the trek a few months ago and I was seriously so excited. Luke was going to come also but then we found out the dates of the trek were the same time that he had to head back to Pennsylvania for the "rainbow gathering." He will be gone for 5 weeks. Anyway, I was sad that he wasn't going with me but I was still excited to go on the trek and for the experience that I knew I was going to have. I was a little nervous to be gone and not even have a phone to check on my kids, even one time. But to tell you the truth I knew that they were in good hands with my sister Amanda and sis-in -law Shana. I knew they were loved and very well taken care of.  My kids love them and so I didn't worry at all. Anyway, back to the trek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Ma and Pa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tenney&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so excited to be in their family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were so great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; had the very best family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I learned so much from them.&lt;br /&gt;They were just great examples and so fun to be around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus aren't they so cute???&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480543371811945378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7NKNT4-6I/AAAAAAAACFw/-0Mzji--zrs/s400/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(54+of+65).jpg" /&gt;This is our &lt;em&gt;AWESOME&lt;/em&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480539711273254530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7J1IvdPoI/AAAAAAAACD4/iYTeak2bAwo/s400/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(25+of+65).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7JmdzyjSI/AAAAAAAACDw/2gWCmgm_W94/s1600/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(24+of+65).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480539459230534946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7JmdzyjSI/AAAAAAAACDw/2gWCmgm_W94/s400/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(24+of+65).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7JcRhjSyI/AAAAAAAACDo/5E5TqhHaZd8/s1600/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(39+of+65).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480539284134120226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7JcRhjSyI/AAAAAAAACDo/5E5TqhHaZd8/s400/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(39+of+65).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7JRQ4RFuI/AAAAAAAACDg/TfGyOpqKPGU/s1600/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(48+of+65).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480539094982399714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7JRQ4RFuI/AAAAAAAACDg/TfGyOpqKPGU/s400/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(48+of+65).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7IPiMFVQI/AAAAAAAACDQ/3vwaA5Ykhxs/s1600/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(49+of+65).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480537965757551874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7IPiMFVQI/AAAAAAAACDQ/3vwaA5Ykhxs/s400/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(49+of+65).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480535103589565954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7Fo7yDxgI/AAAAAAAACCQ/XZF12GHPNPo/s400/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(19+of+65).jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7H_DdpyUI/AAAAAAAACDI/UdurThLCvZI/s1600/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(46+of+65).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480537682631838018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7H_DdpyUI/AAAAAAAACDI/UdurThLCvZI/s400/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(46+of+65).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480537141517051234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7Hfjp1ZWI/AAAAAAAACC4/jn0DjvcWcJs/s400/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(58+of+65).jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; A few of my favorite people that weren't in my family!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7HyJbzftI/AAAAAAAACDA/7dKMeR8zbss/s1600/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(41+of+65).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480537460896399058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7HyJbzftI/AAAAAAAACDA/7dKMeR8zbss/s400/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(41+of+65).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justin and Alisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7HRAwNmQI/AAAAAAAACCw/k2n68ReHhQE/s1600/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(64+of+65).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 372px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480536891630393602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7HRAwNmQI/AAAAAAAACCw/k2n68ReHhQE/s400/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(64+of+65).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Angie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480536637019738962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7HCMQTU1I/AAAAAAAACCo/Ts_2iUwHnGg/s400/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(62+of+65).jpg" /&gt; Brian, Me and Daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480536427123419986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7G1-VHq1I/AAAAAAAACCg/QNOaOmfNixk/s400/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(63+of+65).jpg" /&gt; Ashley and Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7GsENvGZI/AAAAAAAACCY/L5TYZe4Nw5s/s1600/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(51+of+65).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480536256904370578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7GsENvGZI/AAAAAAAACCY/L5TYZe4Nw5s/s400/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(51+of+65).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Daniel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so cool to be able to walk around camp and go see my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brother Daniel and my favorite cousin ever, Brian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was seriously fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved it that they were there with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words can't even express the tender feelings that I have for the this trek. Most of my thoughts and feelings are to personal to share but I can tell you that I loved my family. This is up there as one of the hardest things I have ever done. I know that so much time, thought and inspiration goes into the placing of each person in every family and I can tell you that I was right where I was suppose to be. It was so fun and amazing to see the different personalities and qualities that each one of my family members had. I grew to love each one of them. It is amazing to see how when times got tough we grew even closer as a family. I know that Heavenly Father loves each one of us and he answers prayers. He carried me when I was absolutely exhausted! I will forever cherish the friendships and relationships that I now have with my trek family. I loved every member of my family and grew especially close to a couple of them (you know who you are). I loved all of our long talks and the time that we got to spend with each other. We laughed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. I know that I was sent to this family just for you guys. I love you! We had the best family and I am so thankful I was apart of it. The trek is a life changing experience and I will forever remember how I feel and will forever be thankful for the family I was in. You guys are the best! My testimony has grown and has left me a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-600060282703806574?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/600060282703806574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=600060282703806574&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/600060282703806574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/600060282703806574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/06/trek-2010.html' title='Trek 2010'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/TA7NKNT4-6I/AAAAAAAACFw/-0Mzji--zrs/s72-c/Trek+2010+and+random+old+pictures+of+Kali+(54+of+65).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-3279986573010471043</id><published>2010-05-14T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T16:41:45.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircuts and little piggies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; was due for a haircut. I had made an appointment for him to get a trim. The day of his appointment he decided to get a head start on his haircut. He buzzed right down the side of his head. I actually was laughing because he was shocked at what he had just done. I also wasn't too upset because he was in need of a change. Before he had even took charge with the clippers I knew I was going to cut it because a few days before I was at the park with the kids when a lady there said, "your two little girls are adorable!" Really? He totally looks like a boy...and dresses like a boy! This isn't the first time that he has been called a cute little girl. So this is my sweet little &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;BOY&lt;/span&gt; before his haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470767324641529506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S-wR5XoSjqI/AAAAAAAACB4/d2xDVP-psf4/s400/baseball+and+first+piggies+(17+of+31).jpg" /&gt;And this is my handsome big looking&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;BOY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after his haircut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(I don't like that he looks older)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love that I can see his big blue eyes better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;His hair is no longer in his eyes:)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470768391447001042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S-wS3dyiN9I/AAAAAAAACCI/I9yHfz3IMWE/s400/baseball+and+first+piggies+(27+of+31).jpg" /&gt; Both pictures he is in the car watching a movie. He thinks his sunglasses are on the right way. I have tried to tell him to flip them around but I think he looks cute so I quit telling him they were on upside down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then this is Kali &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; with here first little piggies. I knew her hair was long enough for them because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; is always trying to put it in a pony tail but I LOVE her curly hair so I leave it down &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. I finally decided to "really" do her hair in little piggies. I think she looks so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' cute and so does she. She walks around saying, "pretty." &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; walked in the door from school and took one look at her and said, "Mom, take her hair out now, I hate it!" I said, "why?" Then he goes on to tell me how she looks big with her hair done like that and he wants her to stay little forever. I thought that was so cute. We all want her to stay our baby forever, but she is almost 2! So for now I leave her hair down as much as possible with her little curls in the back, so we can prolong her being out little baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S-wQ4GLw27I/AAAAAAAACBw/qUnOUIGlcD0/s1600/baseball+and+first+piggies+(1+of+31).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470766203266980786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S-wQ4GLw27I/AAAAAAAACBw/qUnOUIGlcD0/s400/baseball+and+first+piggies+(1+of+31).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/4235961003988129881-3279986573010471043?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3279986573010471043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=3279986573010471043&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/3279986573010471043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/3279986573010471043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/05/haircuts-and-little-piggies.html' title='Haircuts and little piggies'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S-wR5XoSjqI/AAAAAAAACB4/d2xDVP-psf4/s72-c/baseball+and+first+piggies+(17+of+31).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-7096012581583223536</id><published>2010-04-27T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T06:46:25.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; woke up and said, "yes I am finally in double digits!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wanted to have a family &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; and open presents on his birthday. Then for his friends we took a few of them to the movie (Alice and Wonderland) and had a slumber party. He had a total blast but I hope next year I can pay him to NOT have a party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S9dwSYzHbnI/AAAAAAAACBo/IZsYWiWdmiU/s1600/IMG_3121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464960134034189938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S9dwSYzHbnI/AAAAAAAACBo/IZsYWiWdmiU/s400/IMG_3121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S9dvyh6NQjI/AAAAAAAACBg/voXPdi2QSoY/s1600/IMG_3128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464959586724037170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S9dvyh6NQjI/AAAAAAAACBg/voXPdi2QSoY/s400/IMG_3128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was pretty sure he'd get a 22 for his birthday because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; did when he turned 10 but he was extra shocked that he got a case to hold it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S9dvbZIoEZI/AAAAAAAACBY/TszfeI53I7o/s1600/IMG_3138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464959189231604114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S9dvbZIoEZI/AAAAAAAACBY/TszfeI53I7o/s400/IMG_3138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S9du2oJSvDI/AAAAAAAACBQ/23ZzvbGr49w/s1600/IMG_3126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464958557605772338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S9du2oJSvDI/AAAAAAAACBQ/23ZzvbGr49w/s400/IMG_3126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S9dukaYJ73I/AAAAAAAACBI/uICBbRvJyP8/s1600/IMG_3131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464958244672368498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S9dukaYJ73I/AAAAAAAACBI/uICBbRvJyP8/s400/IMG_3131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S9duNnCDuwI/AAAAAAAACBA/KYEuvmk7q48/s1600/IMG_3125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 356px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464957852932356866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S9duNnCDuwI/AAAAAAAACBA/KYEuvmk7q48/s400/IMG_3125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; is probably the sweetest kid I know. He is so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lovable&lt;/span&gt; and loves to gives hugs. I could go on and on about how great I think he is but I will just list 10 simple things about him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; loves to dance and loves music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to make people laugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves HOT food. The hotter the better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All HEART!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sensitive...biggest crocodile tears ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Athletic. He will play any sport. Competitive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves to wear his cowboy boots.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loyal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Loooong&lt;/span&gt; eyelashes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friendly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;! We love you to pieces!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/4235961003988129881-7096012581583223536?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/7096012581583223536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=7096012581583223536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/7096012581583223536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/7096012581583223536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/04/kason-woke-up-and-said-yes-i-am-finally.html' title='10'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S9dwSYzHbnI/AAAAAAAACBo/IZsYWiWdmiU/s72-c/IMG_3121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-652989539134200455</id><published>2010-04-21T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:26:45.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These two are just crazy little funny kiddos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She just laughs at whatever he does...good or bad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first thing she says when she wakes up is, "where's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pooper&lt;/span&gt;?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and the last thing before she says before she goes to bed is, "where's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pooper&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is always looking out for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is a little copy cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She will play whatever he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She laughs at his every move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She thinks he walks on water.....but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the first thing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; says when he wakes up in the morning is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"where's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kals&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is constantly taking care of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He makes sure she always has a snack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He will get her a capri sun whenever she asks him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He makes sure that she is happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He hugs her constantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He always asks her,"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kals&lt;/span&gt; do you love me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is so sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so glad these two have each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What would they do without one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They truly are the best of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(We were making cupcakes for Kason's class....pictures from his birthday still to come)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8-MIpGgZQI/AAAAAAAACA4/pcp6mBb_apk/s1600/IMG_3100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462738953123685634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8-MIpGgZQI/AAAAAAAACA4/pcp6mBb_apk/s400/IMG_3100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8-HyKDuxYI/AAAAAAAACAw/RwpBvr-0-Zk/s1600/IMG_3102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462734168786912642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8-HyKDuxYI/AAAAAAAACAw/RwpBvr-0-Zk/s400/IMG_3102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8-GkvzQLrI/AAAAAAAACAo/JAdhqS55858/s1600/IMG_3101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462732838888550066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8-GkvzQLrI/AAAAAAAACAo/JAdhqS55858/s400/IMG_3101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8-F2l1JKlI/AAAAAAAACAg/oFhHOGzymXo/s1600/IMG_3109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462732045938141778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8-F2l1JKlI/AAAAAAAACAg/oFhHOGzymXo/s400/IMG_3109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8-ECiK4OjI/AAAAAAAACAY/wVLI8Q07F6g/s1600/IMG_3107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462730052090739250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8-ECiK4OjI/AAAAAAAACAY/wVLI8Q07F6g/s400/IMG_3107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8-Cm1e_6SI/AAAAAAAACAQ/t7sfd-WObvI/s1600/IMG_3111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462728476727437602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8-Cm1e_6SI/AAAAAAAACAQ/t7sfd-WObvI/s400/IMG_3111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-652989539134200455?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/652989539134200455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=652989539134200455&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/652989539134200455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/652989539134200455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/04/making-cupcakes.html' title='Chocolate'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8-MIpGgZQI/AAAAAAAACA4/pcp6mBb_apk/s72-c/IMG_3100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-3612229932076095988</id><published>2010-04-12T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:03:22.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very long post</title><content type='html'>For Spring break this year we were all excited to just get out of town and be together as a family. The kids really wanted to go to the zoo. It has been years since we've been so that's what we did. The weather was perfect and the kids were happy!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8OTs6jcpxI/AAAAAAAACAA/EvHLOB4QkVM/s1600/IMG_2930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459369573144635154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8OTs6jcpxI/AAAAAAAACAA/EvHLOB4QkVM/s400/IMG_2930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kali wanted in every cage and wanted to hold every animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8ORfcmP22I/AAAAAAAAB_4/e4yFS7dtubo/s1600/IMG_2952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459367142741760866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8ORfcmP22I/AAAAAAAAB_4/e4yFS7dtubo/s400/IMG_2952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We rented a double stroller and it was a good thing. Walking that much gets ya tired after awhile. I think everyone took a turn except &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8OP_77SYmI/AAAAAAAAB_w/X0X1bgvDWjY/s1600/IMG_2919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459365501884064354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8OP_77SYmI/AAAAAAAAB_w/X0X1bgvDWjY/s400/IMG_2919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; was more excited than ANYONE! He was our tour guide. He had his map and we didn't miss a single animal or bug for that matter. We just followed him around. He has always been very into animals, any kind. He was the only one who wasn't ready to go. He would have gone all day. There were a few animals that were in hiding and that just wasn't a good thing for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;. He wanted to go back to those ones and see if they were out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8OJ2zbx_qI/AAAAAAAAB_o/7nGRvkpa7sQ/s1600/IMG_2917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459358747915845282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8OJ2zbx_qI/AAAAAAAAB_o/7nGRvkpa7sQ/s400/IMG_2917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; couldn't believe we were really at a zoo. We'd been talking about going for a long time and he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; believe they were real animals. He loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8OIEJ0dbnI/AAAAAAAAB_g/ZCKGxMm6y5E/s1600/IMG_2943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459356778239979122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8OIEJ0dbnI/AAAAAAAAB_g/ZCKGxMm6y5E/s400/IMG_2943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8OGBd2TZfI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/jyk-a3NpWXg/s1600/IMG_2937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459354533053556210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8OGBd2TZfI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/jyk-a3NpWXg/s400/IMG_2937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8OEYXvpe4I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/vuWtrHq6Or4/s1600/IMG_2933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459352727528766338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8OEYXvpe4I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/vuWtrHq6Or4/s400/IMG_2933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day before we headed to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Phx&lt;/span&gt;. my brother Tim and his wife Tori had their sweet baby girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was perfect timing for us, since we were already coming down. This is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mylin&lt;/span&gt;. She is the cutest little thing. She has tons of dark hair, beautiful skin, a perfect little face and big dimple. She is perfect. We can't wait to see her again. They just moved to California so we are a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; sad:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459351112334207634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8OC6WrQapI/AAAAAAAAB_I/4kjz-A0pb0A/s400/IMG_2915.JPG" /&gt;Also while we were there....My brother Nate had us meet him at one of his job sights and took us all up in one of the buckets. He works for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SRP&lt;/span&gt;. The boys were so excited to go. It was really high and a little scary. He just gave us a taste of what he does. He goes 3 times as high as he let us. We were up like 90 feet.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8OBP_J4XII/AAAAAAAAB_A/7VZEWnwrHLg/s1600/IMG_2907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459349284954070146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8OBP_J4XII/AAAAAAAAB_A/7VZEWnwrHLg/s400/IMG_2907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8N-Padgl_I/AAAAAAAAB-4/8eIJxC_8sqE/s1600/IMG_2905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459345976569403378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8N-Padgl_I/AAAAAAAAB-4/8eIJxC_8sqE/s400/IMG_2905.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459342386771185922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8N6-da60QI/AAAAAAAAB-o/6zTLGip_ZlU/s400/IMG_2910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459339952976596402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8N4wy1EjbI/AAAAAAAAB-g/ynhYsrxb9yc/s400/IMG_2898.JPG" /&gt;Nate and Kali really like each other. She loves to give him big lip kisses on his mouth and rub his head. We had such a great time. He showed the boys how to do a few things on his work truck and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; said, "I could totally go work with Uncle Nate now, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I know exactly what to do." &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459337610446090386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8N2ocORsJI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/lbm9D2DPz8A/s400/IMG_2893.JPG" /&gt; I have some more pictures of being at Nate's house while we were down for spring break.  They will have to be for my next post becasuse this one in on the verge of a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FINALLY got myself a new computer!&lt;br /&gt;I am in Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been busy finishing my family book from 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm caught up on 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cleaned the garage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a big D.I. pile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys went horn hunting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came up empty handed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to design our backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to landscape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very excited about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; had her first softball practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was so nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; starts practice today. Mon-Friday. (yuk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; hasn't been called by his coach yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; is still doing track though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fixing to be busy with lots of games every week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke is out of town again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be glad when this case is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has been super busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; discovered his privates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; went like this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: I think there is something wrong with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pee pee&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you take me to take me to the Dr.?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Oh really, well what happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: I found two balls right here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Well they are suppose to be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Why would there be balls in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pee pee&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: There just is. Stop pulling on them so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: I am trying to get them out. There are two of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Rolling on the ground laughing my head off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: What is wrong with me? Why does it look like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Just laughing so hard I couldn't talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been interesting every time one of my boys has discovered themselves. But it is always funny. Oh little boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kali is as busy as ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time she hears the door open she yells, "Daddy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She always has someone shoes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves to try and put lids on everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves to be outside whether it is hot or cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jabbers&lt;/span&gt; all day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is at the best age ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my family more everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love being a Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get a little sad when they do things that prove they are getting older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kason going on out of town track trips all by himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyron figuring out that the Easter bunny and everything else is isn't real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I almost cried on that one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenzi asking where babies REALLY come from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kooper saying he NEEDS to go to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kali going down the biggest slides at the park all by herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-3612229932076095988?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3612229932076095988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=3612229932076095988&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/3612229932076095988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/3612229932076095988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/04/very-long-post.html' title='A very long post'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S8OTs6jcpxI/AAAAAAAACAA/EvHLOB4QkVM/s72-c/IMG_2930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-8670929665612915326</id><published>2010-03-15T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:21:13.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy in the morning</title><content type='html'>Every morning after the older kids go to school &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LoVes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to have hot chocolate and whip cream. Or should I say some hot chocolate with his whip cream. He tells me this whip cream is so "yummy in the morning." He just makes me smile. He climbs up on the counter grabs his favorite mug, a packet of hot chocolate and the whip cream. He sits at the bar waiting so patiently while I get it ready. " Not too super hot Mom," he says.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sY8lvXxKI/AAAAAAAAB9I/HWGq_rtJiVk/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434464804554654882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sY8lvXxKI/AAAAAAAAB9I/HWGq_rtJiVk/s400/069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sYVovCpDI/AAAAAAAAB9A/KpYL5LYBHG0/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434464135343678514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sYVovCpDI/AAAAAAAAB9A/KpYL5LYBHG0/s400/068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also, over the last few years we have learned that on Sunday before church Koop isn't allowed to have his white shirt on until everyone is loaded in the car and we are all ready to go. If we put it on before it ALWAYS gets dirty. Somehow it always gets dirty, so we've learned. So right before we walk out the door we slip his shirt and tie on and head out. He usually gets dirty at church, somehow, but I at least I feel good that he was clean when he got there. Well this week we were driving to church and almost there when I turned around and almost died when I saw the whole left side of his shirt. It looked like his shirt had the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; had given him a little red gum ball to put in his pocket. Well he held it in his sweaty little hand for only a minute and by the time he put it in his pocket his gum ball was loosing the red color all over his hand. So as he tried and tried to get it his pocket it just got worse and worse. His shirt looked awful. I said, "what are you doing? Just eat it!" He started to cry his huge crocodile tears and he said, "I was saving it for after the sacrament like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;." I had to just stop myself and for a minute (only a minute)I didn't care about how red his shirt was. He actually knew what the sacrament was?  I thought he knew but to actually hear him say it.  Wow, what a sweet little mess. I just had to hug him and tell him it was &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;alright. B&lt;/span&gt;ut for now on &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;NO MORE&lt;/span&gt; gumballs at church....(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kyron&lt;/span&gt;)! It actually was Kyron's fault but I couldn't get mad at him for sharing.  I am sure that his teacher and everyone else that saw him probably thought I forgot to do laundry, (I do 2 loads a day) but believe me it doesn't matter. He always finds a way to get dirty. That's what I love most about him.&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/4235961003988129881-8670929665612915326?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8670929665612915326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=8670929665612915326&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/8670929665612915326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/8670929665612915326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/02/yummy-in-morning.html' title='Yummy in the morning'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sY8lvXxKI/AAAAAAAAB9I/HWGq_rtJiVk/s72-c/069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-807670295519429166</id><published>2010-02-22T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:18:17.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree climber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyron loves to climb! It doesn't matter the object or the weather. He is a monkey and will climb anything anytime! He got clear to the top and missed a branch and slid all the way down on his little rear. It only stopped him for a minute though.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sb9XMRm8I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/8ftGlpqVqWc/s1600-h/141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434468116364106690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sb9XMRm8I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/8ftGlpqVqWc/s400/141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He actually got clear to the very very top but I had already put my camera away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2saVUcEGcI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/fd8h0WKeVB0/s1600-h/138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434466328918628802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2saVUcEGcI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/fd8h0WKeVB0/s400/138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being the oldest he gets cheated on pictures. He doesn't like me to take them of him anyway. But when I do, I usually get a hand over the face or a look of "why?" He is such a good kid and I am so very proud of him. He has such a soft spot for little babies and kids. He just makes me smile. For Valentines day he once again told everyone that asked him to be their Valentine (I don't ever remember doing anything like that at this age, what the crap) that he was his Mom's Valentine. I just loved that and I hope that it last for a very very long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-807670295519429166?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/807670295519429166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=807670295519429166&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/807670295519429166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/807670295519429166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/02/tree-climber.html' title='Tree climber'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sb9XMRm8I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/8ftGlpqVqWc/s72-c/141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-6995075068054664802</id><published>2010-02-08T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:07:22.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last one</title><content type='html'>to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Potty train&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; (for me)! She is so ready for this. For the last 3 weeks she hasn't even pooped in her diaper. She always tells me and she goes on the potty! So a week ago I decided that I needed to take advantage of her wanting to do this all by herself. So we started really doing this a week ago. My Mom got her a little princess potty and some little undies. She was excited about that! The only problem is, she is so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' little that her little panties won't stay on her little butt!! I think we are going to have to take them in. I don't see her growing into them anytime soon! She obviously loves the attention she gets from all of us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she goes. Yes, we do a potty dance and she just stares at us like we are crazy. But she expects it after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she goes. If we don't do it then she starts it for us. Pretty funny! Last week was hit and miss. She'd have a great day and then a not so good day. Then Sunday was hard because at church I wasn't going to take her to the bathroom every 10 minutes so I put a diaper on her. Usually I would never do that but with her it is different. I don't know if it is because she is the 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; child or if it is because she is my very last &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;BABY &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;ever, but I just didn't think this day would come so soon. I almost didn't want it to. Now this will mean that I no longer have a baby around:( But I am very excited to not have diapers around and to not change another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt; diaper again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2shcnyoP9I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/nAt2JVOOmk8/s1600-h/165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434474150954024914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2shcnyoP9I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/nAt2JVOOmk8/s400/165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sgzW8HBJI/AAAAAAAAB-I/oAB8HnYBOi0/s1600-h/168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434473442055750802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sgzW8HBJI/AAAAAAAAB-I/oAB8HnYBOi0/s400/168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I started doing the whole potty training thing she would come out of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi's&lt;/span&gt; room like this! Do you think it was a hint or what? Mom, potty train me already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434461079416697474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sVjwhRcoI/AAAAAAAAB8w/ECwUwYFWoPE/s400/074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434462718126610706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sXDJMKWRI/AAAAAAAAB84/mGwVvQBoNpw/s400/078.JPG" /&gt;Right after she got her potty seat she was sitting on it on the toilet and she was goofing around and tried to stand up. Her little seat flipped her right over and she hit her whole face and head on the bath tub! I never knew it could be so dangerous. So lets just say that there is no more standing up on the potty!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434472773033697746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sgMao0odI/AAAAAAAAB-A/6yDJY99q-2M/s400/162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sfnMrBkuI/AAAAAAAAB94/Zyu3tpxaMVs/s1600-h/164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434472133629678306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sfnMrBkuI/AAAAAAAAB94/Zyu3tpxaMVs/s400/164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am hoping that by the end of next week she will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; done! We'll see if it really happens like that. I would like to think that it will:) But, I am already getting a little stir crazy not being able to leave the house.....but it will be worth it!&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/4235961003988129881-6995075068054664802?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6995075068054664802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=6995075068054664802&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/6995075068054664802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/6995075068054664802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-one.html' title='Last one'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2shcnyoP9I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/nAt2JVOOmk8/s72-c/165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-6154893601404498743</id><published>2010-02-04T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:19:03.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Kason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few weeks ago &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; was standing in the kitchen and I saw blood coming through his white shirt on his back. I asked, "why he was bleeding?" He said, "he didn't know that he was." So when I lifted up his shirt I was surprised to see that he had some sort of rash all over his body. From his head to his calves. He had been itching so bad that he was now bleeding. I gave him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;benadryl&lt;/span&gt; and he was was fine in no time. Well the same thing just kept happening. It was really strange though because he never had it in the morning or during the day at school. It just happened every night around 5 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oclock&lt;/span&gt;. So every night I would be so saddened by it that I wanted to take him to the Dr. but during business hours he didn't have a sign of a thing on his whole entire body. So I took pictures and after about 8 days of this I finally took him in to the Dr. The Dr. had many questions for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;. It went something like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dr: Are you stressed about about anything?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;: No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dr: Do you have good friends?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;: Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dr: Have you eaten anything different?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;: No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dr: Is anything bothering you at home?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;: No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dr: Is anything bothering you at school?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kason: No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dr: Does it ever bother you during the day?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;: No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dr: Do you get good grades?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;: Yup just got straight A's on my report card yesterday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dr: Can I see your back right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, but there is nothing there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dr: Are you allergic to anything?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, bees&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So it kind of went on like that for a little bit. It was kinda funny. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; didn't really even look up. He was a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;. The Dr. and I talked about foods, laundry soap, bath soap, shampoo and anything else we could think of. I had already thought of EVERYTHING there was to think of. Nothing has changed in our lives or in our family. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; has always been my kids to eat anything you put in front of him, and I mean ANYTHING! I hadn't changed detergent or soaps. I wash his sheets.  He has a lunch from home everyday and then once a week at the school. He has done this since his has been in school. We have a wood fireplace and have had for over a year. So he had been living on b&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;endaryl&lt;/span&gt; every night. The Dr. said it was a mystery but from the pictures it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; looked like a food allergy. He wanted to test him the following Monday. It was a Thursday and he couldn't have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bendaryl&lt;/span&gt; again until after he was tested. It sometimes messes with the results. It was a miserable weekend for him but like clock work every night he would be covered with a rash that itched him like crazy. I would just rub lotion all over him and that seemed to help. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sUunhcW8I/AAAAAAAAB8o/HwrpWyRXOG4/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434460166468426690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sUunhcW8I/AAAAAAAAB8o/HwrpWyRXOG4/s400/088.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;these pictures don't even show how bad they really were, this was one of the milder days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sThQtl-EI/AAAAAAAAB8g/rTcBEcFOo0I/s1600-h/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434458837495445570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sThQtl-EI/AAAAAAAAB8g/rTcBEcFOo0I/s400/087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday morning we were in the Dr's office for 3 hours. First they numbed his arms and wrapped them up for an hour. Then the shots began. He got 40 of them. Good thing he had his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434453607289145250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sOw0rPR6I/AAAAAAAAB8A/RX5KCbW0v64/s400/151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434454658472658290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sPuAo6xXI/AAAAAAAAB8I/fG_zNtirkbM/s400/152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434457255820656514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sSFMg7_4I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/6Kn6x_fj26Y/s400/154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sRFZvrKaI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/HXrbWQo4G00/s1600-h/153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434456159860500898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sRFZvrKaI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/HXrbWQo4G00/s400/153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the testing it came back that he wasn't allergic to one single food. Just as I had thought! So now we can either go do some more intense testing or just try and figure it out on our own. I think that I will just try and figure it out on my own. It is funny though, lately he hasn't hardly had any problems with it. A little, but nothing like it was. We will just keep our fingers crossed that it doesn't flare up again. What a mystery though.&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/4235961003988129881-6154893601404498743?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6154893601404498743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=6154893601404498743&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/6154893601404498743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/6154893601404498743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/02/poor-kason.html' title='Poor Kason'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2sUunhcW8I/AAAAAAAAB8o/HwrpWyRXOG4/s72-c/088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-7100133212329744803</id><published>2010-01-29T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:01:56.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow days...and other</title><content type='html'>In October the kids went up and got free ski passes at the ski resort here and so for Christmas all they wanted were new skis.  So now they go for free anytime they go up.  They live for it.  Especially &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;.  We wouldn't turn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; loose like we do the boys.  She loves it but only if Luke or I are with her.  She especially loves it when her very favorite cousin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Harlee&lt;/span&gt; gets to go with her.  So they went every day during Christmas break and have gone every Saturday since.  They love it when it snows because that means good snow at Sunrise.  This last week it snowed so much that they had to shut down Sunrise.  It finally opened back up Wednesday.  My brother Nate brought his kids up and he took Shelbi and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Harlee&lt;/span&gt; skiing today.  Our kids begged to get out of school to go with them.  They only had half day of school anyway so Luke took them up.  They love when they have someone to ski with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my sister in law Jen with her girls Shelbi and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Harlee&lt;/span&gt;...Jen snowboards like a rock star:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 433px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432258116096519362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2NB-aoqbMI/AAAAAAAAB74/VH9EyU4h7P4/s400/Linde%27s+pictures+427.JPG" /&gt;I took &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Koop&lt;/span&gt; and Kali up just to take a few pictures and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Koop&lt;/span&gt; just complained about how bright it was outside and that it wasn't fair that he couldn't ski yet.  Poor little dude, next year though!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2NBEBPYCiI/AAAAAAAAB7w/V7RSv9XvGrk/s1600-h/Linde%27s+pictures+433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432257112847157794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2NBEBPYCiI/AAAAAAAAB7w/V7RSv9XvGrk/s400/Linde%27s+pictures+433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jett loved every second of it until her toes got cold....not so fun to have cold feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2NAYYJmUYI/AAAAAAAAB7o/Xr6ViyOc-bY/s1600-h/Linde%27s+pictures+429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432256363082699138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2NAYYJmUYI/AAAAAAAAB7o/Xr6ViyOc-bY/s400/Linde%27s+pictures+429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; eventually just laid down and then played in the snow for like 2 hours without moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2M_nOSTXoI/AAAAAAAAB7g/C4iZtWGmPJk/s1600-h/Linde%27s+pictures+451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432255518621261442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2M_nOSTXoI/AAAAAAAAB7g/C4iZtWGmPJk/s400/Linde%27s+pictures+451.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; is getting really good and loves to go clear to the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2M-4xBcbdI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/iTl2XwQbWc0/s1600-h/Linde%27s+pictures+445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432254720491941330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2M-4xBcbdI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/iTl2XwQbWc0/s400/Linde%27s+pictures+445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2M9lV36mbI/AAAAAAAAB7I/Sb68K4z_sro/s1600-h/Linde%27s+pictures+461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432253287275076018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2M9lV36mbI/AAAAAAAAB7I/Sb68K4z_sro/s400/Linde%27s+pictures+461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron and Kason love to go down blacks and hit big jumps!  They are getting so big!  It makes me a little sad.  Sometimes we just take them up and drop them off (with a cell phone) and then pick them up at the end of the day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2M87aGK8gI/AAAAAAAAB7A/5OqhElCUDXA/s1600-h/Linde%27s+pictures+457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432252566854103554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2M87aGK8gI/AAAAAAAAB7A/5OqhElCUDXA/s400/Linde%27s+pictures+457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; came home from school and informed us that he would be break dancing at the school program in front of the town!  He apparently told his music teacher that he thought it would be a good idea if they added some break dancing at the end of one of the songs they were singing.  She agreed!  I have to say that I have never laughed so hard.  I love that he isn't shy about getting up in front of people and doing crazy things.  He just loves to make people laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2M7S9zXguI/AAAAAAAAB64/-yaqu2-D2cA/s1600-h/Linde%27s+pictures+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432250772552647394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2M7S9zXguI/AAAAAAAAB64/-yaqu2-D2cA/s400/Linde%27s+pictures+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Mom was cleaning out her pantry one day and when I didn't hear Kali for a few, this is what I found! She was taking corn starch a just throwing it everywhere and giggling! What I loved the most is that when my Mom saw her all she said was, "wait I need to get my camera to take a picture!"  My Mom is the best!  She reminds me everyday that things like this are what life is all about.  Not a clean house but happy kids that know that they are loved!  They &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; know that my Mom loves them (they never get in trouble).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2M5UQioJYI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Y6N1qIQQOSA/s1600-h/Florida+Nov+2009+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432248595739321730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2M5UQioJYI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Y6N1qIQQOSA/s400/Florida+Nov+2009+088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister Amanda had her sweet little baby, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jordin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Linde&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes I am very proud that she is named after me!  Kali &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; is obsessed with her.  She is so sweet and gentle with her...until  we try to take &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jordin&lt;/span&gt; away from her.  Then she gets a little rough.  She is the cutest little baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2M4f8UIgLI/AAAAAAAAB6g/1emYlS3KZvs/s1600-h/Jordin+Linde+Bedford+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432247696956620978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2M4f8UIgLI/AAAAAAAAB6g/1emYlS3KZvs/s400/Jordin+Linde+Bedford+078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; loves to pull Kali in this cool little sled.  My Dad brought it over and we pulled and pulled them in it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2M3SfTDYuI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/0vbF_IH_4NA/s1600-h/Steve%27s+stuff+701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432246366317535970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2M3SfTDYuI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/0vbF_IH_4NA/s400/Steve%27s+stuff+701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2MuoBbpihI/AAAAAAAAB6I/3pmNsPQ42mA/s1600-h/Steve%27s+stuff+655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432236840652999186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2MuoBbpihI/AAAAAAAAB6I/3pmNsPQ42mA/s400/Steve%27s+stuff+655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; has this hat on just about 24 hours a day!  It is about to drive me crazy!  As soon as he wakes up he puts it on and it doesn't leave his head till his head hits his pillow at night.  I will be glad when the weather gets warmer so that he doesn't think he has to have it on all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2MsNOXzG1I/AAAAAAAAB54/m33Bid7XR04/s1600-h/Steve%27s+stuff+136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432234181246786386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2MsNOXzG1I/AAAAAAAAB54/m33Bid7XR04/s400/Steve%27s+stuff+136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-7100133212329744803?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/7100133212329744803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=7100133212329744803&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/7100133212329744803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/7100133212329744803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-daysand-other.html' title='Snow days...and other'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S2NB-aoqbMI/AAAAAAAAB74/VH9EyU4h7P4/s72-c/Linde%27s+pictures+427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-6332860884430365256</id><published>2010-01-21T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:27:17.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S1kkfS_mXQI/AAAAAAAAB5w/8jyPqf4BltY/s1600-h/cc-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429410945864981762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S1kkfS_mXQI/AAAAAAAAB5w/8jyPqf4BltY/s400/cc-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429394328682638498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S1kVYDKmLKI/AAAAAAAAB5o/QkuJqSjxWDY/s400/IMG_2569.jpg" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(look at her little shiner here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kali &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is 18 months old today! It is so hard to believe that our baby is already this big! She is seriously fun! We hate that she is growing up. It makes us sad, well it makes me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sad. He doesn't like it when her hair has a braid in it or 2 piggies on the top of her head. He says it makes her look big and he wants her to stay little (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aawww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Well here are a few little things about her that we all love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429385971359142082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S1kNxltZ0MI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/xocer694yGA/s400/IMG_1797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is obsessed with shoes and jackets. She cries and cries when she has to take them off. She clamps her hands together and won't let us take her jackets off. The first thing she notices on anyone are their shoes. They make her smile so big. She giggles and giggles when she gets to put her shoes on everyday. Sometimes she comes out with a high heel and a boot on or one of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shoes on and a slipper. She doesn't care what they look like or who's it is. She loves them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She freaks out when she sees little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fuzzies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the ground or anywhere. She just screams until you pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is starting to talk &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She has such a quiet voice though, it is so sweet. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She doesn't think she needs her high chair anymore. She wants to sit at the bar just like the other kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves to take baths and showers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves babies. She has learned from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just how to play with them. She is always wrapping them up in blankets, feeding them bottles and patting their backs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She likes to say pretty and put lip stuff on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429391191122929906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S1kSha2EaPI/AAAAAAAAB5g/2YUeIBM7c60/s400/IMG_1932.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429370068165211506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S1j_T5sgNXI/AAAAAAAAB5I/i3DjQrupOcU/s400/IMG_2537.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves to be wherever the kids are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She says Cheese &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she sees a camera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is a total copy cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She reads books ALL day!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves animals and knows every sound of every animal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She already tells me when she poops. I guess it is time to potty train.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is the best sleeper. She sleeps about 12 hours a night and a 3 hour nap everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves to sing and dance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She gives the best kisses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zenzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She only has 6 teeth and weighs 18 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves to floss and brush her teeth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has super cute curly hair (not sure where it all came from).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only movie she will sit and watch (for a few minutes) at all is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She loves donkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves it when Luke gets home from work. She runs as fast as she can to get to him. She is such a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;snuggler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She says tickle tickle tickle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S1jPW0ILrxI/AAAAAAAAB4w/UeFqubtPROQ/s1600-h/IMG_2549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429317341652168466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S1jPW0ILrxI/AAAAAAAAB4w/UeFqubtPROQ/s400/IMG_2549.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S1jGbGhXBkI/AAAAAAAAB4g/X-jPPgB5-x0/s1600-h/IMG_2527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429307519704434242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S1jGbGhXBkI/AAAAAAAAB4g/X-jPPgB5-x0/s400/IMG_2527.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love love love our little bug!&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/4235961003988129881-6332860884430365256?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6332860884430365256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=6332860884430365256&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/6332860884430365256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/6332860884430365256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/01/18-months.html' title='18 months'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S1kkfS_mXQI/AAAAAAAAB5w/8jyPqf4BltY/s72-c/cc-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-7409201219850997325</id><published>2010-01-14T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:26:37.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Boys"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kooper loves "his boys."&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S0_UYaoNYII/AAAAAAAAB4Y/OI4h3Gadwbw/s1600-h/IMG_2555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426789591934656642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S0_UYaoNYII/AAAAAAAAB4Y/OI4h3Gadwbw/s400/IMG_2555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you have heard this story but it is still a good one. So about 6 months ago we heard &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; picking on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; comes and tells Luke and I that "the boys is picking on him." We had just watched the whole conversation between the two so we looked at each other like who? He pointed to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; and said, "the boys." We about died! We started realizing that he didn't know "the boys" names. So we started really watching him and asking him their names and he had no idea. He just called them both "the boys." Since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; were both little we have always &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;referred&lt;/span&gt; to them as "the boys." Go get the boys, go play with the boys, tell the boys it's time for dinner, see what the boys are doing etc." We had taught &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; this. So it took us awhile to teach him that they had real names, but he finally got it. For awhile he would say, "the boys &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; is home, or the boys &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; is outside." It was seriously &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;! He finally got it but he loves his boys so much. He waits and waits for them to get home everyday. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; is constantly listening to his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; and so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Koop&lt;/span&gt; loves to just sit and be just like him. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; lets him play his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; whenever. Even though he seems to loose his pens all the time. They are just so sweet with him. I am glad that he has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; to look up to because they are such good boys. Let's hope it is always like that. He always tells us, "I love my boys."&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S099sto-wrI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/bTOt6NzRajQ/s1600-h/IMG_2541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426694283123933874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S099sto-wrI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/bTOt6NzRajQ/s400/IMG_2541.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Koop&lt;/span&gt; fell asleep playing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;. Santa would have brought him his own if he'd known he was obsessed with it! He wakes up saying, "where is my DS?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S09tkycLyWI/AAAAAAAAB4I/2qbwF1LraX8/s1600-h/IMG_2522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426676554787440994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S09tkycLyWI/AAAAAAAAB4I/2qbwF1LraX8/s400/IMG_2522.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He fell asleep on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammin'&lt;/span&gt; to the Black eyed peas. Yes they are his favorite...right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali has started &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yellin&lt;/span&gt;' "boys" and it is so cute. But we have made sure that she knows the difference between them. I actually think that she knew which one was who before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper did&lt;/span&gt;. So funny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-7409201219850997325?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/7409201219850997325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=7409201219850997325&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/7409201219850997325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/7409201219850997325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/01/boys.html' title='&quot;The Boys&quot;'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/S0_UYaoNYII/AAAAAAAAB4Y/OI4h3Gadwbw/s72-c/IMG_2555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-4095944513419527463</id><published>2010-01-11T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:16:46.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>I am not sure where to start. I have been so out of touch for way too long. I still don't have my computer working correctly and I still can't me upload a single photo but I wanted to at least give a little up date. I like to show photos because it isn't fun to look at a blog without photos but no such luck for me today. We have been busy with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;school back in session&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron's&lt;/span&gt; guitar lessons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi's&lt;/span&gt; piano lessons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;homework and reports&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scouts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;skiing every chance we get (well Luke, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enjoying our new house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trying to keep up with the busy little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enjoying my sweet new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jordin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking in church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cooking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and the million errands &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;that go on everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know we have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; busier than it sounds. We had a wonderful holiday and we enjoyed seeing lots of family. So until I can share my pictures there really is no point. Hey, at least I was able to update our pictures on my blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will be happy when I either get a new computer or an external hard drive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-4095944513419527463?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/4095944513419527463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=4095944513419527463&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/4095944513419527463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/4095944513419527463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2010/01/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-5911045378055788598</id><published>2009-10-06T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:57:32.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures anyone?</title><content type='html'>If anyone is needing or wanting family pictures, my friend &lt;a href="http://wendyshepherdphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wendy&lt;/a&gt; will be here in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eagar&lt;/span&gt; next weekend, the 16&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 17&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. She is coming to take our family pictures and we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LoVe&lt;/span&gt; her! She is amazing.  So if you are interested leave me a comment or &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/colbyand%20wendy@yahoo.com"&gt;email &lt;/a&gt;her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-5911045378055788598?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/5911045378055788598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=5911045378055788598&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/5911045378055788598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/5911045378055788598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2009/10/pictures-anyone.html' title='Pictures anyone?'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-2525775363587715734</id><published>2009-09-17T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:31:23.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random picture overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A bunch of the cousins at our family reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382276926468249298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SrGwWRzr1tI/AAAAAAAAB24/P2b1DwAWLfA/s400/IMG_1271-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi's&lt;/span&gt; very favorite comfy pants finally bit the dust. She was so sad. She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; wore those things every spare second she could. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SrGtWGd2KRI/AAAAAAAAB2w/swpmXI4uh7w/s1600-h/IMG_1154-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382273624888977682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SrGtWGd2KRI/AAAAAAAAB2w/swpmXI4uh7w/s400/IMG_1154-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; finally lost her first tooth. She has been wanting to, she is almost 7. She had to have a little help from the best tooth puller, Papa. She cried a little but afterwards she was thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SrGW5IWKqAI/AAAAAAAAB2o/NwZbBuu7Nb4/s1600-h/IMG_0750-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382248937921619970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SrGW5IWKqAI/AAAAAAAAB2o/NwZbBuu7Nb4/s400/IMG_0750-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been SO busy these past few months. I have 600 pictures on my camera to prove it! So when I get in my house (all the way) I will have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; to blog about. For some reason my Mom's computer won't let me download them. It did download these few random pictures though. We have had lots and lots of fun. We celebrated both Luke's and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron's&lt;/span&gt; birthday, our 12&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary, haircuts, playing with cousins, the first day of school, first steps, first teeth, first missing teeth, family reunion, football practices and games and of course the process of building our new beautiful house. It is finally finished and I promise to post pictures as soon as I can. We couldn't be happier with it. Luke has been gone to Texas this whole week so we haven't got much moved in. So we are still here at my parents house for the rest of this week. The kids have been so helpful. It is so much fun to see the joy on their little faces when they see all of our stuff that has been in storage for so long. It is like Christmas at our house. I just haven't had the time to sit down and write about it. Plus not having pictures to go along with it isn't any fun! So here are a few pictures that really don't make any sense but it's all I've got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; of course did this too the poor little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt;. She didn't seem to mind too much. I could just hear him laughing hysterically and when I went to see why, this is the mess that I found.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381910692316123938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SrBjQpRhEyI/AAAAAAAAB1w/bgAsAyeTvNU/s400/IMG_1142-1.JPG" /&gt;I must say this is a first for me. Out of all 5 kids she is the only one who got her teeth in this order. She is the cutest little thing ever. Looks like she could be either a bat or vampire for Halloween? We all laugh and laugh at her when she crinkles her nose and shows off her teeth. It is too funny!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381917809519257058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SrBpu66-ZeI/AAAAAAAAB2I/y6EuHLVcHSI/s400/IMG_1176-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; walked up to me and said, "look Mom, I have a mustache! It was pretty clever, I'd say! He reminds me a little bit of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; in these pictures. What a monster though!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381923260576416434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SrBusNsRwrI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/FnJFAfggAAA/s400/IMG_1149-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381914888007749330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SrBnE3cWjtI/AAAAAAAAB2A/Ip18RrtBfbo/s400/IMG_1150-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381913066194285218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SrBla0qLMqI/AAAAAAAAB14/gvO7FvA8_LU/s400/IMG_1151-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; got an electric guitar for his 11&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday! He was so excited. He will be starting lessons soon and he can't wait. I still can't believe that he is 11. Makes me a little sad to think about it. He is such a sweet kid and I am so lucky to have this handsome little guy as mine. Plus he is a total mama's boy and isn't afraid to show it. I love it!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381908527190019410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SrBhSnjOjVI/AAAAAAAAB1o/RMFaXN4l1OU/s400/IMG_1021.JPG" /&gt; I wish that I had more to share, well I do but they will just have to wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-2525775363587715734?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/2525775363587715734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=2525775363587715734&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/2525775363587715734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/2525775363587715734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-picture-overload.html' title='Random picture overload'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SrGwWRzr1tI/AAAAAAAAB24/P2b1DwAWLfA/s72-c/IMG_1271-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-3863590092899248815</id><published>2009-07-27T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:29:52.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is one</title><content type='html'>Bare with this post because for some reason my pictures won't arrange and so they are so random. Of course I didn't get to many pictures of her because I was too busy filming it instead. She wasn't too sure about all the attention but she liked it. We had been singing happy birthday to her all day and that part she loved. She would do a little head bobbin' to it. It didn't take her too long to figure out her cake. She loved every bite. I noticed that because she is #5 that it wasn't too exciting for anyone else except Luke and I. I think that is probably the only thing about being the last baby that stinks. Everything has already been done 4 times before so it just isn't that exciting to anyone. I think the best thing about being the baby (besides being spoiled rotten) is that she gets 4 times the love and attention than the others did. She gets laughed at four times as much, she gets four times the kisses, four times the playing, she gets pushed in the swing four times more, she gets four times the treats. She gets four times everything! She never has to cry because she gets whatever she wants from any of the other four. I would say we are all lucky to have this bonus in our family.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/Sm4XNKrE-EI/AAAAAAAAB1g/by7ijgTm2jw/s1600-h/IMG_0805-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363249721215612994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/Sm4XNKrE-EI/AAAAAAAAB1g/by7ijgTm2jw/s400/IMG_0805-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/Sm4UuKMEzxI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/eZtEGcYlIVw/s1600-h/IMG_0832-1_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363246989486378770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/Sm4UuKMEzxI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/eZtEGcYlIVw/s400/IMG_0832-1_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362908074591132114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/Smzget0UGdI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/4-66U7fmJEY/s400/IMG_0821-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362894179682874194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SmzT17QB81I/AAAAAAAAB04/XF8LZad8lTs/s400/IMG_0672-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360319337058011394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SmOuCXAACQI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/cTBcziwXs2U/s400/IMG_0799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali turned one on Tues. July 21st! I honestly can't believe how fast this past year has gone by. It seems like it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; when the Dr. told me I was 3 months pregnant. I was in shock and couldn't believe that I was going to have another baby! I WAS DONE! It took some time getting use to the idea. As soon as it sank in, which took awhile, we were all SO excited. We are so blessed to have this sweet little girl in our family. We are thankful that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; secretly prayed her here. She has got to be the best and easiest baby ever (next to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;). She just hangs out and loves more than anything to be with her brothers and sisters. A few things about our little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;she walks all over the place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she clicks her tongue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she waves to everyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she loves to take baths&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she sucks her two little fingers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she is the best sleeper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she loves the stairs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she crinkles her nose when she smiles big&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;weighs almost 15 lbs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;almost wears a size 1 shoe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves to eat and eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dances &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whenver&lt;/span&gt; she hears any kind of music &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gives huge open mouth kisses to anyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she is so cute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't imagine our lives without her. I can't get enough of her. She is always so excited to see me, even if I just left the room for 5 seconds. The kids always want her and she is so entertained with all of them. She especially loves her crazy brother &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt;. I am so glad that they are so close. He needs her as much as she needs him. I love that she is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tiniest&lt;/span&gt; little thing. It makes her being my baby last that much longer. She can't get close enough to me for a snuggle. I am thankful everyday of my life for her. She is one of the greatest 6 blessings in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SmzOhbikKSI/AAAAAAAAB0g/SAYgDTHiO3Y/s1600-h/IMG_0807-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362888330015156514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SmzOhbikKSI/AAAAAAAAB0g/SAYgDTHiO3Y/s400/IMG_0807-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SmOoY6fMXBI/AAAAAAAAB0I/tiCbb0f_qU0/s1600-h/IMG_0810-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360313127471438866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SmOoY6fMXBI/AAAAAAAAB0I/tiCbb0f_qU0/s400/IMG_0810-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday little bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-3863590092899248815?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3863590092899248815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=3863590092899248815&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/3863590092899248815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/3863590092899248815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-baby-is-one.html' title='My baby is one'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/Sm4XNKrE-EI/AAAAAAAAB1g/by7ijgTm2jw/s72-c/IMG_0805-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-2799085301440763840</id><published>2009-06-25T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:28:06.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we've been doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A &lt;em&gt;few&lt;/em&gt; of our family pictures&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351495830204576114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SkRVGqhT8XI/AAAAAAAABzI/bXn45U5IJVM/s400/-13.jpg" /&gt;All the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351409334064949922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SkQGb7SmqqI/AAAAAAAABy4/UKniVgl6mC8/s400/-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351327227916120626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SkO7wuDQ8jI/AAAAAAAAByw/tZONAjerfD4/s400/-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351296618064911794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SkOf6_eCHbI/AAAAAAAAByg/aWvAVjWWAFE/s400/-6.jpg" /&gt;It was so hot outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is Summer and we are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; busy! We went to Phoenix for a few days with Luke's family and we had a blast. We missed our yearly trip to San Diego but we are already planning for next summer. So instead we went and stayed at a really nice water resort and had a wonderful time. It was fun to go and relax and enjoy each other. We got family pictures, ate good food and got lots of sun. The kids loved the huge water slides (so did Luke and I) and the little ones loved the water. Then this past week we went to the lake with my family. My brother Nate has an awesome boat and he gets these really nice houses right on the lake. So we all went and had more fun. The kids fished and fished and fished. They even went night fishing until 1 in the morning. Then got up the next morning at 5 to do it again. I am glad my brothers let them tag along because I am not crazy about fishing. We all had a great time on the boat (especially &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). It is so fun to see everyone and have a good time together. I just wanted to give a little update on everyone since I am such a slacker and too busy to sit down and write about the things we have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Luke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has been gone since June 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He was asked to go help with the rainbow people. Anyone who knows about the rainbows know that he is in for quiet a time. They gathered in New Mexico this year. By the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of July there should be 20,000+ of them there. He has been busy non-stop since he got there. He won't be home until the 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of July. We miss him terribly but we don't have to much time left. We missed him when we went to Roosevelt too! He is so smart and good at what he does. They need him there. Chasing hippies is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of work:) They do some pretty crazy things. He loves his job though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;have just been busy doing the normal things that you do with 5 kids and no husband. I turned the big 30! Luke got me an amazing camera and I couldn't be happier with it. I love watching my house go up (pictures to come later). It is going to be absolutely beautiful. All I can say is my Dad is amazing (he's building it) and I love him! It is so fun to see my kids so excited about it too. I just love summer! It is my favorite time of year. After 1 1/2 years I finally changed my cell phone number from Nevada to Arizona. I still haven't changed my license, and it just expired (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sshhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) so I now have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; made the baseball all-star team and is loving it! He is an amazing little pitcher and is learning all kinds of new things. The games start next week so we'll see how it goes. He is super competitive and loves to play. He is such a homebody and he has friends calling him all the time to go play but he rather hang out with me. He screens his calls (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teeheehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). He is such a good brother. He loves Kali. He is very sweet with the little ones. He teases &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relentlessly&lt;/span&gt; but I guess that is normal, right? He also has started the braces process. His teeth are super crowded so it is going to take awhile before he even gets braces but they are doing all kinds of work on his mouth. He has to have 4 teeth pulled and a bridge put in on the top of his mouth. The dentist said, "It is a good thing he is already cute but he is going to be a lady killer when he is all done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loves hats and is trying to earn a new Boston Red &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hat. He doesn't like the cheap ones, he likes the $40 ones. So he has been trying to earn money for this certain one. It is kinda funny. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I ask him to help out he says, "can I earn money for that?" So he has been working all month to earn money for this hat. He is usually really helpful anyway but lately he has been extra helpful. He loves one on one time and he is really tenderhearted. He misses Luke terribly and has to talk to him everyday. He also loves Kali and has been paying extra attention to her lately. He is always worried about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because he is always into something. He is an amazing little babysitter. He is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyron's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; biggest fan and is excited for all-stars next year. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loves to watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wipeout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! He laughs and laughs. That show is a family favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is doing hip hop dance right now. She is still so deathly shy. So I really like it when she does something and she likes it. She wouldn't do anything if I didn't make her. She has gotten &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; better though. She is sweet and plays with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ALL day! He will do anything she tells him to do. She likes to pretend that he is her dog and he does it! She has a tender spot for animals. She begs for a real dog everyday of her life. She likes to play house and school or anything where she can be the boss. She loves to swim and loves to ride the tube fast on Uncle Nate's boat. She is just a little mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is wild! He is so entertaining and keeps us laughing all day everyday. 2 weeks ago we went to two emergency rooms trying to get a rock out of his ear. They had to eventually send us to a specialist and he had to go to a surgery center to have it removed (LONG story). Will he ever learn? Probably not, but I am okay with that. He is just going to be our child that we spend lots of time in the ER with. Good thing I have good insurance. He is such a good boy but super busy. He loves &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He plays so good with Kali too! Whenever he is tired he says, "I wanna hold you." He loves horses and would ride one all day if he could. He is going to be our little cowboy, but he doesn't like boots. He rather be barefoot. His feet look so sad. They feel like leather. Oh, well! Last night he walked up to me with his hand down his pants and said, "Mom, I have a hole in my butt!" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; on the floor laughing. I just hope he doesn't put anything in that hole! He has a thing for putting things in the holes of his body! Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is 11 months and is sweet as can be. She is weighing in at 15 1/2 pounds. She is just teeny tiny and petite. She loves to jump and clap her hands. She tries to follow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everywhere. She adores &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She loves to be popped on the tramp. Yes, popped! She giggles so hard. She also likes to wrestle with the boys, mostly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. There is just something about him that she loves. Whenever she sees him she is all smiles. She isn't walking yet but is very close. She is a great sleeper, as long as she has her bed. She loves to eat. Her favorite is oatmeal and waffles. Anytime she hears the bath water she crawls as fast as she can to the bathroom. She loves baths. She is a total mommy's girl. She just can't get close enough to me, and I love it. She loves to snuggle. She loves to suck her two little fingers when she is tired or sad. We are all crazy about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is about all that we have been doing. We are excited about the 4th of July. We miss Luke but he will be home soon. I am really going to try harder not to neglect my blog. We'll see how it goes:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-2799085301440763840?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/2799085301440763840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=2799085301440763840&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/2799085301440763840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/2799085301440763840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-weve-been-doing.html' title='What we&apos;ve been doing'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SkRVGqhT8XI/AAAAAAAABzI/bXn45U5IJVM/s72-c/-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-3779882720928973253</id><published>2009-06-07T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:57:39.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Secs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SivjTP-3MvI/AAAAAAAAByY/ZwHX8IaZHTY/s1600-h/IMG_0529-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344615302652441330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SivjTP-3MvI/AAAAAAAAByY/ZwHX8IaZHTY/s400/IMG_0529-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A funny little story about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I just had to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; needs something or needs me and I am busy I tell him just a second or in a sec and hold up one finger (so I guess this is what I do). So the other day he was asking me for something over and over and I just kept telling in a sec over and over. Finally he holds up one finger and says, "NO MORE SECS MOM! (say it and think about what you just said) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; got my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously he makes us laugh all the time. Look at his sweet little innocent face and those super duper blue eyes and long eyelashes. Don't let them fool you because he is the biggest little stinker ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-3779882720928973253?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3779882720928973253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=3779882720928973253&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/3779882720928973253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/3779882720928973253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-more-secs.html' title='No More Secs'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SivjTP-3MvI/AAAAAAAAByY/ZwHX8IaZHTY/s72-c/IMG_0529-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-8539260357703765310</id><published>2009-05-24T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:00:24.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way too long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/Shl8s0As4rI/AAAAAAAAByA/jPLQ--2QHx4/s1600-h/kali+in+hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been way to long since I have done a post. It isn't that I don't have anything to blog about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; believe me when you have 5 kids there are plenty things that are blog worthy. I have at least kept up on my book so that is nice to know. Between the 4 baseball games a week, starting our new house (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yippie&lt;/span&gt;), seeing family, saving our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;turtle&lt;/span&gt;, pushing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; in the swing ALL day, watching Kali try to walk (yes walk), laundry, cleaning, end of school programs, making 2 quilts, remodeling my parents bathrooms and so many other things that I can't think straight I just haven't had time to get on the computer. I know that if I do sit down at the computer I will check out all the blogs that I so love to read and then I won't even getting around to a post of my own. I still have been trying to check in on everyone, and even though I don't leave a comment I do love to see what you are all up to. Hopefully things will slow down soon but I actually don't see that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;happening&lt;/span&gt; for sometime. Did I mention we started out house!!! HUGE SMILE on my face right now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This last week was a rough week but ended great and we have so much to be thankful for. First of all my WHOLE family was in town. Daniel and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chelsee&lt;/span&gt; blessed their sweet baby Layne and so everyone made the trip for it. My brother Daniel gave Layne and amazing blessing and I just love the feeling when a baby is being blessed. She is so sweet and I was dying to see her. I haven't seen everyone in...way to long so it was so much fun to see everyone. I just loved it! Amanda brought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kason's&lt;/span&gt; friend, Kyle from Vegas for the weekend and they had so much fun seeing each other. It is funny how they act like they just saw each other yesterday and they didn't even skip a beat. Good little buddies they are. We sure enjoyed having him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kali started feeling yucky last weekend. By Monday she was really not doing too good so I took her to the Dr. I honestly thought she probably had an ear infection or something that was just not making her feel good. She ended up being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;admitted&lt;/span&gt; to the hospital. We got there Monday and were released Wednesday. She was super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lethargic&lt;/span&gt; and had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; NO energy. Was was really dehydrated. She was throwing up and had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; really bad. The Dr. said he had never seen a baby so weak. She couldn't even lift her head up off the pillow. She couldn't even put up a fight when they put the IV in her teeny tiny little hand. She just looked at me and said Ma ma ma ma! So sad. They thought she would only need to be in there for 24 hrs. to get hydrated. She ended up having to stay for over 48 hrs. She just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; on me and slept for a good 23 hours a day for 3 days. They ran the IV and antibiotics and that got her feeling better by the time we left. I went crazy sitting in the hospital all day. But there was nowhere else I would have rather been. She is such a sweet little baby. She had all the nurses just loving her. I couldn't have done it without the help of my family. What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lifesavers&lt;/span&gt; they are. My Mom kept all my laundry up and when there are so many of us that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of laundry. It is so nice not to worry about my kids because I knew they were in great hands. Mom, Dad, Shana, Sandy and Roger, I love you! Thanks for all your help! We are so happy that Kali is feeling more like herself. She is such a tough little thing. I snapped a few pictures with my cell phone of her in the hospital.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339435700899248018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/Shl8ev0jd5I/AAAAAAAABx4/1ncsIJtaan4/s400/kali+in+hospital.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339437275035536482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/Shl96X75DGI/AAAAAAAAByQ/2IKbQJvjBvY/s400/Kali+in+hospital+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top off our weekend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt;, Mom, Kali and I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Phx&lt;/span&gt;. I wouldn't have gone (believe me I thought about not going)but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; and I had tickets to Taylor Swift and she had been waiting for this concert for 3 months. We bought our tickets that long ago and she was so excited about having a girls weekend. So we went! I don't know what my favorite part of the night was so here is a list of things that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; did that just stole my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;waking up at 5 am that morning with pure excitement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saying this is going to be the best night of my life a million times &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;looking in every store in the mall for the perfect dress to wear to the concert&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting her paper and pen ready for an autograph from Taylor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching her get ready&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;putting lip gloss and blush on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching her twirl in her dress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paint her fingers and toes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tell me she had butterflies in her tummy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fix her hair just perfect&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;practice singing loud like we were at the concert &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fall asleep on the way to the concert&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wake up ready to have a good time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;run into the concert as fast as her feet would go...in the rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tell me "hurry hurry Mom"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scream with excitement (she just doesn't do that, she is so quiet)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;smile as big as her lips will smile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dance dance dance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sing every word and twirl her glow stick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scream this is the best night ever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tell me I am the best Mom ever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tell me she missed Kooper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fall asleep just before the concert was over (her eyes just needed a little rest)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2 tickets to Taylor Swift $100 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;+ 1 Taylor Swift shirt $25 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;+ 1 glow stick $5 + &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1 cotton candy $5 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;+ 1 orange crush $5.75 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;+ time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt;=&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; PRICELESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339168206898465730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/ShiJMjA-C8I/AAAAAAAABxw/FVluJOWqK18/s400/IMG_0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(she did her own make-up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to end a crazy week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; and I had a wonderful time and we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; going to go every year. I don't think I have honestly ever seen her so happy! She was one happy little girl. I loved every minute of it. Best of all Kali slept for my Mom the whole time we were there. I was worried because she had been so sick and clingy all week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-8539260357703765310?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8539260357703765310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=8539260357703765310&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/8539260357703765310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/8539260357703765310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-too-long.html' title='Way too long'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/Shl8ev0jd5I/AAAAAAAABx4/1ncsIJtaan4/s72-c/kali+in+hospital.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-3385200048079318278</id><published>2009-04-17T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:49:45.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My pretty boy with a black eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/Sei_oWSXKeI/AAAAAAAABxo/j49nzb63z9w/s1600-h/IMG_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325717259263879650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/Sei_oWSXKeI/AAAAAAAABxo/j49nzb63z9w/s400/IMG_0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; is the one child of mine that gets a black eye. Two days before this happened he fell and split his bottom lip open and underneath his upper lip.(might explain his why he has chipped teeth)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't actually see how he hit his eye but he says he hit the ottoman (which is soft).&lt;br /&gt;He must have hit the ottoman and bounced off and hit something else, because he really hit it hard!&lt;br /&gt;I should have gotten pictures right after he did it because it is almost 2 weeks old here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/Sei9i1ut9rI/AAAAAAAABxg/aA1AyUYGYDM/s1600-h/IMG_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325714965601842866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/Sei9i1ut9rI/AAAAAAAABxg/aA1AyUYGYDM/s400/IMG_0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/Sei82qBFs7I/AAAAAAAABxY/lB-CZjoxLxI/s1600-h/IMG_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325714206543426482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/Sei82qBFs7I/AAAAAAAABxY/lB-CZjoxLxI/s400/IMG_0342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have just came to the understanding that he is always going to get hurt and look like he got beat up!  I must say though that he doesn't cry much and he is one tough little dude.  Having older brothers has probably contributed to his crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dare devilish&lt;/span&gt; little stunts.  He can totally hang with them...if they let him:)&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/4235961003988129881-3385200048079318278?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3385200048079318278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=3385200048079318278&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/3385200048079318278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/3385200048079318278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-pretty-boy-with-black-eye.html' title='My pretty boy with a black eye'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/Sei_oWSXKeI/AAAAAAAABxo/j49nzb63z9w/s72-c/IMG_0327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-219023691933688029</id><published>2009-04-15T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:36:30.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kason's 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(yesterday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325012819438956434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SeY-8jcPb5I/AAAAAAAABxA/NqWsOQGb-oc/s400/IMG_0384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet is this boy!!! On the outside he looks like a little rowdy punk, long haired skater. His baggy shorts or pants and long hair is definitely deceiving and masking the ever so sweet personality that lies beneath. He has one of the biggest hearts I have ever seen. His emotions are real, his desires to be good are true. Anyone that knows him, knows how genuine he really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324985161574023154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SeYlyp3Yf_I/AAAAAAAABw4/Eq-d_XBExkQ/s400/IMG_0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9 things about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; that I love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;His big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chicklet&lt;/span&gt; teeth (he is going to have the best smile when he grows into his teeth)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to try and be just like his Dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves to be tucked in every night and always gives the biggest hugs (no kisses though)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Competitive- Always tries his hardest in everything he does&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SO sensitive (he has the biggest crocodile tears I've ever seen)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nice to everyone- very loyal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can be quite the stinker (to say the least)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves life and all the new adventures it brings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love everything about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;. He is such a special part of our family. What would I do if I couldn't love on this boy everyday. I am the luckiest Mom in the world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-219023691933688029?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/219023691933688029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=219023691933688029&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/219023691933688029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/219023691933688029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2009/04/kasons-9.html' title='Kason&apos;s 9'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SeY-8jcPb5I/AAAAAAAABxA/NqWsOQGb-oc/s72-c/IMG_0384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-5762994583142112627</id><published>2009-04-01T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:21:21.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I am doing a post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had such a FUN time in Mesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hadn't been down there in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LoNg&lt;/span&gt; time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The concert was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids were all so happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was just a great weekend and so fun to spend time with family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is all of us that went to the concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had PERFECT seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was just held in a small little joint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had front row seats on the balcony and could see perfectly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids went down closer to the stage a few times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their first concert was a hit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319768726755244306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SdOdeL16eRI/AAAAAAAABvg/xzka0lmcAtA/s400/CIMG4019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thriving Ivory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SdOehQBd7hI/AAAAAAAABwo/8v_PCi2eQKM/s1600-h/CIMG4063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319769878928682514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SdOehQBd7hI/AAAAAAAABwo/8v_PCi2eQKM/s400/CIMG4063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; State of Shock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SdOeZjcaNoI/AAAAAAAABwg/2Pjm82T-910/s1600-h/CIMG4045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319769746703005314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SdOeZjcaNoI/AAAAAAAABwg/2Pjm82T-910/s400/CIMG4045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Company of Thieves&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319769141175304882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SdOd2TrWwrI/AAAAAAAABv4/VeasbnIfD5U/s400/CIMG4029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Luke, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;, Shelbi, Jen and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SdOeSJNZZwI/AAAAAAAABwY/JoJv3HETzEU/s1600-h/CIMG4044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319769619401631490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SdOeSJNZZwI/AAAAAAAABwY/JoJv3HETzEU/s400/CIMG4044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim and Tori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SdOeL2CS1_I/AAAAAAAABwQ/0nOZDWbGhWI/s1600-h/CIMG4042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319769511175575538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SdOeL2CS1_I/AAAAAAAABwQ/0nOZDWbGhWI/s400/CIMG4042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amanda and Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SdOeG05MS4I/AAAAAAAABwI/c3ykYciuXSY/s1600-h/CIMG4037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319769424969616258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SdOeG05MS4I/AAAAAAAABwI/c3ykYciuXSY/s400/CIMG4037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Shelbi and Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SdOd-h3_EUI/AAAAAAAABwA/f_4GmJ55xsU/s1600-h/CIMG4035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319769282425327938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SdOd-h3_EUI/AAAAAAAABwA/f_4GmJ55xsU/s400/CIMG4035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319771644560538722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SdOgIBg5_GI/AAAAAAAABww/RY0kQ-dmMRo/s400/IMG_0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Shelbi, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319768888648993986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SdOdnm8ZDMI/AAAAAAAABvo/scFNqQ0We-U/s400/CIMG4018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-5762994583142112627?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/5762994583142112627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=5762994583142112627&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/5762994583142112627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/5762994583142112627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SdOdeL16eRI/AAAAAAAABvg/xzka0lmcAtA/s72-c/CIMG4019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-4521139116062874539</id><published>2009-03-18T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:08:13.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure what happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;to his front tooth!  He is so tough and he is always getting hurt by doing things he just isn't quite big enough to do. I went to brush his teeth and found half of his front tooth missing. I asked him what happened and he re-enacted himself hitting his face on the floor. So who knows.  I honestly haven't ever seen him cry very many times because he is hurt.  He is so tough!  Oh' well, I am just glad that it isn't a permanent tooth.  He is still as cute as can be.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/ScEM3j8q08I/AAAAAAAABuc/qj78K9sbhQM/s1600-h/IMG_7370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314543183955940290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/ScEM3j8q08I/AAAAAAAABuc/qj78K9sbhQM/s400/IMG_7370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves to help bake and it shows all over his sweet little face!&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/4235961003988129881-4521139116062874539?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/4521139116062874539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=4521139116062874539&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/4521139116062874539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/4521139116062874539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-sure-what-happened.html' title='Not sure what happened'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/ScEM3j8q08I/AAAAAAAABuc/qj78K9sbhQM/s72-c/IMG_7370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-1556484214139559395</id><published>2009-03-12T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:30:42.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; has been waiting for the daughter dance for 3 weeks. It was a cowboy theme so they got dressed up and went dancing. Although she wouldn't dance with him until the very last dance. She had so much fun seeing her friends and having some one on one with her dad. She was all smiles when she got home. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SblHJywmWpI/AAAAAAAABuE/jFicaTIT40I/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312355469030218386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SblHJywmWpI/AAAAAAAABuE/jFicaTIT40I/s400/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am the Activity Days leader now and so we did a fun and easy little project yesterday. They made these cute little lanterns. The girls thought it was so much fun. In case you ever need something fun for your kids to do here are the instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(These pictures aren't very good. They are much cuter in person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312357042856808418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SblIlZuGT-I/AAAAAAAABuM/Glb2dG5N228/s400/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with a pint-size canning jar. Apply with a glue stick to the undersides of 3-4 11-by1/2 in. strips of cotton fabric. Wind 24-gauge wire three times around the neck of the jar, then twist together the wire ends and trim. Cut three 12-inch wire lengths, loop one end of each around the neck wire, and twist to secure them. Thread on beads. Holding the three wires together, slide on a large bead, then twist the wires into a single strand. Wrap the strand around a fat marker (I used my finger) to make a loop, twist the end around the strand and trim. Put flat glass marbles and a tea light in the inside of the jar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tip: use an uncooked spaghetti strand as a "match" to light the candle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hang outside and enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-1556484214139559395?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1556484214139559395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=1556484214139559395&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/1556484214139559395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/1556484214139559395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2009/03/daddy-daughter.html' title='Daddy daughter'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SblHJywmWpI/AAAAAAAABuE/jFicaTIT40I/s72-c/IMG_0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-5143028375700266464</id><published>2009-02-27T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:37:03.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SageGH1CSVI/AAAAAAAABtE/iriz9UX-ycI/s1600-h/IMG_7333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307525251385674066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SageGH1CSVI/AAAAAAAABtE/iriz9UX-ycI/s400/IMG_7333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is official, Kali loves these two fingers! For awhile she went back and forth between her thumb and these fingers. Then about a month ago she made a choice. She is such a good good baby. She can soothe herself and when she is really tired she just wants to lay on her belly and suck her little fingers. She takes after me because when I was a baby I sucked the same ones.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307530906931124034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SagjPUYJV0I/AAAAAAAABtc/tmeiwa_00_w/s400/IMG_7344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few other pictures of her just because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think she is the cutest little thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307527684512094706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SaggTv7lGfI/AAAAAAAABtM/KVjZqDPY72M/s400/IMG_6228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307529914236962210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SagiViTahaI/AAAAAAAABtU/6JFaaJMxSig/s400/IMG_6233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-5143028375700266464?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/5143028375700266464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=5143028375700266464&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/5143028375700266464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/5143028375700266464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SageGH1CSVI/AAAAAAAABtE/iriz9UX-ycI/s72-c/IMG_7333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-4170237404855265950</id><published>2009-02-26T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:44:14.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanda's 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;22 things about Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is the "baby" of the family and my only sister&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves Disney movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She gets picked on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; (and handles it great)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has big dimples&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is funny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She always sticks her foot in her mouth...always&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is emotional (she misses us)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is great with kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has great shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is thoughtful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves to eat...sweets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She always is doing kind things for others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves to talk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She likes to fart and burp (sorry but you do)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has big boobs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has an amazing husband (we all love him because he married her)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is a bit of an airhead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She tries hard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She laughs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is so much fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is spoiled&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What would I do without her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She is the best little sister ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She always keeps us laughing and is just super sweet! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SabclvsmPII/AAAAAAAABs8/-lemRXMIYp4/s1600-h/Linde+and+Amanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307171751919500418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SabclvsmPII/AAAAAAAABs8/-lemRXMIYp4/s400/Linde+and+Amanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-4170237404855265950?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/4170237404855265950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=4170237404855265950&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/4170237404855265950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/4170237404855265950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2009/02/amandas-22.html' title='Amanda&apos;s 22'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SabclvsmPII/AAAAAAAABs8/-lemRXMIYp4/s72-c/Linde+and+Amanda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-261417440557489086</id><published>2009-02-12T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:05:26.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only candy</title><content type='html'>The kids went and picked out their cards and treats for the Valentine's party at school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; informed us that he is ONLY going to give candy away. He will not even be writing his name on it either. He doesn't want anyone to know that they are from him. When I asked him why he only wanted to give candy and no cards he said, "because someone really might think that I want them to be mine, or that I think they are sweet or something like that. They might take it serious and I don't want anyone to think that I like them." &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to just laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so glad that he doesn't like girls....yet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(at least I don't think he does)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, "Mom you can just be my Valentine!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that he wants me to be his Valentine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it won't last forever so I better enjoy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301942627825355170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SZRIuqcICaI/AAAAAAAABs0/1mXAa8jNDKI/s400/kyron.jpg" border="0" /&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/4235961003988129881-261417440557489086?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/261417440557489086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=261417440557489086&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/261417440557489086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/261417440557489086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-candy.html' title='Only candy'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SZRIuqcICaI/AAAAAAAABs0/1mXAa8jNDKI/s72-c/kyron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-3729208425105020153</id><published>2009-02-09T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:35:17.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SZCQ7cQbS_I/AAAAAAAABsE/a7Cvsa1pvG8/s1600-h/IMG_6057+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend the boys wanted to walk to the park, all by themselves. This is just one of the perks to living in a small town. While we were living in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas and Flagstaff this would have never happened. The park is probably a little over a mile. Anyway, before they left I was giving them the stranger talk. It went down something like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Boys watch out for strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;: Mom, we know, we know (sigh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Okay, just checking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;: Mom, we live in a small town now and we don't have to worry about strangers anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I know, but you never know. You still have to be so careful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;: We are careful Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;: A stranger might pull up in a car and say, "so you want some candy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;: And we'll say no way and just keep walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: That's right, never ever go near a strangers car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;: They might say we have a puppy, come see it and we'll say no way and run home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;: No, I'd say, oh yeah show me your puppy first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;KASON&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;: giggle giggle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Kason needs a little more work on stranger danger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gave me a good laugh that's for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-3729208425105020153?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3729208425105020153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=3729208425105020153&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/3729208425105020153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/3729208425105020153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2009/02/strangers.html' title='Strangers'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-8377731615530186742</id><published>2009-02-02T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:21:22.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little piggies and a turtle named Squirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; loves to get Kali all dressed up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She even loves to paint her little piggies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't they SO cute?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298251366225860162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SYcri9ae1kI/AAAAAAAABrs/q_z81MXubkw/s400/IMG_7330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We have a new tiny pet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His name is Squirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We bought him off the side of the road in New Mexico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not sure if he is legal or not but the kids are sure loving him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SYc4gP3PlZI/AAAAAAAABr8/f0r4D8iPKSU/s1600-h/IMG_7323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298265613289887122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SYc4gP3PlZI/AAAAAAAABr8/f0r4D8iPKSU/s400/IMG_7323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SYctE6sgURI/AAAAAAAABr0/uEjW2S9cXSU/s1600-h/IMG_7322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298253049123328274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SYctE6sgURI/AAAAAAAABr0/uEjW2S9cXSU/s400/IMG_7322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all hope he will survive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kooper&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/4235961003988129881-8377731615530186742?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8377731615530186742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=8377731615530186742&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/8377731615530186742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/8377731615530186742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-piggies-and-turtle-named-squirt.html' title='Little piggies and a turtle named Squirt'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SYcri9ae1kI/AAAAAAAABrs/q_z81MXubkw/s72-c/IMG_7330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-3575541749847104170</id><published>2009-01-29T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:25:32.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry RUN fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; is potty trained and has been for about 2 months. It took him a full month to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; potty trained (morning and night). Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; that he comes and tells me that he has to go potty I say, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, hurry run fast!" Well, he just takes off running...anywhere as fast as he can. His little arms get to pumping and his legs go as fast as they can possibly can go. He doesn't even know where he is running to but he just runs. We seriously laugh so hard over this. I guess I need to be more specific and say, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; hurry run fast to the bathroom."&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SYIqDLhmvJI/AAAAAAAABrk/Sh-Dkm5SjYY/s1600-h/IMG_7163+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296842345862839442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SYIqDLhmvJI/AAAAAAAABrk/Sh-Dkm5SjYY/s400/IMG_7163+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since he has been doing this for so long he now thinks that he is so funny and makes me chase him down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every time&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/4235961003988129881-3575541749847104170?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3575541749847104170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=3575541749847104170&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/3575541749847104170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/3575541749847104170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2009/01/hurry-run-fast.html' title='Hurry RUN fast'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SYIqDLhmvJI/AAAAAAAABrk/Sh-Dkm5SjYY/s72-c/IMG_7163+073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-7570207274098769762</id><published>2009-01-26T10:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:28:16.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half a year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe that our little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; is 6 months old! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Time passes so quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is just the sweetest little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She never makes a peep unless it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I so deserve her after having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids love to sit around and watch her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She gets more snuggles and kisses than anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She makes our life just that much better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SX4JMFenijI/AAAAAAAABrc/qwhSA10KAfo/s1600-h/IMG_5983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295680315067959858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SX4JMFenijI/AAAAAAAABrc/qwhSA10KAfo/s400/IMG_5983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kali loves to sleep and play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves her little saucer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves attention from all her siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She lights up when she sees them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She rolls all over the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She sits up with help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love her hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SX4H-DonkUI/AAAAAAAABrU/XGgoP8eGVeg/s1600-h/IMG_5956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295678974543237442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SX4H-DonkUI/AAAAAAAABrU/XGgoP8eGVeg/s400/IMG_5956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kali &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; at 6 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 24 in.  (7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11.2 lbs (3rd percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seriously love that she is staying so little for so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is my baby and I love it!&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/4235961003988129881-7570207274098769762?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/7570207274098769762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=7570207274098769762&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/7570207274098769762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/7570207274098769762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2009/01/half-year.html' title='Half a year'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SX4JMFenijI/AAAAAAAABrc/qwhSA10KAfo/s72-c/IMG_5983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-878404638162943967</id><published>2009-01-19T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:46:32.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SXTuTJxAgwI/AAAAAAAABpk/TM34ToiKC8g/s1600-h/IMG_5830.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am playing catch up because I have just been totally slacking lately. I don't know what it is but I can not get myself to do a post. We haven't really had anything exciting happen but I do have lots of pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For New Years we all decided to take the kids sledding. It ended up being quiet memorable. We took my Dad's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Artic&lt;/span&gt; Cat out with us to pull the kids in sleds behind it. The kids were loving it until the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Artic&lt;/span&gt; Cat got stuck. Then to top it off, Luke's Dad, Roger got his car &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Montero&lt;/span&gt; stuck trying to pull the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Artci&lt;/span&gt; Cat out. It was really funny and we had a good laugh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; was the most excited about it. He didn't even know what sledding was. He just knew that he got to wear his winter clothes, boots, hat and gloves. He was ready to go. He was just happy! He was standing in the backseat of the truck looking out the window just waiting to get there. I turned around to check on him and he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt; standing up! I couldn't wake him up for anything. I took him out of the truck and walked him around and everything. He was out cold! When he did wake up he was on the couch and he never even knew he had missed a thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture is of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; sleeping, standing up in the backseat with his head against the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292324779747691954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SXIdWOTbzbI/AAAAAAAABnU/jkR7KD00wWc/s400/IMG_5771.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We moved him next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; and he just snuggled right up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292325838298323186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SXIeT1tkmPI/AAAAAAAABnc/TBx2y9K1cho/s400/IMG_5773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292445832285031794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SXKLcaJYjXI/AAAAAAAABo0/vAaPJFcEz0M/s400/IMG_5808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292445160038036082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SXKK1R1NcnI/AAAAAAAABos/l-VF23po_J4/s400/IMG_5786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292443074899986690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SXKI76FjyQI/AAAAAAAABok/65qEXCPQvTQ/s400/IMG_5813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292380674674909730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SXJQLvIj4iI/AAAAAAAABoU/DouXIiJsAzw/s400/IMG_7167+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292379405390754466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SXJPB2rosqI/AAAAAAAABoM/lpjBykIsEpc/s400/IMG_5782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292360574674314226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SXI95wy-o_I/AAAAAAAABoE/1Wc5fzvdVFQ/s400/IMG_5815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292359981555570466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SXI9XPQc1yI/AAAAAAAABn8/CUCh_cs-VnU/s400/IMG_5814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292330949289626066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SXIi9Vo2ydI/AAAAAAAABn0/bTH93NaYyPQ/s400/IMG_5791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292328054030744754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SXIgUz9WPLI/AAAAAAAABns/szz8fVUwa0c/s400/IMG_5779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I think this is my favorite picture of the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kason's&lt;/span&gt; smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is so real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was so happy to be sledding. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292327196182893762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SXIfi4Oe1MI/AAAAAAAABnk/czCms3ZIp7Y/s400/IMG_5777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; likes to lay on my parents bed and watch t.v.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He really wanted Kali to join him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here is the 2 of them hanging out in their pj's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293113909686771874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SXTrDoaPIKI/AAAAAAAABpU/XavWo-0cu5E/s400/IMG_5832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; sleeping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It is funny how I find him in such random sleeping positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293110252640084546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SXTnuw2XIkI/AAAAAAAABpM/oRadAg1CpPU/s400/IMG_5819.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Amanda and Kevin (and Kevin's Dad, Dennis) came to visit last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt;. Kevin is such a good sport. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; bugs him to death. She loves to play with him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293071915506500898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SXTE3P5chSI/AAAAAAAABpE/264KGr2Kg5s/s400/IMG_5852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kali is growing so fast. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She is still so tiny! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt; carrots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She didn't really know what to think.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293064412019436210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SXS-CfOuKrI/AAAAAAAABo8/w70HLNQE6AU/s400/IMG_5836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My boys in their Sunday best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love to see little boys in white shirts and ties.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think they look so handsome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; loves to wear a tie like the boys too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293115382152896674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SXTsZVxhIKI/AAAAAAAABpc/J0jWEk-ANxc/s400/IMG_5823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-878404638162943967?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/878404638162943967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=878404638162943967&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/878404638162943967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/878404638162943967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-playing-catch-up-because-i-have.html' title='Playing catch up'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SXIdWOTbzbI/AAAAAAAABnU/jkR7KD00wWc/s72-c/IMG_5771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-271006682992420845</id><published>2008-12-31T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:10:05.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been busy</title><content type='html'>This post is a little old, but I am going to post it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My computer was down for the last week and it is so sad that I feel so disconnected to the outside world. Luke finally got it up and running (thank you). This time of year is always busy crazy and so much fun. A little news some of you already know, we are moving. Yes, again. We are heading back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eagar&lt;/span&gt;. This has really been a blessing to us in so many ways. We weren't too sure about it at first but the more the idea was talked about the more we knew it was what we were suppose to do. I won't go into much detail but things just work out the way they are suppose to. My kids are thrilled to be living close to their grandparents. The older my kids get, the more great influences in their lives they need. I am truly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for this chance. We will be building a house and that is super exciting to us. Luke's job remains exactly the same and so does mine:) So this Christmas has been crazy! We are moving the day after Christmas so you can imagine how busy we have been. We have pretty much everything packed up except Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since this post lots has happened. We have moved and are trying to get situated. Finding a place for everything just takes time. We had a wonderful Christmas. The older 3 all got Nintendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;'. Santa must have thought they were pretty good this year. They have all been such great helpers in this move. I haven't yet down loaded Christmas pictures, that will have to wait. But I had a few on here from before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; has been giving Kali &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of extra attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves to hold her and she doesn't mind at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283538727800491938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SVLmesORT6I/AAAAAAAABnM/9TQN0TVOAoM/s400/IMG_5703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; continues playing in the snow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She loves her new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;beanie&lt;/span&gt; that I made for her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283537974115006962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SVLly0hpefI/AAAAAAAABnE/tUbXnDr8D6k/s400/IMG_5725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just thought this picture was funny. Kali loves Luke and lights up whenever he walks in the room. She is totally chilled out on him. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; snapped this picture)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283522785010421730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SVLX-ss6j-I/AAAAAAAABm8/stMeLKavLpA/s400/IMG_5710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I know I've said this before but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; is an amazing big brother. He will play and entertain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; anytime. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; was exhausted this day and had snuggled up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;. They both fell fast asleep. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; is so great with little kids and is just a natural. It is fun to see him take care of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; and Kali. He just knows what to do with them. He is really sweet and gives up anything for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Koop&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283515880507917282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SVLRszbPQ-I/AAAAAAAABm0/sOvzzTKwhLM/s400/IMG_5716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Since I have totally been slacking I will finish with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;entertaining&lt;/span&gt; story. Of course it is about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt;. Since my last post about him sticking objects up his nose, he has managed to stick a few more up there. I have somehow gotten everything out. He even put a button up his nose Christmas morning but the day after Christmas he wasn't so lucky. He found a red button somewhere and stuck it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;waaaaay&lt;/span&gt; up his nose. We tried everything, and I mean everything to get it out. During his nap he snored SO loud. His nose was pretty stuffy anyway but he was having to walk around with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; stuck out just so he could breath. He didn't complain about it much. He told me right after he did it and was in the process of sticking another one up the other side. He obviously didn't learn from the other 5 times I had to fight to get the other objects out. After 9 hours of waiting and trying I finally had to take him to the Emergency Room. It was the saddest thing. It was so far up there that the Doctor couldn't see it. He said, "are you sure he stuck something up there"? I said, "yes, it is a big red button." They had to find a long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; tool to fish out the HUGE red button. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wrapped&lt;/span&gt; him his a sheet and it took 3 of them to hold him down. It was really sad. They finally got it. It was so big! I don't know how he could even get it up there. The Dr. said, "it is as big as his nose!" It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; was. I am not sure what I am going to do with this little monster. He is such a bad boy! He had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; in the ER just thinking he was the cutest thing. They all loved him. He was so friendly to everyone and told them Thank you! One nurse just kissed him and gave him 2 baggies full of toys! What in the world? Now he is going to think he gets a treat for sticking things up his nose. Well, lets hope not. It has been 5 days and he hasn't stuck anything up his nose, yet!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283515553791429906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SVLRZyT9TRI/AAAAAAAABms/T6s5rgT9Jrw/s400/IMG_5722_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even if he is a bad boy, he is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lovable&lt;/span&gt; one at that. We are constantly laughing at this child. He also loves his new hat that I made him. He would play outside in the snow all day if he could. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-271006682992420845?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/271006682992420845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=271006682992420845&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/271006682992420845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/271006682992420845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='I&apos;ve been busy'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SVLmesORT6I/AAAAAAAABnM/9TQN0TVOAoM/s72-c/IMG_5703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-9193485245473861598</id><published>2008-12-17T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:16:26.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow days</title><content type='html'>This is what we woke up to yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;It snowed all day and all night.&lt;br /&gt;The kids haven't had school the last two days because of it!&lt;br /&gt;We are suppose to get even more tonight.&lt;br /&gt;If we do then school will be canceled again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The sun hasn't been out at all, so it just keeps getting deeper and deeper!&lt;br /&gt;The kids are loving it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280894530235569330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUmBmIr-lLI/AAAAAAAABlk/ssOaS7b6Fnc/s400/IMG_5656.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUmEHunv44I/AAAAAAAABmM/Bxp0XDClOQ0/s1600-h/IMG_5673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280897306377315202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUmEHunv44I/AAAAAAAABmM/Bxp0XDClOQ0/s200/IMG_5673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUmEiT9fu3I/AAAAAAAABmU/Mo9eqGyTRTY/s1600-h/IMG_5671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280897763077241714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUmEiT9fu3I/AAAAAAAABmU/Mo9eqGyTRTY/s200/IMG_5671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUmEy-hk2qI/AAAAAAAABmc/cbW4cp38dL0/s1600-h/IMG_5660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280898049380768418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUmEy-hk2qI/AAAAAAAABmc/cbW4cp38dL0/s200/IMG_5660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUmDu1BSrOI/AAAAAAAABmE/HIEZDZYYFT8/s1600-h/IMG_5670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280896878598335714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUmDu1BSrOI/AAAAAAAABmE/HIEZDZYYFT8/s200/IMG_5670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUmDBidLglI/AAAAAAAABl0/rOEnHEIaoIo/s1600-h/IMG_5686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280896100520919634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUmDBidLglI/AAAAAAAABl0/rOEnHEIaoIo/s200/IMG_5686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUmDVq4SnFI/AAAAAAAABl8/xyf6Lw6DE9Y/s1600-h/IMG_5679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280896446379498578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUmDVq4SnFI/AAAAAAAABl8/xyf6Lw6DE9Y/s200/IMG_5679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280895611434564498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUmClEd5-5I/AAAAAAAABls/qT_vxYss0z8/s400/IMG_5662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What better way to end the last few days of school before Christmas break but to not have any school at all! When I was little I remember listning to the radio in the mornings to see if school was going to be canceled after a big snow storm.  It didn't happen to often, but when it did we loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-9193485245473861598?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/9193485245473861598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=9193485245473861598&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/9193485245473861598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/9193485245473861598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-days.html' title='Snow days'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUmBmIr-lLI/AAAAAAAABlk/ssOaS7b6Fnc/s72-c/IMG_5656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-9109435224717244532</id><published>2008-12-15T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:08:14.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the world??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUaqm7WfZ6I/AAAAAAAABk8/rtLCNTVTGgo/s1600-h/IMG_5631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280095198882260898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUaqm7WfZ6I/AAAAAAAABk8/rtLCNTVTGgo/s400/IMG_5631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seriously.  I can't catch a break with him!  What was he thinking?&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/4235961003988129881-9109435224717244532?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/9109435224717244532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=9109435224717244532&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/9109435224717244532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/9109435224717244532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-in-world.html' title='What in the world??'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUaqm7WfZ6I/AAAAAAAABk8/rtLCNTVTGgo/s72-c/IMG_5631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-4055105644348866509</id><published>2008-12-14T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:07:12.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>This last week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; both got Character Counts Awards during an assembly.  I am very proud of both of them.  It is so funny to me that they both got one on the same day.  What are the chances?  Their teachers both had great things to say about them.  Makes me proud:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUWXWFogDvI/AAAAAAAABkk/5H17t2yt7bI/s1600-h/IMG_5611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279792543886741234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUWXWFogDvI/AAAAAAAABkk/5H17t2yt7bI/s400/IMG_5611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kali looks way too little to be in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bumbo&lt;/span&gt;, but she rather enjoys it...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279793646748712050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUWYWSHSPHI/AAAAAAAABks/UTyKDBTAblM/s400/IMG_5613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All I have to say about this picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kooper's&lt;/span&gt; hair is WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what it looks like every morning and after naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUWXDdGpKbI/AAAAAAAABkc/k6MBuIDh8NY/s1600-h/IMG_5612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279792223769668018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUWXDdGpKbI/AAAAAAAABkc/k6MBuIDh8NY/s400/IMG_5612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-4055105644348866509?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/4055105644348866509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=4055105644348866509&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/4055105644348866509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/4055105644348866509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/12/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUWXWFogDvI/AAAAAAAABkk/5H17t2yt7bI/s72-c/IMG_5611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-4303769838919247737</id><published>2008-12-11T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:58.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pac-Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUGI5luuSrI/AAAAAAAABkU/BwpmqN1LxeA/s1600-h/IMG_5608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278650761216936626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUGI5luuSrI/AAAAAAAABkU/BwpmqN1LxeA/s400/IMG_5608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kyron's&lt;/span&gt; birthday back in August, Uncle Tim got him a frog! My kids love Uncle Tim because he gets them things that I won't. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pac&lt;/span&gt;-Man eats just about anything. When it was warm outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; would just go get grasshoppers, crickets or worms for him. Now that it is cold outside and there are no living little creatures to be found anywhere, I have to buy him little creatures! I just think it is silly! But the kids all really enjoy him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; gets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kyron's&lt;/span&gt; stool and pulls it over to where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pac&lt;/span&gt;-Man is and checks him out. We hardly ever see him move and he only eats when it is dark and quiet. Sometimes in the middle of the night Luke and i can hear him croaking...a little creepy, I know.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUF8NzxwHoI/AAAAAAAABkM/T26tlK6zhTw/s1600-h/IMG_5609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278636814933958274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUF8NzxwHoI/AAAAAAAABkM/T26tlK6zhTw/s400/IMG_5609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are glad that he is still alive and that he is very low maintenance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-4303769838919247737?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/4303769838919247737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=4303769838919247737&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/4303769838919247737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/4303769838919247737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/12/pac-man.html' title='Pac-Man'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUGI5luuSrI/AAAAAAAABkU/BwpmqN1LxeA/s72-c/IMG_5608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-1485741948818558729</id><published>2008-12-10T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:56:02.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gingerbread house</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278262843885481410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUAoF1Dv7cI/AAAAAAAABj8/BojUad-l0cA/s400/IMG_5595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attempted to make a gingerbread house for FHE. What a fun mess it was! The kids all took a side and went to town with the decorations. Kooper ate more than he put on the little thing. The kids had a great time and even helped clean up. We had a great lesson on the true meaning of Christmas. We talked about all the different symbols and what they all represent. I feel more and more blessed every year when Christmas comes around. I am so thankful for Jesus Christ and his sacrifice. Because of him, I have my beautiful family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278264480447775522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUAplFumwyI/AAAAAAAABkE/ZOnj-jLSMIo/s400/IMG_5600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-1485741948818558729?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1485741948818558729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=1485741948818558729&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/1485741948818558729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/1485741948818558729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/12/gingerbread-house.html' title='gingerbread house'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SUAoF1Dv7cI/AAAAAAAABj8/BojUad-l0cA/s72-c/IMG_5595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-7172385948238137881</id><published>2008-12-09T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:41:46.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thankyouwelcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/ST6hhoeN-II/AAAAAAAABj0/KF39V0rhJTg/s1600-h/DSC01651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277833412496717954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/ST6hhoeN-II/AAAAAAAABj0/KF39V0rhJTg/s400/DSC01651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luke and I tend to be pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strict&lt;/span&gt; about our kids and their manners. I don't know how they always act in public, but we are trying to teach them at home. Hopefully it will rub off and they will continue using their best manners forever wherever they are. Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; might be the biggest monster we have had yet but he is a polite one. He always says thank you for everything. Even when it isn't necessary. Lately he has been giving us all a laugh. Whenever we give him food, a drink, a hug, a treat, turn on a movie for him or whatever it may be (you get the point) he says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thankyouwelcome&lt;/span&gt;. I guess he has heard us say your welcome enough after each thank you. Now he thinks he needs to say it all at once and in one breath. It is so cute. I am glad he is at least a nice grateful stinker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-7172385948238137881?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/7172385948238137881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=7172385948238137881&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/7172385948238137881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/7172385948238137881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/12/thankyouwelcome.html' title='thankyouwelcome'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/ST6hhoeN-II/AAAAAAAABj0/KF39V0rhJTg/s72-c/DSC01651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-2367584326530933270</id><published>2008-12-03T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:02:47.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So short</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; has been &lt;em&gt;dying&lt;/em&gt; to get her hair cut...short! I always hope that she is going to forget and not ask again but she never does. So finally over Thanksgiving she cut off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;! It might not look like too much but it was touching the top of her pants. So she thinks it is so short! She runs down the hall moving her head from side to side and she looks in the mirror every chance she gets to see how short it really is. I don't know why I don't want her to cut it off. I suppose it is because I would be sad. I just love her long hair and it is so easy for me to fix. I can't fix short hair very cute. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275670188930548050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/STbyFctSwVI/AAAAAAAABjs/T8FHOH97svY/s400/IMG_5569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I know it is still really long...but to her (and me) it is short!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/STbulQNwf-I/AAAAAAAABjk/Ef4yM-HCFDg/s1600-h/IMG_5566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275666337286356962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/STbulQNwf-I/AAAAAAAABjk/Ef4yM-HCFDg/s400/IMG_5566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning before school I told her to turn around so I could get a picture of how &lt;em&gt;short&lt;/em&gt; her hair was and Kooper had to copy her and get in the picture too! He was in the middle of one of his many baths that he will have today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-2367584326530933270?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/2367584326530933270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=2367584326530933270&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/2367584326530933270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/2367584326530933270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/12/haircut.html' title='So short'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/STbyFctSwVI/AAAAAAAABjs/T8FHOH97svY/s72-c/IMG_5569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-1802593866438928391</id><published>2008-12-02T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:07:40.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of thanks</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I guess I enjoyed it so much that I didn't take ONE picture. We spent Thanksgiving with my parents. It was such a quiet one. Daniel, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chelsee&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Camdyn&lt;/span&gt; were there too. I am so thankful for lots of things. Where do I begin??&lt;br /&gt;*Luke *sweet kids *health * siblings *roof over my head* a car that fits us all *Luke's great job *great parents and in-laws * a camera to catch priceless moments *messes *friends * laughter * testimony * books and scriptures&lt;br /&gt;* school *clothes * yummy food *excitement *gospel * most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;importantly&lt;/span&gt; being a Mom to 5 little stinkers and a wife to a wonderful husband. That is what I am most thankful for. I am so thankful that I get to do what I love everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is ONE thing that I am NOT so thankful for, and that is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; can get IN and OUT of his crib all by himself. I have been planning on leaving him in there until I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; had to take him out. Him sleeping all night and taking good naps is one of the things I &lt;em&gt;used&lt;/em&gt; to be SO grateful for! He used to take a 3 hour nap everyday and all though the only way to put him to bed at night was to lock him in his crib, he would fight it a little but eventually he would just crash. Well now he thinks it is so funny that he can get in and out by himself. It doesn't help that the other kids laugh at him when he does it. Last night he was up until 10:30! I just was not looking forward to this day. So on the bright side, I guess I should be grateful that he has two strong legs that allow him to get in and out of his crib. I am thankful for his laugh, as he thinks he is so clever. I am thankful for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pitter&lt;/span&gt; patter of his feet as he tries to run away from me! I am thankful that he is a healthy and happy 2 year old. I am thankful for his sweet little voice. I am thankful that he is all MINE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-1802593866438928391?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1802593866438928391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=1802593866438928391&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/1802593866438928391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/1802593866438928391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/12/lots-of-things.html' title='Lots of thanks'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-2491557463217343727</id><published>2008-11-21T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:34:56.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271193115165946754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SScKNdPzc4I/AAAAAAAABjE/FEO_XEayR64/s400/IMG_5467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look at that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt; little face. She loves to smile, so big! She is 4 months today. She is doing so good and getting too big too fast. She has turned into a great sleeper. Whenever she is fussy or tired I just lay her down on her belly, she finds her thumb and goes straight to sleep. I love it. She looks so much like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; did when she was a baby. I still can't believe that she sucks her thumb, just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt;! She loves to take baths and hates to get out of them. She talks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; and is on the verge of a belly laugh. She is just such a little peanut! She weighed in at 9 lbs. 2 oz. and is 223/4 in. long. She is still in the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;percentile&lt;/span&gt; for her weight. She has dropped off the charts in height. She did pretty good with the shots and just cried for a second. Shots are never fun. Today she was so happy, smiling and talking and then all the sudden crocodile tears of pain were rolling down her checks. Her little bottom lip was out as far as she could get it. Poor little thing. I'm glad that part is over. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SScJ4_QwDTI/AAAAAAAABi8/1HmFyFSXoI0/s1600-h/IMG_5462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271192763519470898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SScJ4_QwDTI/AAAAAAAABi8/1HmFyFSXoI0/s400/IMG_5462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271190596522200370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SScH62kVzTI/AAAAAAAABi0/gNosd0aWByg/s400/Jett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I AM SO BORED!! This is all I have heard from these 3 the last few days.  They have had early release since Wednesday.  I am sure I can find something for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; to do.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271195781615391666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SScMoqi5E7I/AAAAAAAABjc/jy73y1e9j5U/s400/IMG_5517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SScL_ZXgjnI/AAAAAAAABjM/P2PplHkLsSI/s1600-h/IMG_5514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271195072629608050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SScL_ZXgjnI/AAAAAAAABjM/P2PplHkLsSI/s400/IMG_5514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SScMRejhXsI/AAAAAAAABjU/lWyNCZRWiTk/s1600-h/IMG_5515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271195383259815618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SScMRejhXsI/AAAAAAAABjU/lWyNCZRWiTk/s400/IMG_5515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-2491557463217343727?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/2491557463217343727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=2491557463217343727&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/2491557463217343727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/2491557463217343727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/11/4-months.html' title='4 months'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SScKNdPzc4I/AAAAAAAABjE/FEO_XEayR64/s72-c/IMG_5467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-574646093636163358</id><published>2008-11-20T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:12:21.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little update on us</title><content type='html'>I haven't done very good blogging lately so I thought I'd do a little update on what we have been up to. A few weekends ago we had a visit from Papa, Nana, Aunt Shana and her new little baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt;. We had a fun day with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SSXKycIMFWI/AAAAAAAABiU/BHyH7BRQQ3A/s1600-h/IMG_5490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270841906799842658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SSXKycIMFWI/AAAAAAAABiU/BHyH7BRQQ3A/s400/IMG_5490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Papa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; with the 2 new little ones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kali and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SSXKfHS67kI/AAAAAAAABiM/S7QDCjjF5sw/s1600-h/IMG_5488_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270841574790196802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SSXKfHS67kI/AAAAAAAABiM/S7QDCjjF5sw/s400/IMG_5488_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nana and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SSXKIpeOuZI/AAAAAAAABiE/DX-Qd14E_Lw/s1600-h/IMG_5487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270841188827445650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SSXKIpeOuZI/AAAAAAAABiE/DX-Qd14E_Lw/s400/IMG_5487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Shana, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SSXJ2mu940I/AAAAAAAABh8/RKU1Y0QZl28/s1600-h/IMG_5483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270840878854693698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SSXJ2mu940I/AAAAAAAABh8/RKU1Y0QZl28/s400/IMG_5483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papa and his two little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;grandbabies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SSXJgRbzAYI/AAAAAAAABh0/QICVK5R220g/s1600-h/IMG_5479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270840495180022146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SSXJgRbzAYI/AAAAAAAABh0/QICVK5R220g/s400/IMG_5479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luke and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SSXJHFFV9aI/AAAAAAAABhs/0_Al2H0shW4/s1600-h/IMG_5477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270840062367888802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SSXJHFFV9aI/AAAAAAAABhs/0_Al2H0shW4/s400/IMG_5477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; doing his cute little smile in his big &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boy underwear waiting to help me cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SSXIhXDchLI/AAAAAAAABhk/a5Hqzp4U5K8/s1600-h/IMG_5475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270839414356739250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SSXIhXDchLI/AAAAAAAABhk/a5Hqzp4U5K8/s400/IMG_5475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He can fall asleep in the funniest positions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SSXIH_4yRiI/AAAAAAAABhc/e5cNN9lz9ws/s1600-h/IMG_5472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270838978641282594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SSXIH_4yRiI/AAAAAAAABhc/e5cNN9lz9ws/s400/IMG_5472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270844665792154466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SSXNTCLNy2I/AAAAAAAABik/-CMClUzcR1c/s400/IMG_5510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; is really into playing with ALL of his animals and building blocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will play forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gets so into it, and he is so serious about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270844091333336738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SSXMxmJj3qI/AAAAAAAABic/ANCPn2Fqeds/s400/IMG_5494_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potty training with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; is going pretty well. Better than I thought it would. It started out that he was getting a piece of candy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; he went and now he just goes. He doesn't initiate it himself yet, but he goes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; I put him on there. It is such a nice thought that maybe just maybe he will be completely potty trained really soon. He loves to show everyone and everything that he can go potty. He gives high fives to whoever after each time. He is so funny about it. Obviously he loves to be naked but because we are potty training and we are just home all day I don't care if he is dressed or not. As long as he goes in the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270845283965149074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SSXN3BDJH5I/AAAAAAAABis/v62gIJSIjAs/s400/koop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; ran into the book shelf the other night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is one tough kiddo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His whole forehead is just all bumps and bruises.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We found out that Kyron and Kason's teams both won on Sunday.  They were super excited about it.  I guess they were both really intense games.  Kyron's team won with a minute and a half to go. Kason's team won the Championship game with 45 seconds to go! We are happy it ended good and that the season is over!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-574646093636163358?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/574646093636163358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=574646093636163358&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/574646093636163358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/574646093636163358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-update-on-us.html' title='Little update on us'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SSXKycIMFWI/AAAAAAAABiU/BHyH7BRQQ3A/s72-c/IMG_5490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-6530166495425150872</id><published>2008-11-13T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:34:04.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard lesson to learn</title><content type='html'>As most of you know the boys have been playing football. They started in July and this weekend is the final game. They have worked super hard this season. They have been talking about this game all season! It is THE game. The games will be played in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NAU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sky dome&lt;/span&gt;. It is a pretty big deal for these little guys. Anyway, they were at practice last night and they found out that both of their games will be played on Sunday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kyron's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; coach has known that we would not be there if it was on a Sunday. So he put in a request weeks ago to play on Saturday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Obviously&lt;/span&gt; that request was not met. So he was great about understanding that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would not play in the last game. Also Luke takes stats for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kyron's&lt;/span&gt; team so they are losing Luke too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kason's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; coach on the other hand had no idea of our reasons for not being there on Sunday. So this was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kason's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; conversation with his coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach: Our game will be Sunday at 11 am so you need to be there at 10 am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Coach, I won't be there :(&lt;br /&gt;Coach: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Because it is on a Sunday. I go to church on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Coach: What time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Coach: Well dang it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to church at 1 pm but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; told me that he didn't want to tell him what time we went at because than his coach would have said, "our game is before church". I thought that was funny. He just didn't want to have to explain anymore. We go to church and that is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; bummed last night. I was super proud of them for not asking questions or asking to go. They just knew that Sunday is out of the question. I can only imagine how their little hearts must feel because it broke mine. To have worked so hard on something for 4 months and then not be there for the final game. Not only the final game but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is playing for the championship game. They are undefeated! He stood up for what we believe and that makes me prouder than anything he could do on the football field. I know it isn't easy but it is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kyron's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; team is no longer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;winless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They won &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; game, 31-0! It was very exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had to tell them that there &lt;strong&gt;will &lt;/strong&gt;be a next time. We are so proud of them and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Heavenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Father is even prouder! But what a tough lesson to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-6530166495425150872?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6530166495425150872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=6530166495425150872&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/6530166495425150872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/6530166495425150872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/11/hard-lesson-to-learn.html' title='Hard lesson to learn'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-845360984411271204</id><published>2008-11-05T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:29:39.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; (better late than never...his birthday was sunday)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SRHiupOGxlI/AAAAAAAABgk/1hHToOU9OLE/s1600-h/IMG_5455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265238730339698258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SRHiupOGxlI/AAAAAAAABgk/1hHToOU9OLE/s400/IMG_5455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;scared of spiders and bees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the worst sleeper of all &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; (chocolate milk)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cars and finding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nemo&lt;/span&gt; (at the moment)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has to give each kid a hug and kiss before they leave for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;school and at bedtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves when Dad comes home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drags a kitchen chair all over the house to get whatever it is he is after that is higher than him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves Kali and has never one time been mean to her (knock on wood)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he's FUNNY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves baths&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves to play outside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oves sports&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves to do whatever the other kids are doing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves to snuggle, he puts his feet in between our legs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rubs his feet together to put himself to sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hates to have me brush his teeth, he wants to do it all by himself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;happiest kid ever (he says i happy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;isn't shy...at allhe tells everyone he loves them, blows them kisses and says Rock On (with a funny little hand gesture)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves chips and gum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is always into something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is tough as nails...he hardly ever cries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves to play with animals, trains and cars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves the kids little pottery barn chairs..I think he needs his own&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ALL boy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a mess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves to wrestle and is kind of a bully&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265236288443152914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SRHgggcmehI/AAAAAAAABgU/8OaV0KdDfS8/s400/IMG_5459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What would we do without him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; the busiest kid I have ever had. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We just started the potty training and so far so good (sort of).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He didn't ahve any idea what a birthday was.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So it was funny when he finally realized the presents were for him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His favorite part was blowing out the candle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265238153529630194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SRHiNEb3nfI/AAAAAAAABgc/UPP_ZstYWVU/s400/IMG_5445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Koop&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-845360984411271204?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/845360984411271204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=845360984411271204&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/845360984411271204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/845360984411271204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/11/two.html' title='TWO'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SRHiupOGxlI/AAAAAAAABgk/1hHToOU9OLE/s72-c/IMG_5455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-1321943940489841010</id><published>2008-11-02T11:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:50:52.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time in Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't get as many pictures as I would have liked, but we had a blast in Vegas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We stayed with Daniel and Chelsee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kooper and Camdyn had so much fun together!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ4J8MSmeLI/AAAAAAAABfs/fo8Iq_7wuoM/s1600-h/IMG_5416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264155944138733746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ4J8MSmeLI/AAAAAAAABfs/fo8Iq_7wuoM/s400/IMG_5416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ4Huq0NrpI/AAAAAAAABfk/VcQsXhhefjU/s1600-h/IMG_5402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264153512791355026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ4Huq0NrpI/AAAAAAAABfk/VcQsXhhefjU/s400/IMG_5402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ4GyiWDyUI/AAAAAAAABfc/ZmFQxmuCbY4/s1600-h/IMG_5400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264152479725242690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ4GyiWDyUI/AAAAAAAABfc/ZmFQxmuCbY4/s400/IMG_5400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sunee ended up having her baby the day of her shower!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am so happy for her and her little family!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My kids were in heaven seeing their friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I kept hearing the whole trip how it just wasn't enough time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I felt the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really needed one more day to see her and everyone else that I didn't get to see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will be making another trip just for that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am so glad that Heather, Amanda and I went to dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was SO great to see them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So next time we will have to have a big get together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-1321943940489841010?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/1321943940489841010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=1321943940489841010&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/1321943940489841010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/1321943940489841010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-in-vegas.html' title='Time in Vegas'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ4J8MSmeLI/AAAAAAAABfs/fo8Iq_7wuoM/s72-c/IMG_5416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-3537642100886690518</id><published>2008-11-01T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:48:51.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids had fun carving THE pumpkin this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes we only did one because we were going to be gone for Halloween and besides that it was fast and easy. They pretty much did it on their own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are so glad that the Shepherds join in on the fun with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ34mmP4tZI/AAAAAAAABe0/FBJ_NQC2-Ks/s1600-h/IMG_5382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264136881451873682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ34mmP4tZI/AAAAAAAABe0/FBJ_NQC2-Ks/s400/IMG_5382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kooper wasn't having it though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He would just gag everytime he went near it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So he just played the whole time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264163741009242946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ4RCB5Y60I/AAAAAAAABgM/RAV1jwnmTjQ/s400/IMG_5387.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Kyron and Kason just dug right in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ34AT1w9jI/AAAAAAAABes/YquilGNQ7C0/s1600-h/IMG_5386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264136223675446834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ34AT1w9jI/AAAAAAAABes/YquilGNQ7C0/s400/IMG_5386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even Kenzi loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264137182354382722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ344HMon4I/AAAAAAAABe8/HVKGfvesVoA/s400/IMG_5383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264137676579807138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ35U4VKH6I/AAAAAAAABfE/_RLCLORkjAM/s400/IMG_5388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264135731167638002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ33jpGwMfI/AAAAAAAABek/MDmOurKvnAQ/s400/IMG_5390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We headed to Vegas Wednesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids had &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; much fun seeing friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We sure are glad that we all got to trick-or-treat together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ32aL1I4LI/AAAAAAAABeU/-NIdggKm2EM/s1600-h/IMG_5424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264134469178679474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ32aL1I4LI/AAAAAAAABeU/-NIdggKm2EM/s400/IMG_5424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264162731460608546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ4QHRCPQiI/AAAAAAAABf8/YnPiE2G7rFY/s400/DSC01428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ313ALisOI/AAAAAAAABeM/cnb0mFHSfAs/s1600-h/IMG_5417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264133864755998946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ313ALisOI/AAAAAAAABeM/cnb0mFHSfAs/s400/IMG_5417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't Kenzi the cutest little witch ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ31ejerv4I/AAAAAAAABeE/-ixKSg7wUkQ/s1600-h/IMG_5425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264133444734795650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ31ejerv4I/AAAAAAAABeE/-ixKSg7wUkQ/s400/IMG_5425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the crew...minus a few!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264134937441446946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ321cPrrCI/AAAAAAAABec/wpllRFLsFeY/s400/IMG_5422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;For weeks before Halloween we tried a number of costumes on Kooper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn't like any part of that even a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I brought this reversabile giraffe/lion jacket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured if he ever did put something on it would more likely be a jacket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than a real costume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He STILL didn't want to put it on...until he figured out that there was more to just wearing the costume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was candy that came along with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he wore it and proudly held his trick-or-treat pumpkin and went door to door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ30TICarPI/AAAAAAAABd8/x3lze0O5o80/s1600-h/IMG_5428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264132148878290162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ30TICarPI/AAAAAAAABd8/x3lze0O5o80/s400/IMG_5428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Kali and Uncle Kevin&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264163360478374946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ4Qr4TwrCI/AAAAAAAABgE/zWCeAe6f1SM/s400/DSC01432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-3537642100886690518?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/3537642100886690518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=3537642100886690518&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/3537642100886690518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/3537642100886690518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-update.html' title='Halloween update'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQ34mmP4tZI/AAAAAAAABe0/FBJ_NQC2-Ks/s72-c/IMG_5382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-8138176314196512252</id><published>2008-10-28T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:25:24.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;here are just a few of our family pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262307350885824914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQd4p5x5-ZI/AAAAAAAABcA/BJ4giZz_nfE/s400/cc-024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQeCBezUU7I/AAAAAAAABdQ/FnJ57npj7C0/s1600-h/cc-040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262317651565499314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQeCBezUU7I/AAAAAAAABdQ/FnJ57npj7C0/s400/cc-040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQeBKeEa8BI/AAAAAAAABdI/LXEz3_4DZuM/s1600-h/cc-010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262316706475995154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQeBKeEa8BI/AAAAAAAABdI/LXEz3_4DZuM/s400/cc-010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQd_fXsayLI/AAAAAAAABc4/mUjcgdLlsF4/s1600-h/cc-042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262314866518706354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQd_fXsayLI/AAAAAAAABc4/mUjcgdLlsF4/s400/cc-042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQd-c55wT-I/AAAAAAAABcw/SViD8Glq1vM/s1600-h/cc-211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262313724650213346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQd-c55wT-I/AAAAAAAABcw/SViD8Glq1vM/s400/cc-211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQd9wEXeFBI/AAAAAAAABco/flxU6nhYkcs/s1600-h/cc-152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262312954365088786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQd9wEXeFBI/AAAAAAAABco/flxU6nhYkcs/s400/cc-152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQd82Wx8-VI/AAAAAAAABcg/ETi84p-xmRc/s1600-h/cc-119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262311962875590994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQd82Wx8-VI/AAAAAAAABcg/ETi84p-xmRc/s400/cc-119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQd8KqaEgDI/AAAAAAAABcY/4qEsleNIgAw/s1600-h/cc-123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262311212229886002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQd8KqaEgDI/AAAAAAAABcY/4qEsleNIgAw/s400/cc-123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQd61LYV2AI/AAAAAAAABcQ/5falCuAyzGM/s1600-h/cc-076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262309743612254210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQd61LYV2AI/AAAAAAAABcQ/5falCuAyzGM/s400/cc-076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262316113980514098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQeAn-2fXzI/AAAAAAAABdA/Wl4nZTzHc1g/s400/cc-141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQd3qdIcGzI/AAAAAAAABb4/hqfjJ_dtoaM/s1600-h/cc-013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262306260863949618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQd3qdIcGzI/AAAAAAAABb4/hqfjJ_dtoaM/s400/cc-013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pictures via &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wendyshepherdphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wendy shepherd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-8138176314196512252?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8138176314196512252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=8138176314196512252&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/8138176314196512252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/8138176314196512252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/10/family-pictures-2008.html' title='Family Pictures 2008'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQd4p5x5-ZI/AAAAAAAABcA/BJ4giZz_nfE/s72-c/cc-024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-5037415464117930838</id><published>2008-10-27T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:59:37.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little special agent Kyron</title><content type='html'>I am always saying how much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; is like Luke in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of ways,&lt;br /&gt;well here's the proof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just finally got our car registered here in Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;We did it while the kids were at school.&lt;br /&gt;Luke changed the plates.&lt;br /&gt;There only has to be one plate on the cars here.&lt;br /&gt;As for Nevada there is one on the front and one on the back.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought another thing about it, anyway...&lt;br /&gt;We were at football practice the other day and practice was about done.&lt;br /&gt;I went ahead and was getting the little kids loaded.&lt;br /&gt;It was getting a little dark.&lt;br /&gt;I was standing in the door buckling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; when I looked up and saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; just standing across the street staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;I said, come on dude let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;He just stood there and he said, "is that our car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt; yes.... I am in it....&lt;br /&gt;He says, "are you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;Yup, pretty sure!&lt;br /&gt;So he looks over the car for a few more seconds then he says, "where is the front license plate?"&lt;br /&gt;He was seriously doubting me for being in the car!&lt;br /&gt;If I were little I would have just ran to the car that looked JUST like mine and got in,&lt;br /&gt;Especially if I saw MY Mom in it!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe only I can appreciate it, but it was pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;If only I could show you all what his face looked like!&lt;br /&gt;Luke is all about details.&lt;br /&gt;He has a semi photographic memory (so I think).&lt;br /&gt;We can walk into a restaurant (or anywhere) and later he can tell me who was wearing what, sitting where and what cars are parked where.&lt;br /&gt;This is why he is such a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt; special agent!&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt; did this, he reminded me of Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the Trustworthy Award today at school! yay for the bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing!&lt;br /&gt;We are on our way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;We are super excited to go see our family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;The kids are counting down the minutes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-5037415464117930838?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/5037415464117930838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=5037415464117930838&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/5037415464117930838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/5037415464117930838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-special-agent-kyron.html' title='Little special agent Kyron'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-508528334345512008</id><published>2008-10-24T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:06:14.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQIUHLah3JI/AAAAAAAABbw/-wVK1uz6qKs/s1600-h/IMG_5376.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Tuesday was the awful but exciting day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took Kali to get her ears pierced!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She only cried for a second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260788754191528658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQITf8P0stI/AAAAAAAABbo/GW834NBLmB0/s400/IMG_5372.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;It took the kids awhile to notice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; was of course the first to spot the earrings in her ears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She is super smiley and finally growing out of her colic stage!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; for me)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Glad that we got her ear piercing done!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let's just all hope that Kooper doesn't try to pull them out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-508528334345512008?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/508528334345512008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=508528334345512008&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/508528334345512008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/508528334345512008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-ears.html' title='Little ears'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SQITf8P0stI/AAAAAAAABbo/GW834NBLmB0/s72-c/IMG_5372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-6460033993765699642</id><published>2008-10-22T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:45:45.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;is almost over! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since the end of July these boys have been going at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before school started they had practice 5 days a week for 2-3 hours a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then when school started they went to 4 days a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then after the games started they went to 3 days a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They have had games every Saturday since August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Saturdays are filled with 6 hours of watching football games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The regular season is over and now it is time for the playoffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kasons&lt;/span&gt; team being undefeated and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kyron's&lt;/span&gt; team being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;winless&lt;/span&gt;, it has been a super fun season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kason's&lt;/span&gt; team is automatically in the championship game, which will be played in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NAU&lt;/span&gt; dome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are SO excited about that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; also will be performing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kason's&lt;/span&gt; team is awesome, I can't really say the same for the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; squad that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; is on. Let's just say that she won't be doing that again! At least not with the coach she has!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So let's all pray that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kyron's&lt;/span&gt; team can maybe win at least one game during the playoffs.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP9Ji-mKNDI/AAAAAAAABbc/ScKHr7fxHoI/s1600-h/football-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260003755059459122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP9Ji-mKNDI/AAAAAAAABbc/ScKHr7fxHoI/s400/football-29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP6h9d6157I/AAAAAAAABbE/mgm-T0PnLxM/s1600-h/football-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259819492190840754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP6h9d6157I/AAAAAAAABbE/mgm-T0PnLxM/s400/football-28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP6hISXM_6I/AAAAAAAABa8/ZH-0FDcsNxQ/s1600-h/football-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259818578555502498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP6hISXM_6I/AAAAAAAABa8/ZH-0FDcsNxQ/s400/football-17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP5xKk8NeTI/AAAAAAAABa0/-3QiSLsBc88/s1600-h/football-36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259765841344166194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP5xKk8NeTI/AAAAAAAABa0/-3QiSLsBc88/s400/football-36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP5wsWkQW4I/AAAAAAAABas/Z6BwIpIiKKU/s1600-h/football-38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259765322089520002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP5wsWkQW4I/AAAAAAAABas/Z6BwIpIiKKU/s400/football-38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP5wB8c8Z9I/AAAAAAAABak/6-Job4FVums/s1600-h/football-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259764593525024722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP5wB8c8Z9I/AAAAAAAABak/6-Job4FVums/s400/football-13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259821504365455282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP6jyl2p57I/AAAAAAAABbU/koiXIvBYvlo/s400/football-33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP5vkZZtcRI/AAAAAAAABac/ve9Nvf6U7U0/s1600-h/football-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259764085900013842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP5vkZZtcRI/AAAAAAAABac/ve9Nvf6U7U0/s400/football-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP5u2qbgeVI/AAAAAAAABaU/9zvu9_qovJE/s1600-h/football-37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259763300196972882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP5u2qbgeVI/AAAAAAAABaU/9zvu9_qovJE/s400/football-37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP5shOEiGAI/AAAAAAAABaM/yLpihHuPpb4/s1600-h/football-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259760732783908866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP5shOEiGAI/AAAAAAAABaM/yLpihHuPpb4/s400/football-20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259758584592113586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP5qkLbsn7I/AAAAAAAABZ8/kMDuikAqT1Y/s400/football-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP5qHvmJ_BI/AAAAAAAABZ0/OhO1EVrh5h4/s1600-h/football-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259758096083450898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP5qHvmJ_BI/AAAAAAAABZ0/OhO1EVrh5h4/s400/football-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259820175476182882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP6ilPWwz2I/AAAAAAAABbM/k5c_G_HzbJ8/s400/football-34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although it has made for lots of long nights and busy weekends, Luke and I have loved every minute! It has been so good for these boys! They have great coaches and they have learned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. Especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;. He is way more competitive than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; and he has learned that winning isn't everything...It's the ONLY thing! Just kidding. He has learned that as long as you are having fun and trying your best that is all you can do. They have both had a blast and they can't wait until they are on the same team. I can't wait for that either:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pictures via &lt;a href="http://wendyshepherdphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you need pictures of your family you should check her out! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is amazing and she has given me so many priceless pictures of all my kids!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-6460033993765699642?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/6460033993765699642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=6460033993765699642&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/6460033993765699642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/6460033993765699642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/10/football-season.html' title='Football season'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SP9Ji-mKNDI/AAAAAAAABbc/ScKHr7fxHoI/s72-c/football-29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-8716693266354063441</id><published>2008-10-20T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:38:08.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession</title><content type='html'>Most of you know of the love that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; has for his nose and ears. He just simply cannot helpbut to put &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt; he can in them. If he doesn't have anything to put in them he just puts his finger in them. Especially his nose. It drives me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; crazy because he looks like he picks his nose &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; the time! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; he puts anything in his nose he tells me. We have dug many things out of his ears and nose but thankfully it has never taken too much effort until...Saturday night! He came and told me he put something up his nose. We could tell just by looking at him. One side of his nose was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;totally &lt;/span&gt;sticking out! We tried asking him what it was and of course we couldn't understand a word he said. It was so far up his nose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I had to get a flashlight out to see it. He would run around and play and then he would stop and say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ouch! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well duh of course it hurts!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So with the help of Luke holding him down I tired and tried to get it out with tweezers. I couldn't get a good hold on it, it was too far up! So we tried every trick there was. We tried to get him to blow&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; but getting an almost 2 year old to blow is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;impossible.&lt;/span&gt; He can make the sound with his mouth but doesn't get the whole blowing part. He even sneezed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of times but as soon as he was done he sniffed everything back up! Luke and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; are both pretty big wimps when it comes to anything like this. Although Luke helped hold him down once he was not about to do that again. It hurts him to bad to watch! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt; was pretty good about holding still until the tweezers touched the object in his nose and then he just would freak! I got the baby nose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;syringe&lt;/span&gt; (aka the booger sucker) and tried to get it with that. It didn't work, except for getting all the boogers out that he had from crying! So finally I just got the tweezers one more time and just dug until I finally got it! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OUCH!&lt;/span&gt; I know it had to hurt but maybe just maybe he will not do it again! We are still not sure what exactly it was. It was about the size of a dime and about 3 times as thick. How he ever got that up &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;his nose&lt;/span&gt; is beyond me. It almost looked and felt like and eraser but it wasn't one. Who knows, but at least it is out! So we told the older kids that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; they see him put anything up his nose to slap his hand and tell him &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt; mean I know but this may just save him from having to go through that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way if I wouldn't have been able to get it out I would have just waited until today to take him to the doctor. I wouldn't have went on a Saturday night and waited forever in the ER! Mean again I know, but he could breath fine. It wasn't up both sides!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-8716693266354063441?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/8716693266354063441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=8716693266354063441&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/8716693266354063441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/8716693266354063441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/10/obsession.html' title='Obsession'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-2413672646718804021</id><published>2008-10-10T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:17:20.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty in Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am SO in love with this girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She just makes me smile SO big!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had so much fun this day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves to pose..who wouldn't in this skirt.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO-H9lH7ujI/AAAAAAAABZs/wc10D3qOkVk/s1600-h/linde+girls-65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255568782171814450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO-H9lH7ujI/AAAAAAAABZs/wc10D3qOkVk/s400/linde+girls-65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO-GjVotJJI/AAAAAAAABZk/49W0ssouBYU/s1600-h/linde+girls-69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255567231826076818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO-GjVotJJI/AAAAAAAABZk/49W0ssouBYU/s400/linde+girls-69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO-Fyw-KHRI/AAAAAAAABZc/SyyEsBwiUrw/s1600-h/linde+girls-62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255566397350223122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO-Fyw-KHRI/AAAAAAAABZc/SyyEsBwiUrw/s400/linde+girls-62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO-FUXE_8SI/AAAAAAAABZU/tjIuydTdk1k/s1600-h/linde+girls-51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255565875003519266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO-FUXE_8SI/AAAAAAAABZU/tjIuydTdk1k/s400/linde+girls-51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO-EeGWjWYI/AAAAAAAABZM/_-OA3YrZV6M/s1600-h/linde+girls-48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255564942800804226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO-EeGWjWYI/AAAAAAAABZM/_-OA3YrZV6M/s400/linde+girls-48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO-DpI1xn2I/AAAAAAAABZE/Cx7MjWXjoW0/s1600-h/linde+girls-45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255564032935567202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO-DpI1xn2I/AAAAAAAABZE/Cx7MjWXjoW0/s400/linde+girls-45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO-DJBKYzsI/AAAAAAAABY8/pruNRGlMkaw/s1600-h/linde+girls-40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255563481118723778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO-DJBKYzsI/AAAAAAAABY8/pruNRGlMkaw/s400/linde+girls-40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO-CdbieSsI/AAAAAAAABY0/7sKXOvT74rI/s1600-h/linde+girls-37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255562732284824258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO-CdbieSsI/AAAAAAAABY0/7sKXOvT74rI/s400/linde+girls-37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO-B_RvD-0I/AAAAAAAABYs/EPvbwiokTVc/s1600-h/linde+girls-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255562214257195842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO-B_RvD-0I/AAAAAAAABYs/EPvbwiokTVc/s400/linde+girls-35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO0zzPYLQ9I/AAAAAAAABYk/gOAdbsch8VE/s1600-h/linde+girls-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254913295605515218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO0zzPYLQ9I/AAAAAAAABYk/gOAdbsch8VE/s400/linde+girls-30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am dying to hang these on my wall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-2413672646718804021?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/2413672646718804021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=2413672646718804021&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/2413672646718804021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/2413672646718804021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/10/pretty-in-pink.html' title='Pretty in Pink'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO-H9lH7ujI/AAAAAAAABZs/wc10D3qOkVk/s72-c/linde+girls-65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-7069565083394016073</id><published>2008-10-08T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:13:09.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kali's Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't pick a favorite picture of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are all just way too cute!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO0uVmkDgrI/AAAAAAAABYc/ENnDrp2FdIc/s1600-h/linde+girls-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254907288875139762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO0uVmkDgrI/AAAAAAAABYc/ENnDrp2FdIc/s400/linde+girls-23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO0swyaH48I/AAAAAAAABYM/vw9c69eVLIE/s1600-h/linde+girls-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254905556887921602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO0swyaH48I/AAAAAAAABYM/vw9c69eVLIE/s400/linde+girls-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO0r0DQV_5I/AAAAAAAABYE/KtGukpCT0vs/s1600-h/linde+girls-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254904513438285714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO0r0DQV_5I/AAAAAAAABYE/KtGukpCT0vs/s400/linde+girls-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO0qsUKoPNI/AAAAAAAABX0/AsRZVf4lbn8/s1600-h/linde+girls-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254903281027136722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO0qsUKoPNI/AAAAAAAABX0/AsRZVf4lbn8/s400/linde+girls-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO0psRKil-I/AAAAAAAABXk/Wt0Gx2IuS4s/s1600-h/linde+girls-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254902180709832674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO0psRKil-I/AAAAAAAABXk/Wt0Gx2IuS4s/s400/linde+girls-22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254901543175600530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO0pHKKiOZI/AAAAAAAABXc/GhpFepnGS8w/s400/linde+girls-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO0ouL85WKI/AAAAAAAABXU/joP2FztQuW8/s1600-h/linde+girls-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254901114158536866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO0ouL85WKI/AAAAAAAABXU/joP2FztQuW8/s400/linde+girls-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO0i_msnQII/AAAAAAAABXM/Wm3L189Rf4g/s1600-h/linde+girls-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254894816326008962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO0i_msnQII/AAAAAAAABXM/Wm3L189Rf4g/s400/linde+girls-18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our families joined us in blessing Kali this past weekend at my parents house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so beautiful and the spirit was so strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to hear the blessings Luke gives our kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just shows a side to him that makes my heart melt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is such a special little blessing in our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday I look at her and think how blessed I am to be her Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was just meant to be a part of our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is so innocent and so pure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a sweet baby girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to watch and see how much my other kids love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just love her to pieces and we couldn't be happier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure how &lt;a href="http://wendyshepherdphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; got such beautiful pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kali&lt;/span&gt; because she honestly cried and screamed her head off the whole time. i LOVE everyone of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235961003988129881-7069565083394016073?l=lindewoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/feeds/7069565083394016073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235961003988129881&amp;postID=7069565083394016073&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/7069565083394016073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235961003988129881/posts/default/7069565083394016073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindewoolf.blogspot.com/2008/10/kalis-blessing.html' title='Kali&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Linde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02893479414512274372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SO0uVmkDgrI/AAAAAAAABYc/ENnDrp2FdIc/s72-c/linde+girls-23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235961003988129881.post-2439141594407225714</id><published>2008-10-02T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:30:12.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Skating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For months &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has wanted to go ice skating for her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we finally went!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She invited Abbie to join us.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252584923640893138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SOTuKJ4wDtI/AAAAAAAABVg/DUnxWIeVACA/s400/IMG_5324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Abbie just before they got on the ice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252585594141325122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SOTuxLsgt0I/AAAAAAAABVo/ryv9NuANlAU/s400/IMG_5325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; strike a pose before they get on the ice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SOTyNo3-7bI/AAAAAAAABW8/ySzrvRDtQ0I/s1600-h/IMG_5346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252589381545291186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SOTyNo3-7bI/AAAAAAAABW8/ySzrvRDtQ0I/s400/IMG_5346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was much happier off the ice having a drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Notice the skates, he wanted them on the entire time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though he didn't skate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SOTx3QM01AI/AAAAAAAABW0/X-8XMgOYOG8/s1600-h/IMG_5344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252588996964701186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SOTx3QM01AI/AAAAAAAABW0/X-8XMgOYOG8/s400/IMG_5344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got brave and loved every minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SOTxjJi9nsI/AAAAAAAABWs/lPSnzUA5DXM/s1600-h/IMG_5339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252588651581120194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SOTxjJi9nsI/AAAAAAAABWs/lPSnzUA5DXM/s400/IMG_5339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I caught the end of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SOTxTu8h-lI/AAAAAAAABWk/7h5ZVizIQqc/s1600-h/IMG_5340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252588386742565458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SOTxTu8h-lI/AAAAAAAABWk/7h5ZVizIQqc/s400/IMG_5340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luke even took a turn on the ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SOTxDTj2GAI/AAAAAAAABWc/e-XR9Qu3Wt4/s1600-h/kenzi+and+abbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252588104513361922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SOTxDTj2GAI/AAAAAAAABWc/e-XR9Qu3Wt4/s400/kenzi+and+abbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Abbie stayed close to the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They did get brave and towards the end even went out in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;middle on their own,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252587392365700002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SOTwZ2mnI6I/AAAAAAAABWM/82ymFIecen4/s400/IMG_5333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; walking around in his too big skates.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252584313176120146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57caFKSQPR8/SOTtmnum21I/AAAAAAAABVQ/zaGx_AuJuuk/s400/ice+skating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ER
