<?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-8719203308982776608</id><updated>2011-09-28T23:15:37.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Your Blessings</title><subtitle type='html'>Live, Love and Laugh: 
Enjoying the blessings of family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-2641806439510279883</id><published>2011-08-22T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T11:21:11.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School!!</title><content type='html'>Back to school! I have to admit it is music to my ears. I am a mother who loves the routine of the school year. I enjoy my kids but I enjoy them more when I am not surrounded by them 24/7. Alex started the 6th grade today which means this is his last year of elementary school. That kind of scares me. My cute Nick started 2nd grade and Kate will start kindergarten next week. I just know they are all going to have a wonderful school year and I hope the boys are having a wonderful first day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-2641806439510279883?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2641806439510279883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=2641806439510279883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2641806439510279883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2641806439510279883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-6150131075109107510</id><published>2011-03-02T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T12:29:25.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding Dongs!!</title><content type='html'>Last night my parents babysat Kate while the boys and I went to the Real Soccer Game! Before they came we ate dinner and after Bryan let us each have a left over Ding Dong from family home evening the night before ( he was in charge of treats). Kate and Alex decided they didn't want theirs, they wanted to save them for lunch today. My dad likes to scavenger for goodies when he is here and we don't have a problem with that, but the ding dongs were special so we hid them so grandpa wouldn't eat them. So we get home from the game and Kate was asleep, Grandma and Grandpa told us this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does Kate do, she whispers to Grandma "We hid some ding dongs from grandpa". So they told grandpa about it and Kate showed them where they were and they decided to play a trick on us. Kate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;re hid&lt;/span&gt; them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I was making Alex's lunch I said to Kate, "honey, I think Grandpa found the ding dongs because they aren't in here!" She gave the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;slyest&lt;/span&gt; little grin and then said " No!! I hid them in the Dora fruit snack box!" She thought she was so clever and she was. I have to say it was very funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-6150131075109107510?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6150131075109107510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=6150131075109107510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/6150131075109107510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/6150131075109107510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2011/03/ding-dongs.html' title='Ding Dongs!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-1824399472777004392</id><published>2011-03-02T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T12:18:43.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Makeup Day!</title><content type='html'>Last week Kate's preschool teacher had to cancel school one day because she was sick. A couple of days later I got an e-mail saying she would hold a makeup day the following Friday. I asked Kate if she wanted to go to the makeup day and she was all excited and said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as she was getting ready for us to leave, she looked at me and said "I am so excited, today Miss Tami is going to do my makeup" ( as she was rubbing her face gently like she was brushing on blush). I looked at her and just started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "no, honey, that is not what I meant, Miss Tami is having a day where you can go to preschool because you missed a day when she was sick." " You are not going to have your makeup done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when her dad was asking her about it, he asked what the boys were going to do while the girls got makeup and she said the boys were not going to come. This is one of my favorite Kate stories, I was telling my mom and dad about it and I was laughing so hard I was crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-1824399472777004392?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1824399472777004392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=1824399472777004392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1824399472777004392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1824399472777004392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2011/03/preschool-makeup-day.html' title='Preschool Makeup Day!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-1403153673454338462</id><published>2011-03-02T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T15:40:34.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our St. George Top Ten!!</title><content type='html'>10. Breakfast at the Village Inn- Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kate saying "let's get this show on the road!" after Bryan had packed up the car to leave home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kate creaming Grandma and I at "Memory" several times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lunch out at the Pizza Factory! We love their pizza and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bread twists&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Movie nights! Every night we were there we snuggled up and watched a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Boys shooting stories. After the boys went shooting - Nick and Alex spent an entire hour telling me every target they shot at and every shot they took. It was so cute and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; detailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hiking in Snow Canyon and playing at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Playing in the sand dunes at Snow Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. " I'm an old man" We were on a hike and on our way back to the car, Kate was getting tired and so she when she saw the van she said, "I'm almost there - I can do it." and she started running. Nick and I had stopped to wait for her and all the sudden she stopped, put her hand on her back and leaned over a little and said "I'm an old man." And she walked that way most the way left to the van. Nick and I had a good laugh over that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spending the weekend with Grandma and Grandpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-1403153673454338462?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1403153673454338462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=1403153673454338462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1403153673454338462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1403153673454338462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-st-george-top-ten.html' title='Our St. George Top Ten!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-5374083534588069309</id><published>2011-02-23T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T12:02:24.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George- Going Shooting</title><content type='html'>So the boys spent one afternoon shooting out on the Arizona Border and they had a great time. These photos were all taken by Nick. They set up a lot of different targets and they had a wonderful time practicing. They were gone about 3 hours, and it was pretty cold, but they had a great time still.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CFAEtjiV_lE/TWV8qH2pqeI/AAAAAAAAAp0/0yTAHFKWOVY/s1600/IMGP4679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577000776672848354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CFAEtjiV_lE/TWV8qH2pqeI/AAAAAAAAAp0/0yTAHFKWOVY/s200/IMGP4679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eyh3riy_4kc/TWV8p6bX4LI/AAAAAAAAAps/EkTwAtYZSBA/s1600/IMGP4687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577000773068775602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eyh3riy_4kc/TWV8p6bX4LI/AAAAAAAAAps/EkTwAtYZSBA/s200/IMGP4687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-5374083534588069309?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5374083534588069309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=5374083534588069309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/5374083534588069309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/5374083534588069309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2011/02/st-george-going-shooting.html' title='St. George- Going Shooting'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CFAEtjiV_lE/TWV8qH2pqeI/AAAAAAAAAp0/0yTAHFKWOVY/s72-c/IMGP4679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-4883677913656045780</id><published>2011-02-23T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T15:55:47.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George- Fun at the Park</title><content type='html'>After going hiking in Snow Canyon we took the kids to a park to play. We went to a park by my parents house and played a little tennis, basketball and on the playground. I got some great photos of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-42z0Qgdq_pc/TWV7-yQAxsI/AAAAAAAAApk/r7rohMdUVZ0/s1600/2011-Jan-Feb%2B072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577000032139265730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-42z0Qgdq_pc/TWV7-yQAxsI/AAAAAAAAApk/r7rohMdUVZ0/s200/2011-Jan-Feb%2B072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kate and Nick really had a great time chasing their tennis balls all over the place, what fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4XYGZ9pI_3U/TWV7-h2cgFI/AAAAAAAAApc/pla1_f6MF2k/s1600/2011-Jan-Feb%2B107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577000027737063506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4XYGZ9pI_3U/TWV7-h2cgFI/AAAAAAAAApc/pla1_f6MF2k/s200/2011-Jan-Feb%2B107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nicklas&lt;/span&gt; playing basketball with their dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHn_PaSZTxs/TWV7-SWotnI/AAAAAAAAApU/ar4vX0ubSAo/s1600/2011-Jan-Feb%2B086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577000023577114226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHn_PaSZTxs/TWV7-SWotnI/AAAAAAAAApU/ar4vX0ubSAo/s200/2011-Jan-Feb%2B086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate and Nick always have to swing for a bit. They wanted to make silly faces for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is what we can up with. The photos were hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NRER5b5bhU0/TWV7-DW-zUI/AAAAAAAAApM/9gRQ93Tr8N4/s1600/2011-Jan-Feb%2B083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577000019552030018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NRER5b5bhU0/TWV7-DW-zUI/AAAAAAAAApM/9gRQ93Tr8N4/s200/2011-Jan-Feb%2B083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1PL9-wDMt9A/TWV792P5P1I/AAAAAAAAApE/3jUvbg-d7EM/s1600/2011-Jan-Feb%2B070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577000016032644946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1PL9-wDMt9A/TWV792P5P1I/AAAAAAAAApE/3jUvbg-d7EM/s200/2011-Jan-Feb%2B070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick had a great time practicing by himself, he was definitely getting better. Way to go Nick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-4883677913656045780?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4883677913656045780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=4883677913656045780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/4883677913656045780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/4883677913656045780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2011/02/st-george-fun-at-park.html' title='St. George- Fun at the Park'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-42z0Qgdq_pc/TWV7-yQAxsI/AAAAAAAAApk/r7rohMdUVZ0/s72-c/2011-Jan-Feb%2B072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-2226223480368640960</id><published>2011-02-23T13:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:31:45.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George- Snow Canyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Presidents Day Weekend we took the family down to St. George. Unfortunately, the weather did not fully cooperate. We did get one absolutely gorgeous day on Friday and the was the day we went and hiked around at Snow Canyon State Park. If you have never been there, like us, you really should go. The kids were really good and Kate even managed to walk the entire 3 to 4 hours while we were there. ( She got carried for maybe a total of 10 minutes only.)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ARWK41a8_x0/TWV6mhlL_7I/AAAAAAAAAo8/gdzXGgVPXDw/s1600/IMGP4629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576998515836190642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ARWK41a8_x0/TWV6mhlL_7I/AAAAAAAAAo8/gdzXGgVPXDw/s200/IMGP4629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the kids and I at the start of our longest hike that was about one and 1/2 miles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the end there was a pretty large arch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ESZYgYuNSFg/TWV6mYhtNXI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Upn2m8ohV54/s1600/2011-Jan-Feb%2B052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576998513405670770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ESZYgYuNSFg/TWV6mYhtNXI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Upn2m8ohV54/s200/2011-Jan-Feb%2B052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a very large sand dune that we all enjoyed taking off our shoes&lt;br /&gt;and running around in. The sand was so fine and soft, we had&lt;br /&gt;a great time playing in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izXA71-wmys/TWV6mIo2WZI/AAAAAAAAAos/TiPVz29KZiw/s1600/2011-Jan-Feb%2B065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576998509140662674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izXA71-wmys/TWV6mIo2WZI/AAAAAAAAAos/TiPVz29KZiw/s200/2011-Jan-Feb%2B065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Kate sitting on the&lt;br /&gt;smallest rock and taking a rest. She sat down and said "I just need to take a&lt;br /&gt;little rest here." The boys totally left us in the dust, but we caught up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jMRXCEXNrtA/TWV6lofJC5I/AAAAAAAAAok/Dor-KhDDjOg/s1600/IMGP4623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576998500510010258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jMRXCEXNrtA/TWV6lofJC5I/AAAAAAAAAok/Dor-KhDDjOg/s200/IMGP4623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of what you see at the end of the Pi&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;oneer&lt;/span&gt; Name trail. This hike was a short, easy hike and at the end was all these names written with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;axle&lt;/span&gt; grease by pioneers dating was back to the late 1800's. It was pretty neat. We all thought this was one of our favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_SAsdqbH33E/TWV6ldinxhI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ih0ImSlWhsA/s1600/IMGP4664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576998497571816978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_SAsdqbH33E/TWV6ldinxhI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ih0ImSlWhsA/s200/IMGP4664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a fun hike also, it was called Jenny's Canyon trail and led to narrow canyon you could walk inside of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time and will definitely go back again some time. The area is beautiful and they even have a campground. I think the kids thought is was a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-2226223480368640960?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2226223480368640960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=2226223480368640960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2226223480368640960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2226223480368640960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2011/02/st-george-snow-canyon.html' title='St. George- Snow Canyon'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ARWK41a8_x0/TWV6mhlL_7I/AAAAAAAAAo8/gdzXGgVPXDw/s72-c/IMGP4629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-6881252348819306660</id><published>2011-02-14T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T12:34:53.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abravenal Hall</title><content type='html'>Alex's fifth grade class got to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abravanel&lt;/span&gt; Hall two weeks ago and listen to the Symphony. He was so cute about it. The week before some musicians from the symphony came and kind of filled them full of information on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abravanel&lt;/span&gt; Hall and he was excited to go. He was even going to wear his church suit, but his dad convinced him to wear a sweater instead seeing the high that day was around 15 degrees. When he got home the day of the field trip he had lots to share, he said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abravanel&lt;/span&gt; Hall was really neat and the music was great. He liked a Harry Potter song the most, but told me about a handful of others. I was impressed the kid enjoyed it so much. What a great opportunity! I hope he remembers it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-6881252348819306660?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6881252348819306660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=6881252348819306660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/6881252348819306660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/6881252348819306660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2011/02/abravenal-hall.html' title='Abravenal Hall'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-9033826854931590846</id><published>2011-02-12T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T12:26:45.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you notice anything different?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkxaCFm-E-k/TVcaCdn6vpI/AAAAAAAAAns/pZ-T8ujwC6Y/s1600/IMGP4615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572951693508394642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkxaCFm-E-k/TVcaCdn6vpI/AAAAAAAAAns/pZ-T8ujwC6Y/s200/IMGP4615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick has lost two teeth in about a week and a half.. Look at that cute smile. The funniest thing is that he got home from school last week and ran up saying "do you notice anything different?" I asked where his tooth was and he told me his reading teacher pulled it out for him. Isn't that funny!! Even funnier is that he told me she pulled out 2 other kids teeth for them also. She is awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-9033826854931590846?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/9033826854931590846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=9033826854931590846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/9033826854931590846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/9033826854931590846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-you-notice-anything-different.html' title='Do you notice anything different?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkxaCFm-E-k/TVcaCdn6vpI/AAAAAAAAAns/pZ-T8ujwC6Y/s72-c/IMGP4615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-1593144330241880301</id><published>2011-01-28T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T13:16:17.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big 5 Year Old!</title><content type='html'>A week ago today my sweet little girl turned 5. She is my youngest and my only girl, I can't believe she is 5. She had a wonderful birthday, thanks to many friends and family. Kate is very excited to start Kindergarten in the fall and know that she is five she talks about going to kindergarten almost daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad to have Kate, she is so loving and fun. She likes to be a funny girl and make people laugh. Even the boys are so cute when she does something funny. They adore her. She can also be very loving, she always tells me she loves me and I'm the best mommy. A mom really needs at least one of her kids to tell her that, even if it's not true.  Kate and I have really enjoyed our time together this year, with Nick in school all day we have lots of girl time. We have started some fun things that just the two of us like to do together- like picnic lunch and a movie in our living room. Of course, the movie is always a princess movie! Kate is into Barbie's, dress up and playhouse. She is also starting to work on her reading. She is very excited to learn everything. She is also a bit sassy, with quite the I know it all attitude sometimes.  This is partially my own fault, she definitely gets away with more than the boys, after all she is the youngest and the only girl. I guess I need to work on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very blessed to have sweet Kate in our family. I am so grateful to have my little Kate and am grateful for all the joy she brings to our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-1593144330241880301?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1593144330241880301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=1593144330241880301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1593144330241880301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1593144330241880301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-big-5-year-old.html' title='My Big 5 Year Old!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-4195589079745944584</id><published>2011-01-28T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T12:55:35.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year Pledge to Myself and My Family!</title><content type='html'>I have not been a good blogger over the last year, which makes me sad because that means I will not remember a lot of great little things that I could have. I pledge to do better this year and I will blog weekly- that is my goal. I really want to have this as a tribute to my sweet little family and I want to remember every little thing that I know my kids will enjoy hearing about when they are grown up. So here we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-4195589079745944584?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4195589079745944584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=4195589079745944584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/4195589079745944584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/4195589079745944584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-pledge-to-myself-and-my-family.html' title='A New Year Pledge to Myself and My Family!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-1202034672423245039</id><published>2010-12-28T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T17:57:44.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of a Mexican Postcard!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, the kids received a postcard. It was a beautiful postcard of an arch on a beach in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cabo&lt;/span&gt; San Lucas. You may ask who sent it.? Can you believe Bryan and I sent it to the kids from Mexico- When did we go to Mexico you may ask? We had a great trip there in early November- yes, early November. That nice little postcard must have quite the tale to tell, for it took seven weeks for it to arrive at our home. We mailed it approximately Nov. 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; or 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and it wasn't even postmarked at the post office in Mexico until Dec. 1st. We had given up on even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; it a couple of weeks ago, Yet it finally made it. What a long journey that little postcard had. I would highly recommend just bringing the postcard home with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-1202034672423245039?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1202034672423245039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=1202034672423245039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1202034672423245039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1202034672423245039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2010/12/story-of-mexican-postcard.html' title='The Story of a Mexican Postcard!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-5519125158383866319</id><published>2010-12-13T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:32:18.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate the Mannequin!!</title><content type='html'>Today Kate and I made a quick trip to Old Navy to make a return. Upon leaving the store Kate disappeared and I was walking around the front of the store looking for her. I was calling her name and looking about- suddenly I spotted her! She had climbed up on the little platform they have the mannequins on and was pretending to be a mannequin. She had one hand on the fake dog and was holding very still with the cutest expression on her face (she is such a poser)... She wouldn't even respond to me she was so in character. I laughed so hard. It totally made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-5519125158383866319?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5519125158383866319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=5519125158383866319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/5519125158383866319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/5519125158383866319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2010/12/kate-mannequin.html' title='Kate the Mannequin!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-6792822320451410115</id><published>2010-08-18T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T15:27:36.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hogle Zoo with Grandma and Grandpa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least once or twice a year we have the tradition of going the the zoo with my mom and dad. It is really a lot funner than me taking the kids to the zoo alone. 1. I have lots of help. 2. The kids love spending time with Grandma and Grandpa ( they are stuck home with mom all the time- and I am such a bore). 3. We can even convince Bryan to come with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506876227880918866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxawKjin1I/AAAAAAAAAm8/q9acQtJ-Dj4/s200/DSC_0067.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and my dad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506876221557849330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxavzAAPPI/AAAAAAAAAm0/--SDM9rUWSA/s200/DSC_0074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nicklas&lt;/span&gt; and Alex seeing how they compare to a gorilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxabXjRWzI/AAAAAAAAAms/3fbgHL1L7_E/s1600/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506875870592195378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxabXjRWzI/AAAAAAAAAms/3fbgHL1L7_E/s200/DSC_0064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa resting in the wagon with Nick and Kate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxabHSbeoI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ZiMhTPb5yac/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506875866226588290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxabHSbeoI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ZiMhTPb5yac/s200/DSC_0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Standing in line for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Carousel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxaamlrmsI/AAAAAAAAAmc/9KYJXaBh2qg/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506875857448966850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxaamlrmsI/AAAAAAAAAmc/9KYJXaBh2qg/s200/DSC_0023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zuri&lt;/span&gt; the baby elephant. She was adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxaZ-QFLGI/AAAAAAAAAmU/WLpwpJTIBQA/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506875846620949602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxaZ-QFLGI/AAAAAAAAAmU/WLpwpJTIBQA/s200/DSC_0020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids just love sitting on this elephant trunk &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we go. The best is when it&lt;br /&gt;starts shooting out water. I think Kate could spend a full hour there and not get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxaZkh1wHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/7qpv5YBSSso/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506875839716114546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxaZkh1wHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/7qpv5YBSSso/s200/DSC_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex, my mom and I. Say Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-6792822320451410115?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6792822320451410115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=6792822320451410115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/6792822320451410115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/6792822320451410115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2010/08/hogle-zoo-with-grandma-and-grandpa.html' title='Hogle Zoo with Grandma and Grandpa!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxawKjin1I/AAAAAAAAAm8/q9acQtJ-Dj4/s72-c/DSC_0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-3940325765878725950</id><published>2010-08-18T14:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T15:06:18.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acorn Collecting!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxX5lqbATI/AAAAAAAAAmE/BdoYBVYE16s/s1600/IMGP4061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506873091241476402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxX5lqbATI/AAAAAAAAAmE/BdoYBVYE16s/s200/IMGP4061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Have you ever considered collecting Acorns? Well, my Kate has and did! This was her entertainment for the entire duration of one of Alex's soccer games this past spring.  When I informed her that  she would not be bringing her large collection home (she seriously collected about 30), she quietly narrowed her collection down to five acorns and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       "There is one for each person in our family!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Sweet and loving Kate- I thank my Heavenly Father everyday for my children and this day I thank him especially for Little Girls!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-3940325765878725950?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3940325765878725950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=3940325765878725950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/3940325765878725950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/3940325765878725950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2010/08/acorn-collecting.html' title='Acorn Collecting!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxX5lqbATI/AAAAAAAAAmE/BdoYBVYE16s/s72-c/IMGP4061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-5293430361258965284</id><published>2010-08-18T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:57:27.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate's Soccer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxWDwOIZ3I/AAAAAAAAAl8/35L8jsQbyIY/s1600/IMGP3952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506871066851043186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxWDwOIZ3I/AAAAAAAAAl8/35L8jsQbyIY/s200/IMGP3952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxWDUQdkeI/AAAAAAAAAl0/zwgc7MSk-8w/s1600/IMGP3933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506871059344626146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxWDUQdkeI/AAAAAAAAAl0/zwgc7MSk-8w/s200/IMGP3933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     Kate's spring soccer was quite an adventure. She was definitely one of the cutest players. She sort of decided she was afraid of the ball after the first game, that's when she learned lots of little legs were all kicking randomly at an attempt to kick the ball- and that meant getting kicked herself. Every practice would help her get over that fear and then each game would again reinforce that fear. That's the kicks of soccer! She was so cute to watch, all smiles. She would run and then if she got tired she would just stop and stand somewhere on the field for a rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I can't even begin to describe my enjoyment of watching my sweet, petite Kate play soccer. She even said she wants to play again- I would consider that to mean it was a good experience after all. Way to go Kate! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-5293430361258965284?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5293430361258965284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=5293430361258965284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/5293430361258965284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/5293430361258965284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2010/08/kates-soccer.html' title='Kate&apos;s Soccer!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGxWDwOIZ3I/AAAAAAAAAl8/35L8jsQbyIY/s72-c/IMGP3952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-1747429379447189059</id><published>2010-08-17T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T15:12:17.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick's Soccer!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGsHcvBe4RI/AAAAAAAAAls/irdwtEOmKn4/s1600/IMGP3971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506503159630979346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGsHcvBe4RI/AAAAAAAAAls/irdwtEOmKn4/s200/IMGP3971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGsHcOX3EpI/AAAAAAAAAlk/AH9AVXOBWSo/s1600/IMGP3986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506503150866469522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGsHcOX3EpI/AAAAAAAAAlk/AH9AVXOBWSo/s200/IMGP3986.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I know I'm a little slow getting this up but I just had to blog about Nicks wonderful spring soccer. What is so great about this little guy of mine is his pure determination. When he wants to be good at something he practices and practices- and soccer is no exception. Nick loves, loves, loves SOCCER!!! The kid gets torn picking going to his soccer practice or going to watch one of Alex's games. It is precious! I have absolutely loved watching Nick play this season. When he is on the field he plays with heart- all of his heart! One game this season he got the ball kicked in his face - close and hard- and he's like " I'm fine, I want to go back in".  I never knew a six year old could be so passionate about something. Now, I am his mother but, he really is good. He handles the ball well and likes to score but he also likes defense and wants to goalie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so grateful for Nick. I am grateful he is a hard worker and that once he sets his mind to something he won't quit. I love that he has something he loves and wants to work at. Nick is an awesome kid and I love him with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-1747429379447189059?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1747429379447189059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=1747429379447189059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1747429379447189059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1747429379447189059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2010/08/nicks-soccer.html' title='Nick&apos;s Soccer!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/TGsHcvBe4RI/AAAAAAAAAls/irdwtEOmKn4/s72-c/IMGP3971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-3595509303821904527</id><published>2010-07-29T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T14:02:31.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Alex!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Alex's 10th birthday... I can't believe he is already 10! Boy how life changes in 10 years, and I wouldn't change a day of it. Alex is my first born and will always be the big brother- both of which he is great at. He is a loving, hard working, passionate boy and I am so glad to have him blessing my life every day. Being a mother is hard work, but it is also the most rewarding. Alex- Thanks for being my son and making my life so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-3595509303821904527?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3595509303821904527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=3595509303821904527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/3595509303821904527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/3595509303821904527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-alex.html' title='Happy Birthday Alex!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-2018837176569143455</id><published>2010-05-24T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:05:44.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Daughter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_r8yQA6UWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/GdlSXzmE1TQ/s1600/IMGP3901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474966237244707170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_r8yQA6UWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/GdlSXzmE1TQ/s200/IMGP3901.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had one of the sweetest conversations ever with my precious Kate the other night, I decided immediately that I must write it down so I would never forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The conversation began as I was getting Kate out of the bath and continued as we got her ready for bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kate: "One day I won't live her with you! Huh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom: "No. When you grow up you'll have your own home, and so will Nick and Alex."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kate: "I'm going to miss you because I really, really, really, love you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom: " And I really love you. I'm going to miss you too, but I can visit you and you can visit me. And when you have babies I'll come over and help you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kate: (with the happiest face ever) "I'm going to have babies?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom: " If you want to!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kate: "Maybe I can live by you, like Mya use to live by me." (Mya is her friend that lived next door)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom: " That would be nice!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kate: "Maybe on Sundays we could bring cake over."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom: "Yes. And maybe you could invite me to dinner like we do Grandma and Grandpa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kate: "And you can make dinner for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom: "That would be nice too!."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All during this exchange Kate jumped onto my lap at least two or three times and threw her arms around my neck, gave me her very best Kate hug and said, "I really, really, really, love you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its moments like these that remind me why I LOVE being a mother. It also reminds me that being a mother really is the best job in the whole wide world.&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/8719203308982776608-2018837176569143455?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2018837176569143455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=2018837176569143455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2018837176569143455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2018837176569143455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-sweet-daughter.html' title='My Sweet Daughter!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_r8yQA6UWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/GdlSXzmE1TQ/s72-c/IMGP3901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-8494505669694024370</id><published>2010-05-24T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:23:42.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick's Kindergarten Program!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_r69SUpbSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9JYQ4M3UWO4/s1600/IMGP4107.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474964227819662626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_r69SUpbSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9JYQ4M3UWO4/s200/IMGP4107.2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Handsome Boy!!&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="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The annual Kindergarten Program was on Friday and it was adorable. Those &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kindergartners&lt;/span&gt; are so cute and talk so cute. Nick was toward the end of the program. The program was about things they could be when they grow up, and how school helps prepare them. They had jobs from A to Z and Nick's was the letter Z. His line was "Z. When I grow up, know what I want to do? Take care of animals at the zoo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa came and enjoyed the performance with Kate, Bryan and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Great job Nick! I loved how great you sang the songs! Love you!&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/8719203308982776608-8494505669694024370?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8494505669694024370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=8494505669694024370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8494505669694024370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8494505669694024370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2010/05/nicks-kindergarten-program.html' title='Nick&apos;s Kindergarten Program!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_r69SUpbSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9JYQ4M3UWO4/s72-c/IMGP4107.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-1705167453917472921</id><published>2010-05-24T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:12:54.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick's First Lost Tooth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last Thursday, May 20th- Nicklas lost his first tooth. It was so exciting you would have thought the it was Christmas. I have never seen a kid so excited about a lost tooth. Nick has been wondering the entire school year when he would lose his first tooth, asking me when I thought he would lose a tooth, imagining that he had a loose tooth. Kids in his class seemed to be loosing teeth left and right. He had he bottom two, middle teeth start coming in behind the baby teeth about 4 weeks ago. Luckily we had a dentist appointment that week in which the dentist said, "the baby teeth are loose, just work on them and they should come out." Four weeks later with lots of work, Dad yanked that tooth out for Nicklas and made the boy happy as could be. The next morning Nick said to me, " This is going to be a great day! I lost a tooth, the tooth fairy brought me money and now I get to go have my Kindergarten Program!" &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;Congrats Nick!. First Tooth! Can't wait for the other one to come out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_r2LdjpnvI/AAAAAAAAAks/U_6WKXHUzTs/s1600/IMGP4104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474958973795409650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_r2LdjpnvI/AAAAAAAAAks/U_6WKXHUzTs/s200/IMGP4104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_r2K_FNQII/AAAAAAAAAkk/n298ip3e_Ak/s1600/IMGP4103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474958965614657666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_r2K_FNQII/AAAAAAAAAkk/n298ip3e_Ak/s200/IMGP4103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-1705167453917472921?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1705167453917472921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=1705167453917472921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1705167453917472921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1705167453917472921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2010/05/nicks-first-lost-tooth.html' title='Nick&apos;s First Lost Tooth!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_r2LdjpnvI/AAAAAAAAAks/U_6WKXHUzTs/s72-c/IMGP4104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-2553533359599740418</id><published>2010-05-24T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:08:21.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex's Soccer Season!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alex's soccer season has come to an end. It has been a hard fought season with more losses than wins but I am so proud of him. Alex has had the greatest attitude this soccer season- both on the soccer field and at home. After the games whether win or lose- he wears a smile on his face. He is the first one to comment on what a great play Daimon or Josh made. He asks us if we saw certain plays he made. I have loved it. On practice days, he doesn't even care he doesn't have time to play between homework and practice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_rksnWlldI/AAAAAAAAAkc/DADzOXn4z7I/s1600/IMGP4028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474939752151356882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_rksnWlldI/AAAAAAAAAkc/DADzOXn4z7I/s200/IMGP4028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Alex has always enjoyed sports- that being ALL sport! This spring is the first glimpse of him possibly sticking with one, and then playing others when he can fit them in. I finally see him being passionate about one sport - not five. It's really exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_rksJ-dlcI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Q6wdsFEVPXU/s1600/IMGP4015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474939744265541058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_rksJ-dlcI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Q6wdsFEVPXU/s200/IMGP4015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alex plays defender on his team and he has really learned how to play his position well over the last year. The kid is aggressive and he plays hard, even when the kid is much bigger than him. He can catch just about anybody and get in his way or kick the ball away. He's had some awesome headers this season also. It has been a blast watching him play this season and I can't wait for Fall Soccer to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_rkrlei7_I/AAAAAAAAAkM/N16Y2OUEJrA/s1600/IMGP4008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474939734467997682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_rkrlei7_I/AAAAAAAAAkM/N16Y2OUEJrA/s200/IMGP4008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Alex and his friend Daimon got to be the captains at this game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was exciting, and it was one of the games they won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-2553533359599740418?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2553533359599740418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=2553533359599740418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2553533359599740418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2553533359599740418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2010/05/alexs-soccer-season.html' title='Alex&apos;s Soccer Season!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_rksnWlldI/AAAAAAAAAkc/DADzOXn4z7I/s72-c/IMGP4028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-2806538988359366740</id><published>2010-05-17T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:10:38.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate the Little Tree Climber!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472359629313471586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_G6Fsxq9GI/AAAAAAAAAj0/-Nz70NhcKig/s200/IMGP3895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Invincible Kate thinks she can climb trees now.. She tells me she is very careful and she isn't going to fall, but mom is not as confident and just about had a heart attack when she looked out her bedroom window to see Kate about halfway up the tree for the first time. I asked her how she got up there, to which I was informed that Ella (her adorable friend) gave her a boost. How very nice of her! No matter how much Bryan and I tell her that is dangerous she insists that she is very careful and she will not fall. Good to know don't you think!! If only we could all be so confident as a 4 yr. old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472359620819965410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_G6FNIqVeI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Rpnj8t_JcgU/s200/IMGP3892.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kate about midway up the tree, looking mighty, mighty happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_G6GRYMp9I/AAAAAAAAAj8/vP-vgXETD4o/s1600/IMGP3896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472359639138740178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_G6GRYMp9I/AAAAAAAAAj8/vP-vgXETD4o/s200/IMGP3896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Ella and Kate- how precious is that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-2806538988359366740?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2806538988359366740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=2806538988359366740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2806538988359366740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2806538988359366740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2010/05/kate-little-tree-climber.html' title='Kate the Little Tree Climber!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S_G6Fsxq9GI/AAAAAAAAAj0/-Nz70NhcKig/s72-c/IMGP3895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-2355392206707527069</id><published>2010-05-10T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:21:04.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam Glorious Jam!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S-hoLkS37SI/AAAAAAAAAjk/IiR5_2dOc2c/s1600/IMGP3885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469736295372156194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S-hoLkS37SI/AAAAAAAAAjk/IiR5_2dOc2c/s200/IMGP3885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I know! I know! You are all thinking I am crazy blogging about my jam, but I have to because I absolutely love it. Believe me- once you can your own jam you can never return to the horrible jam they sell at the store, there is absolutely no comparison. I am grateful to have a wonderful canning friend  (along with our two wonderful husbands, who so willingly assist) who makes it so much fun. Thanks Michele!!&lt;br /&gt;  This year we canned an obscene amount of jam- over 60 jars, but I needed to make enough to supply my sweet mom and dad with a years supply also. Yes, they absolutely love it also and it is my own fault for getting them hooked on it in the first place. My mom likes to tease me about how domestic I am compared to her (Cooking and canning not her thing) , but it is because of her I am willing to try new things that at first seem difficult but then turn out to be fun and rewarding all at once. So thanks mom!&lt;br /&gt;  I enjoy my jam almost daily with my fix of peanut butter and enjoy the little reminder of childhood it gives me. So cheers to homemade jam- it is the very best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-2355392206707527069?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2355392206707527069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=2355392206707527069' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2355392206707527069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2355392206707527069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2010/05/jam-glorious-jam.html' title='Jam Glorious Jam!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S-hoLkS37SI/AAAAAAAAAjk/IiR5_2dOc2c/s72-c/IMGP3885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-448857016257791830</id><published>2010-05-07T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T10:16:42.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Birdcracker?</title><content type='html'>Bryan came home from Nicklas' soccer practice earlier this week with the cutest Kate story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate came up to Bryan with this little stick she had found in the grass. The stick had two little holes in it and Bryan asked her who she thought made those holes in the stick.&lt;br /&gt;Kate replied, "maybe a Birdcracker?"&lt;br /&gt;Bryan was thinking what in the world is a birdcracker, finally he thought maybe she meant a woodpecker, so her asked her.&lt;br /&gt;Kate said, "Yeah. A Woodpecker!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just picture Kate's little face during this discussion and it just brings a smile to mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-448857016257791830?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/448857016257791830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=448857016257791830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/448857016257791830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/448857016257791830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-birdcracker.html' title='It&apos;s a Birdcracker?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-4000565611649327844</id><published>2010-04-22T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:10:11.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Soccer Season Begin!!</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday, April 17th marked the official beginning of our kids soccer seasons. We had games at 9:00, 11:00 and 2:30. Yes, that means we are a little crazy. I have to admit it was wonderful. I have always loved watching my boys play sports and this year Kate joins in the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicklas' game started the day, and yes I am his mother, but he really is an awesome soccer player and I love watching him. He even scored a goal and his team won 4-0. Great Game Nick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate's game was next and boy was that fun to watch, our little Kate getting in the mix of all those little 3-4 years olds kicking their legs everywhere. She played very well, (thanks to all the times Nick makes her practice with him) and unlike our last pre-K soccer experience with Nick- she didn't insist on holding the coaches hand the entire time.  Way to go Kate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex had the afternoon game and played his little heart out, as always. He is a very hard worker and tends to put it all out there when he plays. His team played a very talented team and lost&lt;br /&gt;4-0, but they played them tough and it was fun to watch. Alex's footwork has improved so much since he started playing on his competition league and it has been lots of fun to watch him progress so much in the sport. Great playing Alex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S9CblhGfTgI/AAAAAAAAAjc/E9JBZ_FvsUQ/s1600/IMGP3882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463037416843464194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S9CblhGfTgI/AAAAAAAAAjc/E9JBZ_FvsUQ/s200/IMGP3882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S9CblO3zSVI/AAAAAAAAAjU/adardA05ook/s1600/IMGP3880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463037411950020946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S9CblO3zSVI/AAAAAAAAAjU/adardA05ook/s200/IMGP3880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all excited for the season and look forward to the next 7 weeks of craziness. Practices every night of the week and games all day Saturdays. I wouldn't trade it for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-4000565611649327844?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4000565611649327844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=4000565611649327844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/4000565611649327844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/4000565611649327844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-soccer-season-begin.html' title='Let Soccer Season Begin!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S9CblhGfTgI/AAAAAAAAAjc/E9JBZ_FvsUQ/s72-c/IMGP3882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-8715986232563368547</id><published>2010-04-19T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:47:30.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go REAL Salt Lake!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S8za4eoiBTI/AAAAAAAAAjM/qHNQPNIBFA4/s1600/IMGP3872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461981111924163890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S8za4eoiBTI/AAAAAAAAAjM/qHNQPNIBFA4/s200/IMGP3872.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Handsome Sons!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we are REAL Salt Lake Soccer season ticket holders. We are very excited about it and have made it through our first game on Apr. 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and can't wait for the next one. The boys absolutely love it. They are both so into soccer right now that they think going to the Major League Soccer is a blast and I have to admit it is pretty darn fun now that I understand the game a lot better. 4 yr. old Kate even made it through the entire game though I am certain we won't take her to every one of them- she could probably enjoy a few more if I invested in a pair of pom-poms for the occasion. I hope the boys continue to enjoy it and it is quality family time.&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/8719203308982776608-8715986232563368547?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8715986232563368547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=8715986232563368547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8715986232563368547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8715986232563368547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2010/04/go-real-salt-lake.html' title='Go REAL Salt Lake!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S8za4eoiBTI/AAAAAAAAAjM/qHNQPNIBFA4/s72-c/IMGP3872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-3832708044793666385</id><published>2010-04-19T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:34:32.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle Toes!!</title><content type='html'>I have to share a very adorable story about my very adorable Kate. For several months, possibly close to a year now, my sweet daughter has been asking for these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt; shoes called "Twinkle Toes". Now, I have to admit it- "I am cheap". I rarely pay $40 for a pair of shoes for myself - let alone my 4 yr. old. SO... needless to say I had managed to hold her off by saying they did not come in her size, ( which originally was true)- next I tried the honesty approach by just stating they were too expensive. Well- they went on sale at Kohl's and I had a 30% off coupon so I broke down and purchased them with a little pressure from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nicklas&lt;/span&gt; in the mix also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet Kate is in heaven and thinks they are the most beautiful shoes and they even light up ( which I have managed to avoid light up shoes for 9 yrs. now- it figures the little girl would be able to wear me down on this one). Now I just have to hope her size 7 feet stay that size for at least a few more months. The upside is she enjoys walking on her own more so she can see them light up! Yeah for mom and dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S8zYNdb_87I/AAAAAAAAAjE/OhOgmiFndgw/s1600/IMGP3868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461978173845533618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S8zYNdb_87I/AAAAAAAAAjE/OhOgmiFndgw/s200/IMGP3868.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Pure Delight!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S8zYM8p2GXI/AAAAAAAAAi8/rUcrrjNPyMM/s1600/IMGP3863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461978165045238130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S8zYM8p2GXI/AAAAAAAAAi8/rUcrrjNPyMM/s200/IMGP3863.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look at those pretty Shoes!&lt;/span&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/8719203308982776608-3832708044793666385?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3832708044793666385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=3832708044793666385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/3832708044793666385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/3832708044793666385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2010/04/twinkle-toes.html' title='Twinkle Toes!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/S8zYNdb_87I/AAAAAAAAAjE/OhOgmiFndgw/s72-c/IMGP3868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-1991937593988373042</id><published>2010-03-08T14:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:22:30.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh. Kate, Kate Kate!!</title><content type='html'>My sweet little Kate cracks me up. Last week I took Kate over to her friend Ella's house. As she was getting out of the car she says to me "How long do I get to stay?"&lt;br /&gt;I said " I will be back to get you in about an hour."&lt;br /&gt;She turns to me and says, " I can walk home."&lt;br /&gt;To which I reply, " no, you are 4 and I will pick you up."&lt;br /&gt;Kate then says, "But I really want to walk home."&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say of course I picked her up, but I will never forget the look on her face when she told me she would walk home. I think Kate is 4 trying to skip ahead to 12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-1991937593988373042?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1991937593988373042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=1991937593988373042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1991937593988373042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1991937593988373042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-kate-kate-kate.html' title='Oh. Kate, Kate Kate!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-9039379401286128400</id><published>2010-01-06T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:41:41.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What year were you born?</title><content type='html'>I don't often have cute 9 year old Alex stories to relay, but today I thought I would tell you something funny his Grandpa Max shared with his dad and I. Bryan's dad, Grandpa Max, agreed to take Alex to the Jazz Game with his Jr. Jazz tickets last Saturday. Grandpa said Alex was just full of information, stats on famous sports professionals, World War information, etc. Here is the cutest thing of all.&lt;br /&gt;Max said Alex asked him what year he was born, to which he replied- 1942. Alex then said,          " Grandpa you were 3 yrs old when World War II ended"- Grandpa decided right there Alex was a pretty smart kid and probably knows more then him. That is just so Alex for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-9039379401286128400?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/9039379401286128400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=9039379401286128400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/9039379401286128400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/9039379401286128400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-year-were-you-born.html' title='What year were you born?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-2298284594980684224</id><published>2009-12-02T09:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:12:38.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jedi Training Academy!</title><content type='html'>Our last trip to Disneyland (3 Yrs ago) the boys were just dying to get to be a Jedi for the Jedi Training Academy Show. We went to the show 2 or 3 times to try and get them the chance, with no luck. This time it really paid off to have my dad there. He was totally jumping up and down, pointing at the boys trying to get them picked to do it, and they both got up there and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the boys before the start of the show. We got there close to 30 min. early so we could be in the very front- thus have a better chance to be chosen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410699506425687058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SxaqiLLibBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/sViGIcA8eF4/s200/IMGP3596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nick got picked at the very beginning and boy was he a very serious Jedi in Training, the kid didn't crack a smile the whole time he was up there. I wasn't even sure the kid was having fun, but when it was all over and I asked him if it was fun he verified it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410699512282613522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sxaqig_8BxI/AAAAAAAAAic/peSvmMixdw8/s200/IMGP3607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alex got picked at the very end- I was starting to sweat it. I was afraid he was going to be so disappointed if he didn't get to do it also. He looked like he was having a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410699522558304178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SxaqjHR2n7I/AAAAAAAAAik/pTnQ6DDsljo/s200/IMGP3615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are both of them fighting Darth Vader, that was really cool. They both agreed that was the funnest part.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410699537313923602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sxaqj-P3ghI/AAAAAAAAAi0/EdtvEzftx4A/s200/IMGP3631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sxaqjd8c7NI/AAAAAAAAAis/MA6k87vkAV4/s1600-h/IMGP3621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410699528642555090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sxaqjd8c7NI/AAAAAAAAAis/MA6k87vkAV4/s200/IMGP3621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they both earned there Jedi Master Certificates and it was one of the highlights of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-2298284594980684224?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2298284594980684224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=2298284594980684224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2298284594980684224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2298284594980684224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/12/jedi-training-academy.html' title='Jedi Training Academy!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SxaqiLLibBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/sViGIcA8eF4/s72-c/IMGP3596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-31831708962120310</id><published>2009-12-02T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:52:30.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate and the Disney Princesses!</title><content type='html'>The cutest thing ever was watching Kate wait so patiently in the worst of all the lines we had to stand in to meet a princess. She was so adorable, she would hug them and blow them kisses and it was the sweetest, cutest thing ever. The princesses were by far the most important thing for Kate. She also had to get her face painted. One our first day in the park my mom and I took Kate to see the princesses and when we left she saw a little girl getting her face painted. Needless to say that was all Kate could talk about that night and the next day, so I promised her that first thing on our last day there we would go get her face painted and we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sxam_L3Pl4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/fSW4gFAbDG8/s1600-h/IMGP3590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410695606778697602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sxam_L3Pl4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/fSW4gFAbDG8/s200/IMGP3590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kate and Cinderella!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sxam-wGxdUI/AAAAAAAAAiE/MqPWjDuZebU/s1600-h/IMGP3583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410695599327638850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sxam-wGxdUI/AAAAAAAAAiE/MqPWjDuZebU/s200/IMGP3583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't this unicorn mask so adorable, she kept saying to me, " Don't I look so pretty!". Kate you are always pretty your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SxamkJ2gd_I/AAAAAAAAAh8/0_T2uPHR9Hg/s1600-h/IMGP3489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410695142382270450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SxamkJ2gd_I/AAAAAAAAAh8/0_T2uPHR9Hg/s200/IMGP3489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White and Kate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SxamjtdcngI/AAAAAAAAAh0/MRS-UOKy7ec/s1600-h/IMGP3588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410695134760967682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SxamjtdcngI/AAAAAAAAAh0/MRS-UOKy7ec/s200/IMGP3588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Aurora (Sleeping Beauty) and Kate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sxamjb-xM6I/AAAAAAAAAhs/1Qa2VP7JLX0/s1600-h/IMGP3551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410695130068890530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sxamjb-xM6I/AAAAAAAAAhs/1Qa2VP7JLX0/s200/IMGP3551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We even got the boys to go with Kate to see Jasmine and Aladdin. Aladdin asked the boys if they were Kate's bodyguards, It was so cute. Alex was totally not excited about it, but in the end he decided to cooperate. Thanks Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sxami589EEI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wddn4njJMnM/s1600-h/IMGP3451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410695120934473794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sxami589EEI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wddn4njJMnM/s200/IMGP3451.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Belle and Kate!&lt;br /&gt;Kate was so adorable with the princesses, it was definitely a highlight of the trip to see her so in awe of them and so excited to give them a hug and talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sxamias3jtI/AAAAAAAAAhc/AZbUvrIzsmA/s1600-h/IMGP3449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410695112545504978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sxamias3jtI/AAAAAAAAAhc/AZbUvrIzsmA/s200/IMGP3449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ariel ( the Little Mermaid) and Kate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/8719203308982776608-31831708962120310?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/31831708962120310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=31831708962120310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/31831708962120310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/31831708962120310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/12/kate-and-disney-princesses.html' title='Kate and the Disney Princesses!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sxam_L3Pl4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/fSW4gFAbDG8/s72-c/IMGP3590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-1471639183668776384</id><published>2009-11-23T13:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:40:09.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland!!!</title><content type='html'>Our family went to Disneyland the end of October and had a wonderful time. We invited my mom and dad to go with us and I really think the kids enjoyed having Grandma and Grandpa there. We totally ran them ragged but I think they had a great time. The kids loved the rides and we all enjoyed all the wonderful Halloween decorations at both Disneyland and California Adventure. Disneyland always goes all out, no cutting corners for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SxajPxMVRoI/AAAAAAAAAhU/V3dTg5bVjiU/s1600-h/IMGP3555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410691493630658178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SxajPxMVRoI/AAAAAAAAAhU/V3dTg5bVjiU/s200/IMGP3555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys loved the Grizzly River Rapids and rode it several times. I think they wanted to get as soaked as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SxajPv3KmJI/AAAAAAAAAhM/diJF9IVbgCQ/s1600-h/IMGP3479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410691493273442450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SxajPv3KmJI/AAAAAAAAAhM/diJF9IVbgCQ/s200/IMGP3479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all love the new Toy Story Mania Ride, it was very fun and we all could ride it so that was a big plus. You collect points by playing these 3-D arcade games as you go through the ride. It was so fun, I could have ridden it all day long. We also like to see who could get the highest score. By the end Bryan and my dad were by far the best and they wouldn't let us forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SxajPKKzZmI/AAAAAAAAAhE/LfNBaXfwlwg/s1600-h/IMGP3468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410691483155261026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SxajPKKzZmI/AAAAAAAAAhE/LfNBaXfwlwg/s200/IMGP3468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacups was Kate's favorite ride and she always insisted they get in a pink one. You should have seen her face it was priceless. She had the biggest grin ever. Of course Dad did the spinning and according to Kate he needed to go much, much faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SxajOqNowNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/IfDP5OSEeRI/s1600-h/IMGP3436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410691474577211602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SxajOqNowNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/IfDP5OSEeRI/s200/IMGP3436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also very lucky to have our niece Whitney drive up from San Diego one of the days. We miss her and loved having her spend the day with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SxajOK9b23I/AAAAAAAAAg0/NGD-Iio3VRw/s1600-h/IMGP3424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410691466187758450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SxajOK9b23I/AAAAAAAAAg0/NGD-Iio3VRw/s200/IMGP3424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed the awesome Halloween Screams Fireworks show, the Disney parade and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pixar&lt;/span&gt; Parade. I think Kate really enjoyed the parades, you should have seen how cute she was waving at the characters and dancing, it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys got to finally attend the Jedi Training Academy and fight Darth Vader, how cool is that. It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; one of their highlights of the trip.&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/8719203308982776608-1471639183668776384?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1471639183668776384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=1471639183668776384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1471639183668776384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1471639183668776384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/11/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SxajPxMVRoI/AAAAAAAAAhU/V3dTg5bVjiU/s72-c/IMGP3555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-8677081676629986002</id><published>2009-11-23T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:18:01.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a Butterfly!</title><content type='html'>Here is a very funny and cute story courtesy of Kate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We were in Disneyland last month (more to come on that) and while watching T.V. Kate and Nick were trying to decide what iCarly was dressed up as in a Halloween Special. Kate said "She is a bee, Nick."  To which Nick replied, "No, she is a butterfly!"&lt;br /&gt;   While this conversation was taking place my dad was showing my mom this museum information in a magazine and Kate asked my dad if she could see it for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;She took the magazine and said to Nick, "This is a butterfly" ( it was an artists rendering of a butterfly) and then she pointed to the television and said " that is a bee." Needless to say my parents thought is was hysterical and so did I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-8677081676629986002?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8677081676629986002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=8677081676629986002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8677081676629986002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8677081676629986002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-butterfly.html' title='This is a Butterfly!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-9046714972280635952</id><published>2009-10-21T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:16:47.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lego Boy!! Nick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/St9Z62J1AXI/AAAAAAAAAgk/L3F0C821mRQ/s1600-h/IMGP3290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395129746117165426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/St9Z62J1AXI/AAAAAAAAAgk/L3F0C821mRQ/s200/IMGP3290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicklas loves, loves, loves Legos. The kid can incredibly assemble 400 piece Lego set completely on his own. I find it so impressive that not only he has the patience to spend a couple hours doing it, but that he figures it all out so easily. Anyway the kid got a ton of Lego's for his birthday last month and quickly put them all together by himself (occasionally his friend Rhett helped) and he needed absolutely no assistance from his dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-9046714972280635952?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/9046714972280635952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=9046714972280635952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/9046714972280635952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/9046714972280635952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-lego-boy-nick.html' title='My Lego Boy!! Nick!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/St9Z62J1AXI/AAAAAAAAAgk/L3F0C821mRQ/s72-c/IMGP3290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-8493966938904584244</id><published>2009-10-21T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:16:04.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Days of School!!</title><content type='html'>This year is a little strange, for the first time all of my children will be in school and all of them will be on completely different schedules. So far it is adding a lot of variety to my daily stay at home mom routine and I am so far enjoying it. Kate goes to preschool in the morning and Nick goes to Kindergarten in the afternoon which allows me a little alone time with both of them. That is so nice. All of them have fabulous teachers and I already know we are going to have a great school year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/St9WaMEUAdI/AAAAAAAAAgM/xXxPqmTAkPI/s1600-h/IMGP3289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395125886529044946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/St9WaMEUAdI/AAAAAAAAAgM/xXxPqmTAkPI/s200/IMGP3289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is in the 4th grade this year, I seriously can't believe that I have a 4th grader already. I am feeling little old. Anyhow, he loves school and enjoys getting to see his friends every day. He is very much a social child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/St9WaiaMc_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/GDRP6wBrRYM/s1600-h/IMGP3299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395125892526404594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/St9WaiaMc_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/GDRP6wBrRYM/s200/IMGP3299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicklas started Kindergarten and is really liking it.&lt;br /&gt;He loves going to school everyday and learning new&lt;br /&gt;things. He can't wait to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/St9bakDRrBI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ZOmosf_pPu0/s1600-h/IMGP3298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395131390525287442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/St9bakDRrBI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ZOmosf_pPu0/s200/IMGP3298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate, on her first day of Preschool. She was so excited, she&lt;br /&gt;is glad to go to school like her brothers. It is super cute. Her&lt;br /&gt;backpack is almost as big as her and is a princess backpack she picked out herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-8493966938904584244?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8493966938904584244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=8493966938904584244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8493966938904584244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8493966938904584244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-days-of-school.html' title='First Days of School!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/St9WaMEUAdI/AAAAAAAAAgM/xXxPqmTAkPI/s72-c/IMGP3289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-8446292612384396807</id><published>2009-09-03T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:06:00.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palm Springs Air Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Following are a ton of photos and memories from a great week long vacation we took with my parents to Palm Springs the first week of August. My parents were kind enough to invite us to come with them and use one of their time shares for the week- it was awesome. We stayed in a really nice Marriott timeshare and enjoyed watching movies, swimming, visiting a couple museums and hanging out with Grandma and Grandpa- it was a fabulous and relaxing vacation. Thanks again Mom and Dad, we had a great time with you and can't wait to go back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Palm Springs Air Museum and it is filled with airplanes from WWII. They even had a small model replica of Pearl Harbor that had lights and told you the order of the attack on Pearl Harbor. It told you the damage on each ship, etc. It was really cool.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBJcD7ja_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/idDUAzZ7X0o/s1600-h/DSC_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377378701520628722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBJcD7ja_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/idDUAzZ7X0o/s320/DSC_0130.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex standing in front of a P51 Mustang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBJbhik6xI/AAAAAAAAAf4/NakiQ9cGyNM/s1600-h/DSC_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377378692289063698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBJbhik6xI/AAAAAAAAAf4/NakiQ9cGyNM/s320/DSC_0146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is where the gunner sat on the B-25 Mitchell. A veteran that was a gunner was there on the day we visited giving the tour of this airplane. The space was very tight and you can see that the area the gunner was in was very small, but the glass and metal surrounding him was bullet proof and he could release directly out of it if he had to parachute out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBJazjVMHI/AAAAAAAAAfw/F6iCTS2qNZ0/s1600-h/DSC_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377378679944196210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBJazjVMHI/AAAAAAAAAfw/F6iCTS2qNZ0/s320/DSC_0160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate and her Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBJaBtTMRI/AAAAAAAAAfo/_do3qUsq1TQ/s1600-h/DSC_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377378666564235538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBJaBtTMRI/AAAAAAAAAfo/_do3qUsq1TQ/s320/DSC_0141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys got to go inside and tour a B-25 Mitchell. ( No, I do not remember the names of these planes, but Alex does. - that kid has an incredible memory.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBJZuHPAMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TI-FsEABXRc/s1600-h/DSC_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377378661304303810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBJZuHPAMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TI-FsEABXRc/s320/DSC_0126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma and Kate looking pretty as a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-8446292612384396807?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8446292612384396807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=8446292612384396807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8446292612384396807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8446292612384396807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/09/palm-springs-air-museum.html' title='Palm Springs Air Museum'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBJcD7ja_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/idDUAzZ7X0o/s72-c/DSC_0130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-4655249362241280395</id><published>2009-09-03T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:01:36.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming, Swimming and more swimming!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Palm Springs is very hot in August- every day we were there the temperature was over 110 Degrees. Are we crazy? No way. We spent at least 2 hours a day at the pool (in the pool) and it was a blast. The kids months of swimming lessons paid off, and we all had a wonderful time playing in the pool. Grandpa had as much fun as the little ones- they played catch and did trick flips into the pool while catching the ball. Kate had a great time with the water wings on and her life vest. We really enjoyed just hanging out together and playing. It was my favorite part of the entire vacation - and my kids loved it also.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBH-cCj0JI/AAAAAAAAAfY/iu28CADZ4wo/s1600-h/IMGP3122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377377093084762258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBH-cCj0JI/AAAAAAAAAfY/iu28CADZ4wo/s320/IMGP3122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa getting ready to make a throw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBH91Nx6HI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/8arTDgNWg8w/s1600-h/IMGP3117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377377082662840434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBH91Nx6HI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/8arTDgNWg8w/s320/IMGP3117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate showing Grandma how she floats on her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBH9HmNh9I/AAAAAAAAAfI/8RdjvzO1ejI/s1600-h/DSC_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377377070417283026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBH9HmNh9I/AAAAAAAAAfI/8RdjvzO1ejI/s320/DSC_0112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex doing one of his cool trick catches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBH8rrWh1I/AAAAAAAAAfA/cnXtA_1XEmU/s1600-h/DSC_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377377062922651474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBH8rrWh1I/AAAAAAAAAfA/cnXtA_1XEmU/s320/DSC_0115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick with trick catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBH72LeKQI/AAAAAAAAAe4/7_h_6heIZAw/s1600-h/IMGP3123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377377048561854722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBH72LeKQI/AAAAAAAAAe4/7_h_6heIZAw/s320/IMGP3123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8719203308982776608-4655249362241280395?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4655249362241280395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=4655249362241280395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/4655249362241280395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/4655249362241280395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/09/swimming-swimming-and-more-swimming.html' title='Swimming, Swimming and more swimming!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBH-cCj0JI/AAAAAAAAAfY/iu28CADZ4wo/s72-c/IMGP3122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-7684437772468262412</id><published>2009-09-03T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:54:27.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>General Patton Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As part of our fun in Palm Springs we drove about 45 minutes away to the General Patton Museum- it is literally in the middle of no where, but while touring found out it was where they trained soldiers for WWII. I know this vacation is sounding very much like a history lesson, but I happen to have a 9 yr. old son that is enthralled with WWII. He loves to read about it, watch movies about it, ask his mother who has no clue, dozens of questions about it. You have to take advantage of opportunities to feed the mind at this age- they sometimes are hard to find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really enjoyed this museum- it is so interesting to see all the WWII memorabilia- the place was packed with info and artifacts. You can learn so much interesting stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBFeh5PcdI/AAAAAAAAAew/GfVySEv07yQ/s1600-h/IMGP3148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377374345877221842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBFeh5PcdI/AAAAAAAAAew/GfVySEv07yQ/s320/IMGP3148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Statue of General Patton and his Dog ( don't recall his name- sorry -Alex probably does).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBFd_xlOwI/AAAAAAAAAeo/PKH9YnaXtfI/s1600-h/IMGP3153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377374336718289666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBFd_xlOwI/AAAAAAAAAeo/PKH9YnaXtfI/s320/IMGP3153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This map is printed on silk to help withstand the weather. The green item on it is a clicker- the Army Airborne used this device when being dropped into enemy territory. They would click once and if a friendly was near they would click twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBFdQNuorI/AAAAAAAAAeg/styCKCobWRs/s1600-h/IMGP3176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377374323951444658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBFdQNuorI/AAAAAAAAAeg/styCKCobWRs/s320/IMGP3176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a wall left from a chapel that was at the Desert Training Base here, with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma and Kate posing for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBFcu_HXPI/AAAAAAAAAeY/UgDfE9a9Tm8/s1600-h/IMGP3175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377374315031780594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBFcu_HXPI/AAAAAAAAAeY/UgDfE9a9Tm8/s320/IMGP3175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the boys in front of one of many awesome tanks they had there on display.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBFcAsVbpI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/BoO4FxWxcTI/s1600-h/IMGP3181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377374302604979858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBFcAsVbpI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/BoO4FxWxcTI/s320/IMGP3181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate's favorite way to visit a museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-7684437772468262412?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7684437772468262412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=7684437772468262412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/7684437772468262412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/7684437772468262412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/09/general-patton-museum_03.html' title='General Patton Museum'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SqBFeh5PcdI/AAAAAAAAAew/GfVySEv07yQ/s72-c/IMGP3148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-8847653218975585886</id><published>2009-09-01T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:40:28.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The USS Midway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last part of our trip we went to San Diego for the day and spent around 4 hours on the USS Midway- it was an Air Craft Carrier, now it is a museum. My boys thought it was really cool. They had a ton of planes on deck you could check out up close and you could go through the entire carrier and see where the crew slept, ate, got medical care, the mail room, etc. It was awesome. I would highly recommend it to anyone- well worth the time. We could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have easily spent another hour or two there if we had the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2rhMSLJmI/AAAAAAAAAdY/M07eZkTaZmM/s1600-h/IMGP3200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376642116871726690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2rhMSLJmI/AAAAAAAAAdY/M07eZkTaZmM/s320/IMGP3200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above are Nick and Alex getting briefed in the briefing room (remember Top Gun).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2rggeTvxI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-k3Y7R_ATPo/s1600-h/IMGP3203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376642105111461650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2rggeTvxI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-k3Y7R_ATPo/s320/IMGP3203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the kids listening to the prerecorded tour- you would enter the number for the area you were at and get a detailed tour about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2rgLJYW6I/AAAAAAAAAdI/FdttO5VmI_k/s1600-h/IMGP3216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376642099386538914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2rgLJYW6I/AAAAAAAAAdI/FdttO5VmI_k/s320/IMGP3216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above is a jet all the kids got a chance to sit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2rfSiukqI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fnhwGEPzmiA/s1600-h/IMGP3234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376642084192031394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2rfSiukqI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fnhwGEPzmiA/s320/IMGP3234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo up by the control tower with the plane deck below. Kate was not tall enough to go on this tour and she was very ticked about it. (Luckily for us - my parents had gone before so they entertained Kate while Bryan and I took the boys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2rezWnnXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/qNm-yUotJKk/s1600-h/IMGP3244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376642075819744626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2rezWnnXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/qNm-yUotJKk/s320/IMGP3244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex got to demonstrate steering the boat while the tour guide explained all the men that worked in this area of the control tower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a really fun day and it is incredible to see - it makes you very grateful for the men and women that serve in our military and live on these aircraft carriers for up to 3 months at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-8847653218975585886?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8847653218975585886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=8847653218975585886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8847653218975585886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8847653218975585886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/09/uss-midway.html' title='The USS Midway'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2rhMSLJmI/AAAAAAAAAdY/M07eZkTaZmM/s72-c/IMGP3200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-4575100957691593688</id><published>2009-09-01T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:28:28.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;While in San Diego we took the kids to a San Diego Padres Baseball Game... It was pretty fun-those huge stadiums are so cool. If our kids could have made it to the ninth inning the Padres even won- on a grand slam at that- Bryan and I were way sad we left at the end of the eighth to say the least. We had a great visit with our niece Whitney and her husband Garrett and it was a fun part of the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2qLR3HISI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zi53MXL9rQA/s1600-h/IMGP3249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376640640900079906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2qLR3HISI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zi53MXL9rQA/s320/IMGP3249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick and Alex watching the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2qK5hnafI/AAAAAAAAAco/-p47v9ELOlY/s1600-h/IMGP3251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376640634367470066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2qK5hnafI/AAAAAAAAAco/-p47v9ELOlY/s320/IMGP3251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself and our niece Whitney who lives in Oceanside now!&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2qKNqSHbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/JWeb_W2eL0Q/s1600-h/IMGP3263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376640622592662962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2qKNqSHbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/JWeb_W2eL0Q/s320/IMGP3263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney and Kate at Breakfast at this restaurant at the end of the Pier- it was a great&lt;br /&gt;view of the ocean- very pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2qJjQrxEI/AAAAAAAAAcY/JQ3ArbUxzL8/s1600-h/IMGP3261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376640611211002946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2qJjQrxEI/AAAAAAAAAcY/JQ3ArbUxzL8/s320/IMGP3261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whitney's husband Garrett and Alex ( you can see the ocean behind them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2qJFGJyII/AAAAAAAAAcQ/e4FHHTH_PN0/s1600-h/IMGP3272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376640603113769090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2qJFGJyII/AAAAAAAAAcQ/e4FHHTH_PN0/s320/IMGP3272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of us on the pier. The smudge mark is on every single photo we took &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there. I am very sad about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/8719203308982776608-4575100957691593688?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4575100957691593688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=4575100957691593688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/4575100957691593688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/4575100957691593688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/09/san-diego-fun.html' title='San Diego Fun!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2qLR3HISI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zi53MXL9rQA/s72-c/IMGP3249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-2830179017948764926</id><published>2009-09-01T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:03:47.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Kate!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2oM0NLakI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Yst_-MwAmHw/s1600-h/IMGP3081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376638468276054594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2oM0NLakI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Yst_-MwAmHw/s320/IMGP3081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-2830179017948764926?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2830179017948764926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=2830179017948764926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2830179017948764926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2830179017948764926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/09/cute-kate.html' title='Cute Kate!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Sp2oM0NLakI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Yst_-MwAmHw/s72-c/IMGP3081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-8989795906625457371</id><published>2009-08-18T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:54:28.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures with Kate #4</title><content type='html'>While we were saying prayers a few nights ago this is what transpired:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate was saying the prayer and I was helping her with what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: Dear Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Thank you for our many blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: Thanks for our blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Bless us we will sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: Bless we will sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Bless me(Meaning Kate) I will stay in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: Bless mommy and daddy  they will stay in their bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very funny- huh! She is just too smart for her own good. She looked at me and knew exactly what I meant and yet she had to be a smarty pants and change it around.. This girl is going to cause me much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grief&lt;/span&gt;--- I can already tell. Thank heavens for all the laughs she provides as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-8989795906625457371?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8989795906625457371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=8989795906625457371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8989795906625457371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8989795906625457371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventures-with-kate-4.html' title='Adventures with Kate #4'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-7896099200931465316</id><published>2009-07-11T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:02:30.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Slk0SLPzNsI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zyyJ5qr_8rA/s1600-h/IMGP3040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357370718595266242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Slk0SLPzNsI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zyyJ5qr_8rA/s320/IMGP3040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Slk0QtZaEbI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MIhI9nl6cvQ/s1600-h/IMGP3044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357370693402628530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Slk0QtZaEbI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MIhI9nl6cvQ/s320/IMGP3044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Nick's baseball season just ended also. He loved playing coach pitch this year- much more exciting than t-ball. He never wanted to miss a game or a practice- unlike last year. He is not a bad player when he is paying attention. He can hit the ball rather good and had a few really nice catches and throws to try to get a player out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    He is so cute to watch- I think he could really get to be a good player- he has a really good throw and seems to take it serious enough. Guess we will see if he is still interested come next year. I hope he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-7896099200931465316?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7896099200931465316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=7896099200931465316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/7896099200931465316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/7896099200931465316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/07/baseball.html' title='Baseball !!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/Slk0SLPzNsI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zyyJ5qr_8rA/s72-c/IMGP3040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-1102931362851277711</id><published>2009-07-11T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:50:15.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SlkySf7rDwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/YImIQciyNQI/s1600-h/IMGP2974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357368525124734722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SlkySf7rDwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/YImIQciyNQI/s320/IMGP2974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SlkySA-V40I/AAAAAAAAAbM/bLveIdi4xLU/s1600-h/IMGP2970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357368516814431042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SlkySA-V40I/AAAAAAAAAbM/bLveIdi4xLU/s320/IMGP2970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SlkyRmoNnCI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Ge-mzVqqsNQ/s1600-h/IMGP2965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357368509742292002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SlkyRmoNnCI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Ge-mzVqqsNQ/s320/IMGP2965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it has been another fun season of soccer. To start off Alex made his first goal, followed by a few more. He has become quite a good little player ( I know I am his mom and so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not saying much). He gets in there with the much bigger kids and fights for that ball, and his passing and ball handling has gotten much better. He really enjoyed himself and played as hard as I have ever seen him play any sport. I am very proud of him and glad he had such a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-1102931362851277711?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1102931362851277711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=1102931362851277711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1102931362851277711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1102931362851277711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/07/soccer.html' title='Soccer!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SlkySf7rDwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/YImIQciyNQI/s72-c/IMGP2974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-6292133452698300547</id><published>2009-06-24T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:42:05.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Graduation!!</title><content type='html'>Nick had his little preschool graduation the end of May and as pathetic of a blogger I have become I am just now blogging about it in July. ( I know - I really need to get my life in order.)&lt;br /&gt;He is such a handsome little guy as you can see by the adorable photo below. I must say as Nicklas gets older the kid is way to analytical- that kid comes up with some deep questions- I have to say. I am worried for him because he is always worried about something he thinks isn't going to work out like- Does Dad know where that is?, How am I going to reach? etc., etc. Hopefully some of that will wear off in the next year or two. All I know is that kids head is constantly going and he has more questions than anyone! He definitely keeps me on my toes and my mind sharp.. Gotta love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351001795532612610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SkKTyD8y5AI/AAAAAAAAAas/2sl5mQdoK3A/s320/IMGP2921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Nicklas with his two best buddies, Caleb and Rhett.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SkKTyhG-7aI/AAAAAAAAAa8/0RjSfxn-X0Y/s1600-h/IMGP2937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351001803359972770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SkKTyhG-7aI/AAAAAAAAAa8/0RjSfxn-X0Y/s320/IMGP2937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Miss Tami ( his preschool teacher ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She will be in for a shock next year with our little character Kate joining her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SkKTydfVoLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/7yehws3INNQ/s1600-h/IMGP2934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351001802388381874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SkKTydfVoLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/7yehws3INNQ/s320/IMGP2934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick is happy to say goodbye to preschool. He can't wait to start Kindergarten and go to school every day like his big brother. I know he is going to love school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-6292133452698300547?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6292133452698300547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=6292133452698300547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/6292133452698300547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/6292133452698300547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/06/preschool-graduation.html' title='Preschool Graduation!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SkKTyD8y5AI/AAAAAAAAAas/2sl5mQdoK3A/s72-c/IMGP2921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-4210208154876768888</id><published>2009-06-24T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:57:36.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Grade Opera- A Potion to change the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SkKQk4O7RII/AAAAAAAAAak/ebblpcuvv0Y/s1600-h/IMGP2915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350998270514250882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SkKQk4O7RII/AAAAAAAAAak/ebblpcuvv0Y/s320/IMGP2915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SkKQknH1UPI/AAAAAAAAAac/XYxNLXtVH4k/s1600-h/IMGP2910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350998265921097970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SkKQknH1UPI/AAAAAAAAAac/XYxNLXtVH4k/s320/IMGP2910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Flying Squirrels!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really must say how impressed I was with all that Alex did this year. The 3rd Grade was awesome. He had wonderful teachers, that both him and I both adored- Mrs. Bell, Mrs. Bitner and a great student teacher Mrs. Davis. The end of May Alex's class put on an opera they had been working on since October. They wrote the opera themselves and did all the scenery also. I really have to say it was impressive ( I know - I am probably a little biased about the whole thing but it was great). Alex and a bunch of his buddies choose to be the flying squirrels and they did a wonderful job. What a great learning opportunity for a bunch of 8 &amp;amp; 9 year olds. Way to go kids - you are all very talented and worked very hard to put on a great Opera!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-4210208154876768888?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4210208154876768888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=4210208154876768888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/4210208154876768888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/4210208154876768888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/06/3rd-grade-opera-potion-to-change-world.html' title='3rd Grade Opera- A Potion to change the World'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SkKQk4O7RII/AAAAAAAAAak/ebblpcuvv0Y/s72-c/IMGP2915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-1659929415694054450</id><published>2009-06-05T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:09:43.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures with Kate #3</title><content type='html'>I'm at Target the other day, (sadly enough I went there twice this week- I love that store) with Kate and Nicklas. As Nicklas and I are looking at some new church pants for him Kate manages to find a bra ( a little girl bra). Kate immediately held it up to her chest and said, "Can we buy me these boobies." Nicklas and I started chuckling as Kate continued to say it about 5 more times. This girl really provides our family with a great deal of laughs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-1659929415694054450?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1659929415694054450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=1659929415694054450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1659929415694054450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1659929415694054450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/06/adventures-with-kate-3.html' title='Adventures with Kate #3'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-417715960034826554</id><published>2009-05-21T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:16:42.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheeler Farm Preschool Fieldtrip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/ShXf09VUKbI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xPqvUvaXdM8/s1600-h/IMGP2847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338419034227747250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/ShXf09VUKbI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xPqvUvaXdM8/s320/IMGP2847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 The three friend, Rhett, Caleb and Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/ShXf0ofsZNI/AAAAAAAAAaI/UWzip-gIqGc/s1600-h/IMGP2813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338419028634133714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/ShXf0ofsZNI/AAAAAAAAAaI/UWzip-gIqGc/s320/IMGP2813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             Kate, looking all too serious. ( Not sure why.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/ShXf0ch-EiI/AAAAAAAAAaA/4BgBxkxwJT4/s1600-h/IMGP2818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338419025422455330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/ShXf0ch-EiI/AAAAAAAAAaA/4BgBxkxwJT4/s320/IMGP2818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a fun morning at Wheeler Farm. They kids enjoyed the wagon ride and feeding the ducks. We also saw horses, bunnies, goats and lots of other animals. We even enjoyed a little picnic lunch. It was a fun day and I am glad I was able to go with Nicklas and his class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-417715960034826554?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/417715960034826554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=417715960034826554' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/417715960034826554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/417715960034826554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/05/wheeler-farm-preschool-fieldtrip.html' title='Wheeler Farm Preschool Fieldtrip'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/ShXf09VUKbI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xPqvUvaXdM8/s72-c/IMGP2847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-8476792245450733812</id><published>2009-05-21T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:08:44.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Two Buddies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/ShXdRMDqNnI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/OUYa7gCHyEo/s1600-h/IMGP2801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338416220681680498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/ShXdRMDqNnI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/OUYa7gCHyEo/s320/IMGP2801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/ShXdQtbr67I/AAAAAAAAAZw/Dm7W4AgPuVU/s1600-h/IMGP2797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338416212460956594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/ShXdQtbr67I/AAAAAAAAAZw/Dm7W4AgPuVU/s320/IMGP2797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What would I do without these two cuties home with me every day. They put up with me taking photos of them and dragging them on errands, etc., etc. When I think of not having them here with me during the day it makes me a little sad and a little excited. I love seeing the cute and loving things they do for each other and me. I love to watch them play, they are both so creative and imaginative. They can seriously come up with some original play ideas. It makes me sad to think they won't both be home during the day for much longer because they are my entertainment. I'm excited for that day for the small things: grocery shopping alone, doing housework in half the time without all those interruptions, and so on. I love them so much and am going to try to enjoy our days home together more- the time goes by so fast. Thanks for being my little buddies, Nick and Kate, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-8476792245450733812?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8476792245450733812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=8476792245450733812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8476792245450733812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8476792245450733812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-two-buddies.html' title='My Two Buddies!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/ShXdRMDqNnI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/OUYa7gCHyEo/s72-c/IMGP2801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-8156878243230959345</id><published>2009-05-21T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:59:34.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired Little One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/ShXcNCveObI/AAAAAAAAAZo/EQ48EU4RiYU/s1600-h/IMGP2793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338415049949985202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/ShXcNCveObI/AAAAAAAAAZo/EQ48EU4RiYU/s320/IMGP2793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can tell by my lack of blogging, we have been a bit busy lately. We have been running to baseball, soccer and swimming lessons over the course of the last month. This photo of Kate says it all, " I'm tired."&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/8719203308982776608-8156878243230959345?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8156878243230959345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=8156878243230959345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8156878243230959345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8156878243230959345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/05/tired-little-one.html' title='Tired Little One'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/ShXcNCveObI/AAAAAAAAAZo/EQ48EU4RiYU/s72-c/IMGP2793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-5566463857656125079</id><published>2009-04-17T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:44:35.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Adventures with Kate!!</title><content type='html'>So, I was talking to a girlfriend of mine from elementary and high school the other night and shared this story with her. After telling it to her, I thought I should really blog about it so I would be able to repeat the story to Kate one day when she has children of her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    About two weeks ago at church this happened. Right after Sacrament Meeting Bryan left and I thought Kate was with him, turns out she wasn't. I located her within a minute running around on the chapel stand. As I proceeded to attempted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;retrieve&lt;/span&gt; her, she ran out of the chapel and I was unable to find her. I went and found Bryan, we decided to divide and conquer. Shortly after I can hear Kate screaming and so I follow the sound to the other side of the building and find her being carried by her dad. She was saying, "I just want to go to primary!"&lt;br /&gt;  Bryan had looked in the primary room and Nick motioned to him saying " she's right there". She had walked into primary and proceeded to sit down with the Sunbeam Class, not only was she being very reverent and fitting right in, apparently no one noticed she did not belong there except for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nicklas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;   So the story is very funny in retrospect but at the time I was very stressed about it. I didn't even know the little girl knew where the primary room was. Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-5566463857656125079?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5566463857656125079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=5566463857656125079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/5566463857656125079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/5566463857656125079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-adventures-with-kate.html' title='More Adventures with Kate!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-1578974746209993424</id><published>2009-04-14T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:50:13.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a fun, family filled holiday weekend! It was the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday afternoon the kids had fun coloring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; eggs. Then Bryan and I took the boys to dinner and to see Monsters vs. Aliens. It was a really cute movie and Kate had a wonderful time with her Aunt Bonnie and cousin Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324647051481231986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SeTySDnesnI/AAAAAAAAAYw/k7jVYJ7-IMk/s320/IMGP2708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning we got up and took the kids out to breakfast, then we came back home and went to our neighborhood Easter Egg Hunt. The kids just love the Easter Egg Hunt, but who doesn't love to get free candy. My kids love to hunt for empty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; eggs almost as much as the ones with candy in them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324646114681781042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SeTxbhxFezI/AAAAAAAAAYY/n61A_-kxdCw/s320/IMGP2718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324646119456452002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SeTxbzjdLaI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Aiwm3iPyT2Q/s320/IMGP2724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324646124772633186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SeTxcHW7qmI/AAAAAAAAAYo/8TqlyJPEZgM/s320/IMGP2732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning the kids hunted for their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; baskets and the eggs they had colored. Then the sugar fest began and they were loving life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324647756054417938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SeTy7EW0UhI/AAAAAAAAAY4/cQxF6lwXGe4/s320/IMGP2750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ready for church!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After church we went to my mom and dads for an early dinner and the kids had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; egg hunt with the cousins. It was lots of fun, we just hung out and visited, both my brother and my sister were there with their families.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324649038836814290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SeT0FvF-UdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/JK7QT_bgy6c/s320/IMGP2768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kate with her Fairy wings from my brother and his wife Beth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324649040947056114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SeT0F29GDfI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/8-uXhJmYqjk/s320/IMGP2763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kate and her cousin Arielle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324649031324051938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SeT0FTGyqeI/AAAAAAAAAZA/XKWi8LjHVWs/s320/IMGP2753.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Grandma and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nicklas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After my parents house we went to Bryan's sisters and visited for a couple hours. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; Whitney came to town from California for the weekend so we enjoyed visiting with her. The kids cousins on Bryan's side of the family are a bit older but they hid some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; eggs just for my kids to find and that was really sweet of them. The kids had a great time looking for all of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324651279468746258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SeT2IKGQVhI/AAAAAAAAAZg/jtSXpm-zRpI/s320/IMGP2772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Easter Egg Hunt!&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_5324651272628887074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SeT2HwngXiI/AAAAAAAAAZY/RtjaY0hWaEw/s320/IMGP2782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nick and Kate with cousin Whitney!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a fabulous Easter Sunday!. I just love the spending time with family - especially on Holidays!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-1578974746209993424?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1578974746209993424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=1578974746209993424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1578974746209993424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1578974746209993424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-weekend-fun.html' title='Easter Weekend Fun!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SeTySDnesnI/AAAAAAAAAYw/k7jVYJ7-IMk/s72-c/IMGP2708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-2615934320459162901</id><published>2009-04-03T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:27:27.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beautiful!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SdbFE24z1UI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/iiFLaWf9olw/s1600-h/IMGP2703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320656697028760898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SdbFE24z1UI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/iiFLaWf9olw/s320/IMGP2703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom put this cute scarf in Kate's hair and when she showed it to her in the mirror:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kate said " Oh, its beautiful!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is such a Kate saying that I had to share it. She is all girl, that is for certain.&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/8719203308982776608-2615934320459162901?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2615934320459162901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=2615934320459162901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2615934320459162901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2615934320459162901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-beautiful.html' title='It&apos;s Beautiful!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SdbFE24z1UI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/iiFLaWf9olw/s72-c/IMGP2703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-4361740224125908807</id><published>2009-04-03T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:23:56.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinewood Derby!!</title><content type='html'>This past Tuesday, March 31st was the Pinewood Derby for Alex's Cub Scout Troop. It was a blast.  The boys worked on the cars all weekend, (with lots of help from Grandpa Mark, Thanks Dad, you are the best). Alex made a sleek, cool looking car that was red with black strips and decorated it with University of Utah sticker. Nick's was a great looking black truck with red strips and also sported U of U stickers. Even Kate insisted on a car (it was really a pod racer like off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt;, seeing it had no wheels) and of course she painted hers pink and put flower stickers on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SdbCD49qWwI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HyYyZ67oXpM/s1600-h/IMGP2659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320653381871229698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SdbCD49qWwI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HyYyZ67oXpM/s320/IMGP2659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa Mark, Grandma Evie and Kate waiting for the races to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SdbCDvgfq_I/AAAAAAAAAXo/xK2--11VxeQ/s1600-h/IMGP2668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320653379332975602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SdbCDvgfq_I/AAAAAAAAAXo/xK2--11VxeQ/s320/IMGP2668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick and Grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320653384587886802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SdbCEDFXQNI/AAAAAAAAAX4/mOoszlSHWQU/s320/IMGP2671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On your mark, get set, go!! ( Alex's car is in lane 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320653384828254450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SdbCED-q-PI/AAAAAAAAAYA/O-lFhGfUVRA/s320/IMGP2696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Finish Line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320653388507542210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SdbCERr4csI/AAAAAAAAAYI/0-r6MDYuT-Y/s320/IMGP2700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The boys showing off their awesome cars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Way to go boys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex finished in the top four and had a fabulous time. Can't wait for the next Pinewood Derby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-4361740224125908807?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4361740224125908807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=4361740224125908807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/4361740224125908807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/4361740224125908807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/04/pinewood-derby.html' title='Pinewood Derby!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SdbCD49qWwI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HyYyZ67oXpM/s72-c/IMGP2659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-317717263800296460</id><published>2009-02-19T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:25:50.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with Kate</title><content type='html'>Today on our way to pick up the boys from preschool, Kate and I had the following conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: I don't need a nap today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes you do, or you will be to ornery tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: I will not be ornery. Look at my face.&lt;br /&gt;( I look at her and she has a big cheesy grin on it. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my best laugh of the week!! Where does this girl come up with this stuff! It is priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-317717263800296460?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/317717263800296460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=317717263800296460' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/317717263800296460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/317717263800296460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/02/conversations-with-kate.html' title='Conversations with Kate'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-70922094491832492</id><published>2009-02-19T13:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:20:18.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I can Tie my Shoes Too!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SZ3MP_M5frI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/1mOCHcWdjdg/s1600-h/IMGP2646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304620511147949746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SZ3MP_M5frI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/1mOCHcWdjdg/s320/IMGP2646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my little Nicklas can tie his shoe too. Not 4 or 5 days after he learned how to blow bubbles, this kid figures out how to tie his own shoe. He had been shown but frustration would set in and he will give it a break. The other night he tied the inside tie on his robe and figured that he would also be able to tie his shoe, which he proceeded to do wonderfully. This kid amazes me every day, he is so determined to do things, it is truly inspiring. He said the next thing he is going to learn is how to ride his bike without training wheels. Stay posted for an update on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-70922094491832492?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/70922094491832492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=70922094491832492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/70922094491832492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/70922094491832492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-i-can-tie-my-shoes-too.html' title='Now I can Tie my Shoes Too!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SZ3MP_M5frI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/1mOCHcWdjdg/s72-c/IMGP2646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-681408155563545857</id><published>2009-02-19T13:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:13:54.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good old Basketball!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basketball has been fun this year.. Alex has really improved and enjoys playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SZ3Km1OI1gI/AAAAAAAAAXI/NZqYUTB-vAM/s1600-h/IMGP2597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304618704582530562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SZ3Km1OI1gI/AAAAAAAAAXI/NZqYUTB-vAM/s320/IMGP2597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He has become a pretty good dribbler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SZ3KmfxwfGI/AAAAAAAAAXA/z1VFflKeQC0/s1600-h/IMGP2628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304618698826349666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SZ3KmfxwfGI/AAAAAAAAAXA/z1VFflKeQC0/s320/IMGP2628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And boy does he know how to play defense.. He isn't afraid to get in there and fight for the ball.&lt;br /&gt;It has been fun to watch him. He definitely gives 100%.&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Alex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-681408155563545857?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/681408155563545857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=681408155563545857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/681408155563545857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/681408155563545857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-old-basketball.html' title='Good old Basketball!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SZ3Km1OI1gI/AAAAAAAAAXI/NZqYUTB-vAM/s72-c/IMGP2597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-2189564894113906946</id><published>2009-02-19T12:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:00:55.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowing Bubbles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SZ3HmiscxKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Zv_eO7koOyY/s1600-h/IMGP2585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304615401074508962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SZ3HmiscxKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Zv_eO7koOyY/s320/IMGP2585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick can now blow bubbles. How awesome is that? This kid has some determination in him. A couple of weeks ago my mom showed Nick how to blow a bubble, he thought about it and one day about a week later asked for some bubble gum. He took it and worked on it and worked on it, about 20 minutes later the kid could blow bubbles. It was pretty amazing, his 8 year old brother can't even blow bubbles. Anyhow he is pretty much showing his new talent to anyone that will watch. Way to go Nick!!!&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/8719203308982776608-2189564894113906946?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2189564894113906946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=2189564894113906946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2189564894113906946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2189564894113906946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/02/blowing-bubbles.html' title='Blowing Bubbles!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SZ3HmiscxKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Zv_eO7koOyY/s72-c/IMGP2585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-4296996613399165701</id><published>2009-01-21T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:38:36.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SXeVEge4_4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/II8lTgKgrjo/s1600-h/IMGP2551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293863791668821890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SXeVEge4_4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/II8lTgKgrjo/s320/IMGP2551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to my sweet baby Kate! Today is my baby girls 3rd Birthday! My, how time flies. It makes me sad that my baby is that old already. She is all girl and I have really been enjoying that. She is all about giving loves and hugs and is so motherly with all her beloved stuffed animals. There is just something undeniably sweet and precious about little girls, and I am so blessed to have her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293863785255856962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SXeVEIl660I/AAAAAAAAAVs/D3DiR0tPxnY/s320/IMGP2535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had her birthday party on Monday. It was a ton of fun. Kate got great gifts, all of which she is enjoying, a barbie tricycle, a couple new Barbies, some adorable stuffed animals, princess memory, her own princess mirror and a princess sofa. She is way into Princesses right now and really only wanted a princess dress. Needless to say of course she got one.( my mom bought her one before she had even said that was what she wanted, "Way to go Grandma!") I took Nicklas shopping to pick his own gift for Kate and he carefully picked a Tiara with some beautiful jewelry to go with her princess dress. Since Monday evening Kate has been wearing her princess dress along with her Tiara and jewelry pretty much all the time, I pry it off for nap and meals. She is in heaven and loves me calling her Princess Kate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293863803512858514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SXeVFMmup5I/AAAAAAAAAWE/bxyXO79Bbqo/s320/IMGP2577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293863796320094898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SXeVExz1yrI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UP0PQAfbmKw/s320/IMGP2574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-4296996613399165701?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4296996613399165701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=4296996613399165701' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/4296996613399165701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/4296996613399165701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-kate.html' title='Happy Birthday Kate!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SXeVEge4_4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/II8lTgKgrjo/s72-c/IMGP2551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-3559682980179561448</id><published>2009-01-16T18:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:31:59.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pink Lila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SXFB0wG62kI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WcV6EwtRdhU/s1600-h/IMGP2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292083411659971138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SXFB0wG62kI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WcV6EwtRdhU/s320/IMGP2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kate's birthday is coming up and she had requested a pink "Lila". For any of you that are newer to my blog you may ask yourself, "Who is Lila". Lila is an adorable little lamb that Kate received on her first birthday from a good friend of mine. Lila is Kate's so called "blankie". She must always have her Lila when she takes a nap, goes to bed or any other time she thinks. She pretty much wants to take Lila anywhere we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About two weeks ago I asked Kate what she wanted for her birthday. She said a princess dress and a pink Lila and boy has she stuck to it. I looked up Lila online where she was purchased from to see if she came in pink, she did not. So my mom convinced Kate that we could dye Lila pink for her. My mother in law came to town on Wednesday and she instructed me in the ways of dyeing objects. So needless to say Kate now has her pink Lila and she is very happy about it and is always saying how beautiful Lila is pink. She is all girl and as you can see by the photo above loves to look as girly as possible (she is holding her dear Lila).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292081091352527970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 4px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 2px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SXE_tsShBGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/KTfQEzy_1DI/s320/IMGP2528.JPG" border="0" /&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/8719203308982776608-3559682980179561448?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3559682980179561448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=3559682980179561448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/3559682980179561448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/3559682980179561448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/01/pink-lila.html' title='A Pink Lila'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SXFB0wG62kI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WcV6EwtRdhU/s72-c/IMGP2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-5806265302655865362</id><published>2009-01-16T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:15:23.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Utes!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SXE8r3I3jWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XUcjND_FMGM/s1600-h/IMGP2530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292077761370230114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SXE8r3I3jWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XUcjND_FMGM/s320/IMGP2530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I took Alex and his friend Porter to the Parade for the University of Utah Utes Football Team. For any of you out there that may not follow sports, the Utes went 13-0 for a perfect season and played outstanding against a highly favored Alabama to beat them. It was so much fun to go downtown and see all the support for the team. It was an awesome season and fun for all the fans to be able to help celebrate it.  Even though they couldn't see anything, we even went over to the City and County Building to hear Coach Whittingham, Mayor Becker, Governor Huntsman, team captains- Louie Sakota and Brian Johnson, and our Congressman Matheson speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Of course if you ask the boys, the highlight had to be getting Matt Asiata's signature on their hats and a piece of paper. They also got to high five quite a few players during the parade. It was a fun experience that won this mom some huge kudos with her eight year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292077767646790754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SXE8sOhURGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/HknVJreKt9E/s320/IMGP2532.JPG" border="0" /&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/8719203308982776608-5806265302655865362?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5806265302655865362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=5806265302655865362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/5806265302655865362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/5806265302655865362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-utes.html' title='Go Utes!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SXE8r3I3jWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XUcjND_FMGM/s72-c/IMGP2530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-1613656030758959427</id><published>2009-01-15T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:49:46.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SW-eVuyOF7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/5EZ1peG5M6s/s1600-h/Roberts+Family+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291622183356733362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SW-eVuyOF7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/5EZ1peG5M6s/s320/Roberts+Family+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought I should make a list of the many things my children do that remind me why I love being a mom! I am blessed every day to have them do the sweetest and cutest things ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kate holding my face in her hands and saying, "Mommy, you are beautiful!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicklas drawing me picture after picture which continually fill my scrapbook room. He is a wonderful little artist and I love all the beautiful pictures he gives me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Alex and I sharing an all knowing look together when Kate does something extremely cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Anytime my kids miss me. Being a stay at home mom this does not happen nearly enough- but when it does it melts my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kate when she says "Mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;      I say, "What?"&lt;br /&gt;      Kate says, "I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;      To which I must say, "I love you &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;      This sometimes happens close to 50 times a day.. She will say it constantly in the car and&lt;br /&gt;        I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Nicklas when he comes up and hugs my leg and says, "I just wanted to hug you!" This happens a lot also - sometimes a dozen times in one day. Just another great benefit of being a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Alex when he plays with Nick or Kate. This really doesn't happen a lot because Alex is way more about his friends than his family currently, but when it does it is very precious to watch. He will try to help them and teach them stuff and it is fabulous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-1613656030758959427?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1613656030758959427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=1613656030758959427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1613656030758959427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1613656030758959427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/01/priceless.html' title='Priceless!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SW-eVuyOF7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/5EZ1peG5M6s/s72-c/Roberts+Family+127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-192056880432614834</id><published>2009-01-05T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:15:35.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Exhaustion!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWKT6LcmmmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ACwfliQv878/s1600-h/IMGP2525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287951540200839778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWKT6LcmmmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ACwfliQv878/s320/IMGP2525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Kate totally conked out in the middle of the family room floor. Her brothers were being loud and running around her. Her dad and I were making dinner and there Kate fell asleep. Lets just call it Holiday Exhaustion!!!&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/8719203308982776608-192056880432614834?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/192056880432614834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=192056880432614834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/192056880432614834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/192056880432614834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/01/pure-exhaustion.html' title='Pure Exhaustion!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWKT6LcmmmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ACwfliQv878/s72-c/IMGP2525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-5584285518490834930</id><published>2009-01-05T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:52:31.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah... A Sled!!</title><content type='html'>The boys got sleds from Santa and couldn't wait to try them out .. Day after Christmas the boys constructed a small hill in the front yard to sled down. It was not enough for Alex so he managed to get his dad to give him a push on the slick sidewalk. Even Kate got out there and slid down the hill with her body. She could barely walk through the snow to get to the small hill. It was cute.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWKOXAAj1pI/AAAAAAAAAUs/fvkW8ndcxfk/s1600-h/IMGP2520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287945438276867730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWKOXAAj1pI/AAAAAAAAAUs/fvkW8ndcxfk/s320/IMGP2520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWKOWi-ZF5I/AAAAAAAAAUk/GQ9UHtkyHr8/s1600-h/IMGP2517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287945430483146642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWKOWi-ZF5I/AAAAAAAAAUk/GQ9UHtkyHr8/s320/IMGP2517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWKOWIh54JI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Xmca695-SBk/s1600-h/IMGP2516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287945423384338578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWKOWIh54JI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Xmca695-SBk/s320/IMGP2516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-5584285518490834930?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5584285518490834930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=5584285518490834930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/5584285518490834930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/5584285518490834930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeah-sled.html' title='Yeah... A Sled!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWKOXAAj1pI/AAAAAAAAAUs/fvkW8ndcxfk/s72-c/IMGP2520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-282700819280714976</id><published>2009-01-05T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:51:02.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeks Family Christmas Gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas Day we went to my parents house for a couple hours to visit and eat. It was very fun and relaxing. Bryan was glad to have a few hours off of building Lego's for Nicklas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWJ_TQ48FYI/AAAAAAAAAUU/H07Hd9Up6GI/s1600-h/IMGP2508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287928881414411650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWJ_TQ48FYI/AAAAAAAAAUU/H07Hd9Up6GI/s320/IMGP2508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and Nicklas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWJ_S0J0GCI/AAAAAAAAAUM/gj7AgOoqtOU/s1600-h/IMGP2509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287928873700562978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWJ_S0J0GCI/AAAAAAAAAUM/gj7AgOoqtOU/s320/IMGP2509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother, Eric,  and his cute family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWJ_SVwwrcI/AAAAAAAAAUE/BwMtQkmO7bA/s1600-h/IMGP2507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287928865542417858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWJ_SVwwrcI/AAAAAAAAAUE/BwMtQkmO7bA/s320/IMGP2507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister, Emilie, her fiancee' Ben and cute Max.&lt;br /&gt;(Her three other kids were with their dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWJ_SNNCA_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/reqVTUoZL_g/s1600-h/IMGP2505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287928863245075442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWJ_SNNCA_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/reqVTUoZL_g/s320/IMGP2505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my twin brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWJ_RuOEHXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/eUuON5TDxjs/s1600-h/IMGP2498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287928854927908210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWJ_RuOEHXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/eUuON5TDxjs/s320/IMGP2498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate with her cousin, Arielle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-282700819280714976?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/282700819280714976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=282700819280714976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/282700819280714976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/282700819280714976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/01/weeks-family-christmas-gathering.html' title='Weeks Family Christmas Gathering'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWJ_TQ48FYI/AAAAAAAAAUU/H07Hd9Up6GI/s72-c/IMGP2508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-5191801618291697831</id><published>2009-01-05T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:39:29.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roberts Christmas Eve Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWJ9MiJl-QI/AAAAAAAAATs/HWGdD7096M0/s1600-h/IMGP2442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287926566765328642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWJ9MiJl-QI/AAAAAAAAATs/HWGdD7096M0/s320/IMGP2442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Thought I would post a picture of the Roberts Family Party. My sister in-law decided it would be fun to have an ugly sweater party. We all were instructed to wear an ugly sweater... Boy was that fun... Talk about feeling attractive. Anyway.. The kids and I picked out some real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doozies&lt;/span&gt; at the D.I. Bryan borrowed one. Our family put the best effort into it by far. Bryan actually won the prize for the ugliest sweater- a box of truffles. We gave my dad half the box for loaning us the sweater in the first place. ( yes.. My dad willingly picked a sweater of his for Bryan to borrow for the ugly sweater contest- My dad is awesome.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Other than the sweater contest, we ate a wonderful Christmas meal and played some fun games. We also had the joy of a visit from Santa with a Christmas Eve gift. All in all it was a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-5191801618291697831?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5191801618291697831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=5191801618291697831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/5191801618291697831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/5191801618291697831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2009/01/roberts-christmas-eve-party.html' title='Roberts Christmas Eve Party'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SWJ9MiJl-QI/AAAAAAAAATs/HWGdD7096M0/s72-c/IMGP2442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-896763426320462678</id><published>2008-12-22T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:27:00.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top Ten List- Why I Love Christmas</title><content type='html'>10. Wrapping Presents.. Kind of pathetic I know, but I actually like to wrap presents. I love how pretty they look in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Christmas Cards...I love getting Christmas cards every day..I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; love ones with photos. I love to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every ones&lt;/span&gt; adorable families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The Church Christmas Program... Every year it is wonderful. If you are not yet in the holiday spirit - you leave with the spirit overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Classic Christmas Specials... I love watching all the cute Christmas specials I watched as a kid with my children. It brings back so many memories of when I was a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My kids excitement for Santa... There is something so sweet and pure about my little ones excitement for Santa to come... Nick says something about it almost every single day- it is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Roberts' Family Party... Every year on the 23rd or 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we have Bryan's family party- It is always loads of fun.. We have dinner. We play games.. Laugh way to hard and Santa ( Bryan's dad) always makes an appearance with a few gifts for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Christmas lights, decorations and music... I absolutely love Christmas decorations, they are beautiful. My favorites are the lights and nativity scenes. Christmas music is so beautiful. I love listening to it and singing along (scary with my voice). The Christmas Hymns are my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Christmas Stories about Our Savior, Jesus Christ... I love reading stories to my children that teach about the true meaning of Christmas. I hope they will remember to try to be like Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Grandparents... I am so grateful that Bryan and I both have parents that like to come over early on Christmas morning and watch the kids open their gifts and help us with any assembling that may be required. It is very special to have them come share in the excitement and fun, and start the day off with gratitude for family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Watching my kids open their presents Christmas morning.... Santa spends a great deal of time getting just the right gifts for everyone and I love watching my kids reactions when they open them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-896763426320462678?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/896763426320462678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=896763426320462678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/896763426320462678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/896763426320462678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-top-ten-list-why-i-love-christmas.html' title='My Top Ten List- Why I Love Christmas'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-2213684740700668759</id><published>2008-12-04T10:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:53:14.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am reading!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning as we were driving Alex to school, Kate was looking through her "Barbie and the Diamond Castle" book. Alex was trying to tell her she missed a page, I quickly reminded him she was only two and it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;Kate began to read " Once upon a time...."&lt;br /&gt;Alex says, "Kate, you are in the middle of the book."&lt;br /&gt;To which Kate responds, "I'm two, Leave me alone!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-2213684740700668759?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2213684740700668759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=2213684740700668759' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2213684740700668759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2213684740700668759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/12/i.html' title='I am reading!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-8812844731146508308</id><published>2008-12-04T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:49:49.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious Cake!</title><content type='html'>Sunday evening we were going to Bryan's sisters house for her birthday. We had picked up her cake from Sam's Club the night before and Kate wanted a piece so bad. Bryan told the kids to get their shoes on because it was time to go to aunt Brenda's.&lt;br /&gt;Kate looked at Bryan and said, " yeah! And eat the delicious cake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was priceless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-8812844731146508308?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8812844731146508308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=8812844731146508308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8812844731146508308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8812844731146508308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/12/adventures-with-kate-part-2.html' title='Delicious Cake!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-7725112613736319345</id><published>2008-12-01T13:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:23:08.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures with Kate Part 1</title><content type='html'>One week ago in nursery (at church) Kate had a little run in with one of the leaders. Kate has an issue with climbing, ( she climbs all over, worse than the boys ever did- go figure) and was doing so in nursery. Ryan, one of the nursery leaders, had asked Kate to stop several times.&lt;br /&gt;  Finally, Ryan said, " Kate, if you don't stop being naughty I am going to have to tell your mommy and daddy!" To which Kate said, "You stop being naughty or I am going to tell your mommy and daddy!" I got to say that girl is getting a little to much spunk in her. She is definitely going to be strong willed - of that I am certain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-7725112613736319345?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7725112613736319345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=7725112613736319345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/7725112613736319345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/7725112613736319345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/12/adventures-with-kate-part-1.html' title='Adventures with Kate Part 1'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-7255705264576195729</id><published>2008-12-01T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:15:31.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Little Girls!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/STRTSAP884I/AAAAAAAAATM/RLY07NHogpw/s1600-h/IMGP2420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274932632327353218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/STRTSAP884I/AAAAAAAAATM/RLY07NHogpw/s320/IMGP2420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " I'm a bad guy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/STRTRjCl2VI/AAAAAAAAATE/7mhiebAoZXI/s1600-h/IMGP2421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274932624486685010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/STRTRjCl2VI/AAAAAAAAATE/7mhiebAoZXI/s320/IMGP2421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kate trying in the Barbie Cinderella slippers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/STRTRBhey8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/e_tSg3C35sA/s1600-h/IMGP2416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274932615489440706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/STRTRBhey8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/e_tSg3C35sA/s320/IMGP2416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/STRTQgjkQXI/AAAAAAAAAS0/bcBg6AYa6RM/s1600-h/IMGP2389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274932606639817074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/STRTQgjkQXI/AAAAAAAAAS0/bcBg6AYa6RM/s320/IMGP2389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate's pretty painted toenails!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"They are beautiful mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-7255705264576195729?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7255705264576195729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=7255705264576195729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/7255705264576195729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/7255705264576195729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/12/precious-little-girls.html' title='Precious Little Girls!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/STRTSAP884I/AAAAAAAAATM/RLY07NHogpw/s72-c/IMGP2420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-3446381259661709781</id><published>2008-11-27T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:33:52.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am thankful for so many things: family, friends, health, and so much more. Not to say we haven't had trials this year- we have and do- but I know that Bryan and I will get through them stronger. Thanksgiving makes you think of all the things you do have to be thankful for and that, I can say, is plenty. Thanksgiving is a great day to spend with family, relax a little and reflect on all our blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a fun day of family, delicious food and great company. Tonight some our good friends are coming over to visit, play games and eat some more dessert. What else could you ask for on Thanksgiving.? Hope you all had a great day! You all are a blessing in my life and I am thankful for all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-3446381259661709781?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3446381259661709781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=3446381259661709781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/3446381259661709781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/3446381259661709781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-5454109087786082037</id><published>2008-11-25T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:35:55.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello out there!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I have kind of been out of the blog loop for a few weeks.. Life is busy and I just haven't felt like blogging in a while. I have missed out on taking some great photos of Alex playing flag football and my two little ones playing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate's still being a bossy, girly girl. She got a very old Barbie from me and a gently used Barbie Castle and Cinderella Barbie carriage from her cousin Nicole. Lets just say it consumed her for close to a week and you seriously could have passed it off for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicklas is way into playing with friends.. He loves to play with his friends Caleb and Rhett. Almost daily we have to make the calls to find a playmate. The nice thing is that at five, it requires very little parent intervention- they play fabulous together. Of course I must admit that Nick, Kate and Caleb decided to drink sand water that had been sitting in the sand box for close to a week. Luckily for me- no one has gotten sick yet. I'll keep my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is just busy with school, cub scouts and friends. He is doing great in school. He loves scouts and he also likes to play with his friends on a daily basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-5454109087786082037?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5454109087786082037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=5454109087786082037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/5454109087786082037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/5454109087786082037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-out-there.html' title='Hello out there!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-8054252093408848037</id><published>2008-10-31T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:03:31.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!!!</title><content type='html'>&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;What a fun day it has been so far. We all got to go to the Halloween Parade at the elementary school. Then Grandma Evie babysat Nick and Kate while I got to go help with Alex's class Halloween party. They ate Nachos, made spider cookies and played fun games like Bingo, I Spy and Pumpkin Bucket toss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later Aunt Emilie came over with the cousins and we took some cute pictures. It has been a load of fun so far. Tonight we are looking forward to our chili dinner with grandma and grandpa, a little trick or treating ( my kids last about 30 min. ) and then we are going to watch a movie- "Nightmare before Christmas".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQt-VVgVVuI/AAAAAAAAASs/b43wYgzVzrk/s1600-h/IMGP2356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263439494527669986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQt-VVgVVuI/AAAAAAAAASs/b43wYgzVzrk/s320/IMGP2356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little Pumpkin, cute Ninja and cool Football Player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQt99OqtS2I/AAAAAAAAASk/EN_N2ZCupqg/s1600-h/IMGP2343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263439080375274338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQt99OqtS2I/AAAAAAAAASk/EN_N2ZCupqg/s320/IMGP2343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the cousins getting a photo together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nick, Jordan, Preston, Alex, Kate, Hayden and Max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alex's School Party: ( What a bunch of great 3rd graders, The kids were all so good- I was really impressed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQt9j6rtzjI/AAAAAAAAASc/2lrYX_ZgOJg/s1600-h/IMGP2318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263438645514063410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQt9j6rtzjI/AAAAAAAAASc/2lrYX_ZgOJg/s320/IMGP2318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQt9J3QqohI/AAAAAAAAASU/5D-s4NkJ2AQ/s1600-h/IMGP2320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263438197918704146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQt9J3QqohI/AAAAAAAAASU/5D-s4NkJ2AQ/s320/IMGP2320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids with their carved pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQt80gfvP8I/AAAAAAAAASM/GjXI6tnq3GA/s1600-h/IMGP2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263437831030652866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQt80gfvP8I/AAAAAAAAASM/GjXI6tnq3GA/s320/IMGP2313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Happy Halloween!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-8054252093408848037?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8054252093408848037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=8054252093408848037' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8054252093408848037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8054252093408848037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQt-VVgVVuI/AAAAAAAAASs/b43wYgzVzrk/s72-c/IMGP2356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-7455440877624199630</id><published>2008-10-24T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:45:22.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJb3tR1KVI/AAAAAAAAASE/B4Db51vOJp4/s1600-h/IMGP2233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260868327327476050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJb3tR1KVI/AAAAAAAAASE/B4Db51vOJp4/s320/IMGP2233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Precious and Priceless!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one is my Favorite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJbgIbMIAI/AAAAAAAAAR8/PYmoxKk-WF0/s1600-h/IMGP2251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260867922297626626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJbgIbMIAI/AAAAAAAAAR8/PYmoxKk-WF0/s320/IMGP2251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJbAcGMM0I/AAAAAAAAAR0/o_RF4aZ145Q/s1600-h/IMGP2283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260867377822446402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJbAcGMM0I/AAAAAAAAAR0/o_RF4aZ145Q/s320/IMGP2283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is towards the end and Kate was very disinterested by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJal-iHqxI/AAAAAAAAARs/wTk9pdWd7xI/s1600-h/IMGP2291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260866923209927442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJal-iHqxI/AAAAAAAAARs/wTk9pdWd7xI/s320/IMGP2291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJaOq68aSI/AAAAAAAAARk/RkUM2jJARpo/s1600-h/IMGP2276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260866522808346914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJaOq68aSI/AAAAAAAAARk/RkUM2jJARpo/s320/IMGP2276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheesy &amp;amp; cute Nick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJZwBUfNnI/AAAAAAAAARc/-qz8Zf2wB88/s1600-h/IMGP2264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260865996245120626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJZwBUfNnI/AAAAAAAAARc/-qz8Zf2wB88/s320/IMGP2264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJZYMtj0RI/AAAAAAAAARU/e_cvEYcBrQ4/s1600-h/IMGP2255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260865586986209554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJZYMtj0RI/AAAAAAAAARU/e_cvEYcBrQ4/s320/IMGP2255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamming it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJY_80kz0I/AAAAAAAAARM/PIC6ObaWCeI/s1600-h/IMGP2247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260865170403807042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJY_80kz0I/AAAAAAAAARM/PIC6ObaWCeI/s320/IMGP2247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJYhIbXLqI/AAAAAAAAARE/EDJUy-U5Gqg/s1600-h/IMGP2238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260864640943337122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJYhIbXLqI/AAAAAAAAARE/EDJUy-U5Gqg/s320/IMGP2238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I absolutely love, love, love fall. It is probably my favorite season. I love the leaves changing all those beautiful colors, I love the pleasant weather, I love fall decorations. I just love just about everything about fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided to take my cute kids over to Gardner Village for some cute fall photos. We enjoyed walking around looking at all the fun witches decorating the place and got some real fun pictures in the beautiful fall colors. My kids were cracking me up. Nick and Alex were trying to help out with Kate, but Kate really does have a mind of her own. She only cooperates when she wants to and no one can make her do anything. Despite her stubbornness I got some adorable shots of all of them. I am so grateful for each one of them and the different blessings they add to our family. I love fall and I LOVE my sweet children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-7455440877624199630?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7455440877624199630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=7455440877624199630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/7455440877624199630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/7455440877624199630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-fall.html' title='I Love Fall!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJb3tR1KVI/AAAAAAAAASE/B4Db51vOJp4/s72-c/IMGP2233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-6271542627030588356</id><published>2008-10-24T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:19:04.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firestation Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJW_FcDiII/AAAAAAAAAQ8/00NZbJXTpkk/s1600-h/IMGP2224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260862956513757314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJW_FcDiII/AAAAAAAAAQ8/00NZbJXTpkk/s320/IMGP2224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJWeX7yBcI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/SW3evaiYzRc/s1600-h/IMGP2215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260862394542982594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJWeX7yBcI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/SW3evaiYzRc/s320/IMGP2215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nicklas&lt;/span&gt;' preschool went on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;field trip&lt;/span&gt; to the Fire Station this week and Kate and I went along. It was so much fun. We got to see a firefighter with all his firefighting gear on and we even got to take a short ride in the fire engine. Kate, Nick and I had a wonderful time and I'm glad we had the opportunity to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-6271542627030588356?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6271542627030588356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=6271542627030588356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/6271542627030588356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/6271542627030588356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/10/firestation-field-trip.html' title='Firestation Field Trip'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJW_FcDiII/AAAAAAAAAQ8/00NZbJXTpkk/s72-c/IMGP2224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-6229311841606996525</id><published>2008-10-20T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:38:30.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Season!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SP0HCs0WdAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/47WxYiyKxn0/s1600-h/IMGP2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259367682810475522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 2px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="3" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SP0HCs0WdAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/47WxYiyKxn0/s320/IMGP2179.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SP0GrwdsGUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zy3J7s7Ige0/s1600-h/IMGP2186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259367288652175682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SP0GrwdsGUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zy3J7s7Ige0/s320/IMGP2186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SP0GVsI7DdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/idlmjtUgiEk/s1600-h/IMGP2201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259366909534211538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SP0GVsI7DdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/idlmjtUgiEk/s320/IMGP2201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This fall Alex decided to dump Karate and try something new. He played organized soccer for the first time, and I have to say he loved it. He was such a hard worker when he played and always seemed to have fun. I am so proud of him for that. You always want your kids to be involved in things they love and for Alex that is not hard, the hard part is keeping the passion for it there. I am just so glad he had a great time, played for a great coach, and found something he likes to work hard at. Way to go Alex!!&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/8719203308982776608-6229311841606996525?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6229311841606996525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=6229311841606996525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/6229311841606996525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/6229311841606996525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/10/soccer-season.html' title='Soccer Season!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SP0HCs0WdAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/47WxYiyKxn0/s72-c/IMGP2179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-8921234844413716028</id><published>2008-10-20T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:50:46.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks!! Grandma and Grandpa</title><content type='html'>This is a quick little shout out to my fabulous folks. My parents have been the best this last week and I just didn't want the opportunity to pass without me thanking them for all they do for me and my family. Thursday, my mom graciously took my sister and I and all our kids to the zoo. The kids had a great time and the adults were good and tired by the end. Friday, my mom came and babysat while I went to lunch with some girlfriends and then she came back that evening and babysat-had a movie night with my kids while Bryan and I went to dinner with the fabulous women I serve with in Young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Womens&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To top all this off, my mom and dad met us at Murray Park &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; afternoon and my dad took some family photos for us. I just want to say " Thanks for being the best, Mom and Dad. I love and appreciate you so very much."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-8921234844413716028?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8921234844413716028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=8921234844413716028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8921234844413716028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8921234844413716028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-grandma-and-grandpa.html' title='Thanks!! Grandma and Grandpa'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-1503693639761571736</id><published>2008-10-20T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:44:10.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U of U Football</title><content type='html'>Bryan, Alex and I had a fabulous time Saturday afternoon at the University of Utah Football game, much thanks to our great brother in law who gave us three of his season tickets. Alex absolutely loves sports and he loves to go to games, so what a great opportunity this was for Bryan and I to get to spend a little one on one time with him. Of course it doesn't hurt that the Ute's whipped Colorado State or that we had totally awesome seats on the 45 yard line about 10 rows up or that the weather was wonderful. We had a wonderful time and I am very glad I got to spend some time with two of my favorite guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-1503693639761571736?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1503693639761571736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=1503693639761571736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1503693639761571736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1503693639761571736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/10/u-of-u-football.html' title='U of U Football'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-966433937323218781</id><published>2008-10-08T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:43:02.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All About Pink!!!</title><content type='html'>So I don't think it is possible to be any more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; than Kate is. She has been cracking me up this week so I just had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     First off, yesterday my mom, Kate and I had a girls day. We went to lunch and then we went to our favorite jeweler and had my rings cleaned and my mom had to get her ridiculously small size 4 1/2 wedding ring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;resized&lt;/span&gt; (after 36 years of marriage). While we are at the jewelry store Kate saw a ring with a very large and pretty pink stone on it and decided she would tell her daddy to go buy it for her. Ha..Ha.. Ha. But is that so funny or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Secondly, we are outside last night while Nick and Kate were riding scooters. As Kate is riding her scooter she sees a little neighbor girl on her bike. Kate stop, yells across the street a cute "Hi" and then yells again "You have a pretty bike". The bike of course was pink and I laughed my head off. I think Kate thinks if it is pink, it is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Last but not least, today Kate earned a little pink and purple Hello Kitty notepad for her potty training successes. Shortly after I gave it to her she said to me in her little voice, "It's so pretty, it pink". It was simply priceless. Who would have guessed a cheap little potty prize could bring so much joy to a sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-966433937323218781?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/966433937323218781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=966433937323218781' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/966433937323218781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/966433937323218781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-all-about-pink.html' title='It&apos;s All About Pink!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-1014809528744382492</id><published>2008-09-23T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:12:58.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Canned Peaches!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SNmg4ZFjkRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/viWwuVs5yoE/s1600-h/IMGP2162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249403731344331026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SNmg4ZFjkRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/viWwuVs5yoE/s320/IMGP2162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I happen to be very amazed at my homemaking skills at times. A few years ago a dear neighbor taught me how to can salsa that I absolutely love. Last night, my dear friend and neighbor Michele taught me how to can peaches. It was so fun and now I have all these lovely jars of peaches to show for it. It always makes me very happy to have something so pretty to show for the work (I must say it wasn't to much work- but hey that makes it even better) and to know that my kids are going to really enjoy them.  In a week or two I will share my picture of the salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Michele- you are an awesome friend.&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/8719203308982776608-1014809528744382492?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1014809528744382492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=1014809528744382492' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1014809528744382492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1014809528744382492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-canned-peaches.html' title='I Canned Peaches!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SNmg4ZFjkRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/viWwuVs5yoE/s72-c/IMGP2162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-8344440383887806643</id><published>2008-09-23T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:05:39.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time with Grandma and Grandpa!!</title><content type='html'>My parents were kind enough this past weekend to watch our kids while Bryan and I went away for a night for our anniversary a week ago. They even planned a fun activity for them to do: they took all three of the kids to the AirShow in Wendover ( a little crazy I know, but aren't they awesome to do that!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249400751368702082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SNmeK70ACII/AAAAAAAAAPE/JKVWIwR15YA/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249401280279794642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SNmepuKO09I/AAAAAAAAAPU/ELF_vZL38so/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249401026614233138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SNmea9LpiDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/xgsxkkEXErs/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a great time with Grandma and Grandpa. The boys told me all about the cool tricks the airplanes did. Thanks Grandma and Grandpa for entertaining the kids for us- We love you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-8344440383887806643?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8344440383887806643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=8344440383887806643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8344440383887806643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8344440383887806643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-with-grandma-and-grandpa.html' title='Time with Grandma and Grandpa!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SNmeK70ACII/AAAAAAAAAPE/JKVWIwR15YA/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-7217102825442592356</id><published>2008-09-10T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:25:48.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Fun!!!</title><content type='html'>We went camping last Friday and Saturday with  some Bryan's family at Wasatch State Park. It was quite an adventure to say the very least. First, I am not much of a camper if you can believe that (HA, HA). This was Kate's first time camping and it was all she could talk about all week. She was invited to stay at a cousins while we went and Kate said, "No, Me go camping."        We got up there on Friday night, set up camp and roasted some hot dogs. After our little ones went to bed, we had a great time laughing around the campfire. The only draw back to the first evening was the very limited amount of sleep most of us got. Unfortunately, we had a few inconsiderate campers close to us, they decided to sing into the early morning hours. ( pretty sure they had a little alcohol in them). Luckily our kids slept well.&lt;br /&gt;     The cutest thing was Saturday morning. Kate was sleeping between Bryan and I, the boys had woken up and were putting on there clothes when Kate woke up. She looked around and then with a huge smile said " Good morning !" We all just started laughing. We had a fun time over by the pond with Bryan's sisters family and my in-laws until around lunch when they headed for home.&lt;br /&gt;      Bryan and I took our kids over to Strawberry Reservoir where they had the Salmon spawning and our kids thought that was pretty awesome. Saturday night we went to the park amphitheatre for the Insect show and Alex got to dress up as an insect ( sorry, didn't have my camera with me, bad mom). Sunday morning we packed up and drove over to Cascade Springs- took the little hike and then drove home through  Provo Canyon. All in all I must say it was a successful camp trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244516896703738434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="234" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhEVLaPckI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kM024OV3DW0/s320/IMGP2029.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;Grandpa, Bryan and Kate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhECd0cY0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/BffYmPeMp_k/s1600-h/IMGP2031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244516575227962178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhECd0cY0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/BffYmPeMp_k/s320/IMGP2031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Strawberry Reservoir looking at the Salmon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhDvSNLtKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iGt-6EZwFcU/s1600-h/IMGP2039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244516245692986530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhDvSNLtKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iGt-6EZwFcU/s320/IMGP2039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Salmon. (Kate called them the Pink Fish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhDio5jC0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/hyMmeigUvsA/s1600-h/IMGP2048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244516028446346050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhDio5jC0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/hyMmeigUvsA/s320/IMGP2048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhDKJNDNCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/pWODB9Oe2AQ/s1600-h/IMGP2021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244515607621350434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhDKJNDNCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/pWODB9Oe2AQ/s320/IMGP2021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex and Nicklas being goofy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhC5JikWLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/v3DBgHJBhuI/s1600-h/IMGP2049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244515315653826738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhC5JikWLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/v3DBgHJBhuI/s320/IMGP2049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate and her precious pink ball Alex found and gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhCo5AgHEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Oi1Y5i3DwZ0/s1600-h/IMGP2052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244515036338068546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhCo5AgHEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Oi1Y5i3DwZ0/s320/IMGP2052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeding the duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhCcFf_XmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZozupWXX2bQ/s1600-h/IMGP2061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244514816353066594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhCcFf_XmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZozupWXX2bQ/s320/IMGP2061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate tried to feed them out of her hand. (not a great idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhCOUOCMvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ezwsGv7ghhA/s1600-h/IMGP2065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244514579786117874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhCOUOCMvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ezwsGv7ghhA/s320/IMGP2065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Golf ball hunting. ( A favorite activity at Wasatch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhBwrU_9lI/AAAAAAAAAJk/TR3bBl_gVqg/s1600-h/IMGP2102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244514070593271378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhBwrU_9lI/AAAAAAAAAJk/TR3bBl_gVqg/s320/IMGP2102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhBk2vrfmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JZ6TJSOeCAU/s1600-h/IMGP2103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244513867499535970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhBk2vrfmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JZ6TJSOeCAU/s320/IMGP2103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids and I at Cascade Springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/8719203308982776608-7217102825442592356?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7217102825442592356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=7217102825442592356' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/7217102825442592356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/7217102825442592356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/09/camping-fun.html' title='Camping Fun!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMhEVLaPckI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kM024OV3DW0/s72-c/IMGP2029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-7603904471472923993</id><published>2008-09-09T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:32:23.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nicklas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMb33Qo-MFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/oGJq3DDfB_E/s1600-h/IMGP2136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244151344851202130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMb33Qo-MFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/oGJq3DDfB_E/s320/IMGP2136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sweet little Nicklas was born 5 years ago today, and I still can't believe it has been that long. I still remember the day I came home from the hospital without him ( he had to stay in the NICU for 9 days because he was 4 and 1/2 weeks early). Talk about some emotional turmoil. It's like it was yesterday. He is a great little boy, he is smart and funny and likes to tell me stories.  Last night we had a fun gathering with family and today for the big day he had his first friend party. Luckily for mom, it was a small group of four well behaved boys, and of course Kate. They had a wonderful time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244150791421870834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMb3XC9IwvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/M9HslZ6aHPE/s320/IMGP2138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the little pirates getting ready for the party to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say Aarg!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244150026311604882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMb2qgsompI/AAAAAAAAAJE/AcBHaGdAhc8/s320/IMGP2152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinata time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244149527719798914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMb2NfTFaII/AAAAAAAAAI8/OKXQJqo_8hA/s320/IMGP2154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and Lots of candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-7603904471472923993?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7603904471472923993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=7603904471472923993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/7603904471472923993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/7603904471472923993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-nicklas.html' title='Happy Birthday Nicklas!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMb33Qo-MFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/oGJq3DDfB_E/s72-c/IMGP2136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-4140606408872679389</id><published>2008-09-04T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:41:42.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex's First Cub Pack Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMBiel0_qpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HwsYTgUxDHk/s1600-h/IMGP2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242298243949243026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMBiel0_qpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HwsYTgUxDHk/s320/IMGP2011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was Alex's first Cub Pack Meeting. He got to say the opening prayer, which he was a little distraught about, but he did a fabulous job. He earned his Bobcat along with some belt loops from Cub Country. I think he thought it was pretty great. He has really been enjoying his time at scouts so far and we are looking forward to helping him complete his wolf badge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242298026131971346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="299" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMBiR6ZT3RI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gOAC0RVwjiQ/s320/IMGP2009.JPG" width="213" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Alex and Zach getting welcomed into the Wolf Pack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242298784191116962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMBi-CYsdqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4zt0yZdZVrY/s320/IMGP2018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alex, Grandma Ruth and Nicklas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-4140606408872679389?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4140606408872679389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=4140606408872679389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/4140606408872679389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/4140606408872679389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/09/alexs-first-cub-pack-meeting.html' title='Alex&apos;s First Cub Pack Meeting'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMBiel0_qpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HwsYTgUxDHk/s72-c/IMGP2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-2422188143977244941</id><published>2008-09-04T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:28:54.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend in Blackfoot, Idaho</title><content type='html'>We went to Blackfoot, Idaho this weekend with our good friends and neighbors, Pat and Michele Lindsay and the boys ( Gabe, Calvin and Josh). It was a blast. Not only did we get to experience life in a small town, we got to go to the Southeastern Idaho Parade and the Fair. We had a great time eating and seeing all the farm animals being shown at the fair. The kids had a wonderful time and we look forward to going again some time if Pat's mom can bear it. They feed us way to well every meal and had a very enjoyable time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242294067674377602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="231" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMBerf_ebYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cpiKyuk6MXQ/s320/IMGP1961.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here are the kids waiting for the parade to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMBebvzVPbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sr2QmUiCgwg/s1600-h/IMGP1962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242293797040504242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMBebvzVPbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sr2QmUiCgwg/s320/IMGP1962.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;These are some of the pictures from four wheeling. The kids absolutely went nuts about this and it was pretty cute. Kate continually told her dad to go faster and the rest of the kids could hardly stand to wait for their turns. I can finally see what the draw is to own one of those fun toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMBeA-XyhtI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0SdHXOQi4SU/s1600-h/IMGP1993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242293337095046866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMBeA-XyhtI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0SdHXOQi4SU/s320/IMGP1993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMBdz2zMjWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/B_UU9PQ8qSI/s1600-h/IMGP1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242293111724215650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMBdz2zMjWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/B_UU9PQ8qSI/s320/IMGP1995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMBdgcmDc8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/4LJAAQmj6hE/s1600-h/IMGP2003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242292778272256962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMBdgcmDc8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/4LJAAQmj6hE/s320/IMGP2003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-2422188143977244941?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2422188143977244941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=2422188143977244941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2422188143977244941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2422188143977244941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-weekend-in-blackfoot-idaho.html' title='Labor Day Weekend in Blackfoot, Idaho'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SMBerf_ebYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cpiKyuk6MXQ/s72-c/IMGP1961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-6436554100024660523</id><published>2008-09-03T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:53:25.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss " I know what I want"</title><content type='html'>We were out to dinner last night and as we were deciding on what the kids were going to have this is what happened. Nick and I decided he would have nuggets and fries (By the way we were at a Mexican restaurant). I said to Bryan, " Let's just have Kate eat some of Nicks nuggets and fries." Before I even completed my sentence, little Kate is yelling "NO, NO, NO, I want a quesadilla." Bryan and I looked at each other and laughed so hard as did the people at the table behind us. She had obviously been listening and was going to make sure she got what she wanted. There is no doubt she is one smart cookie and boy is she going to be trouble. I love it and I just love watching my precious little girl grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-6436554100024660523?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6436554100024660523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=6436554100024660523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/6436554100024660523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/6436554100024660523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-miss-i-know-what-i-want.html' title='Little Miss &quot; I know what I want&quot;'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-2414567920810755876</id><published>2008-08-28T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:15:52.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New School Year</title><content type='html'>Alex started 3rd grade this week. I can't believe he is already in the 3rd grade, I am very excited for him. This year he has two teachers that split the day, Mrs. Bell and Mrs. Bitner. He will also have a student teacher Mrs. Davis. He seems to really be enjoying school so far, he should be, a ton of his friends are in his class. He also said his teachers are really nice. I hope he has a great year and learns a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicklas is going to preschool for another year. He is very excited to start next week. He will still be going to Miss Tami's and he is excited to be going with his friends Rhett and Caleb again. He is already complaining about Alex being gone all day and he should have enjoy having his own schedule to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-2414567920810755876?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2414567920810755876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=2414567920810755876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2414567920810755876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/2414567920810755876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-school-year.html' title='New School Year'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-4329185273971657590</id><published>2008-08-13T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:36:43.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick's New Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SKNSISeuN2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/IrN0aQi218Y/s1600-h/IMGP1949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234117494287775586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SKNSISeuN2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/IrN0aQi218Y/s200/IMGP1949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Handsome Nicklas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here is cute Nick in his new tennis shoes- He got to pick them out all by himself ( under moms approval - of course) and was very proud of himself.. He is getting so big, he is almost five and my how time flies. He is really looking forward to going back to preschool next month and I know is going to have a wonderful school year. Nick is a very good helper and I am proud of him for being a good brother to Alex and Kate. He is a sweetie and I love him very much.&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/8719203308982776608-4329185273971657590?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4329185273971657590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=4329185273971657590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/4329185273971657590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/4329185273971657590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/08/nicks-new-shoes.html' title='Nick&apos;s New Shoes'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SKNSISeuN2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/IrN0aQi218Y/s72-c/IMGP1949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-3632028775440578497</id><published>2008-08-13T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:27:18.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Cold!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SKNRMClb7aI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PX5FJEA598s/s1600-h/IMGP1951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234116459228818850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SKNRMClb7aI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PX5FJEA598s/s200/IMGP1951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kate's latest thing is she is cold. She wants to wear socks every single day. This particular day she decided she wanted to where a parka vest also. She probably would have requested gloves had she seen any. She provides us a lot of laughs and my how we love and adore her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-3632028775440578497?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3632028775440578497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=3632028775440578497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/3632028775440578497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/3632028775440578497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-cold.html' title='I&apos;m Cold!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SKNRMClb7aI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PX5FJEA598s/s72-c/IMGP1951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-765127551734876976</id><published>2008-08-13T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:23:43.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cub Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SKNPAKZBsPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/CknCSFUr3cE/s1600-h/IMGP1824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234114056142565618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SKNPAKZBsPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/CknCSFUr3cE/s200/IMGP1824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cub Country- Just another great thing about turning 8! Alex got to experience Cub Country on his birthday and with his Dad tagging along. How much better can it get. I must admit his was a little hesitant about going but when he got home it was clear he had a wonderful time (especially by the obscene amount of dirt he was covered in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SKNOVHrxbUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/1PuoY5uhvgw/s1600-h/IMGP1896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234113316681510210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SKNOVHrxbUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/1PuoY5uhvgw/s200/IMGP1896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got to do an obstacle course- which of course his dad said he did awesome in. ( he even crossed these monkey bars without any help)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234113772128024306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SKNOvoWrtvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_SID71THbIQ/s200/IMGP1933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Even Bryan got in on the action! Go Bryan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234113039356149826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SKNOE-kQQEI/AAAAAAAAAHM/krzhlUJynko/s200/IMGP1835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alex got to shoot bow and arrows- What could be cooler than that! He even hit the target!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All in all I think day one was a success. Alex came home the second day and said it was even better - so I am happy to say Alex's first Cub Country Rocked!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-765127551734876976?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/765127551734876976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=765127551734876976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/765127551734876976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/765127551734876976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/08/cub-country.html' title='Cub Country'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SKNPAKZBsPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/CknCSFUr3cE/s72-c/IMGP1824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-6347089081284355092</id><published>2008-08-13T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:10:12.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex's Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SKNNPTr5VGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ACSzA64X5Vc/s1600-h/2008-07(July)+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234112117312410722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SKNNPTr5VGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ACSzA64X5Vc/s200/2008-07(July)+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex's big day was Saturday August 2nd. He was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. We are very proud of his decision to be baptized and know he will be blessed by it. We are also proud of him for always setting a good example for Nicklas and Kate. We had a nice afternoon with family and are grateful they were able to come share in the important event with us. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234112325159114066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SKNNbZ-aVVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zJsWcTGDLYk/s200/2008-07(July)+006.jpg" border="0" /&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/8719203308982776608-6347089081284355092?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6347089081284355092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=6347089081284355092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/6347089081284355092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/6347089081284355092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/08/alexs-baptism.html' title='Alex&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SKNNPTr5VGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ACSzA64X5Vc/s72-c/2008-07(July)+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-3325130405031877441</id><published>2008-07-28T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:17:05.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Alex!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Alex!! Alex was born eight years ago today, he is my oldest and he is a wonderful son. I am so blessed to have him in my life. He tries to be good to others and he helps me with his brother and sister. He makes friends easily everywhere we go and they are very important to him. He is very smart and I am proud of him for working so hard at things. He is a really great kid and I love him with all my heart- Happy Birthday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-3325130405031877441?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3325130405031877441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=3325130405031877441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/3325130405031877441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/3325130405031877441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-alex.html' title='Happy Birthday Alex!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-7931539427259373636</id><published>2008-07-27T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:04:29.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big "8"th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SI0pBfqMrtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XAt6RS5pUOc/s1600-h/IMGP1773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227879848102112978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SI0pBfqMrtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XAt6RS5pUOc/s200/IMGP1773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex is turning 8 tomorrow.. I can't believe he was born that long ago- my, how time flies. Yesterday we had his birthday party and it was a lot of fun. Alex told me three or four months ago that he wanted to have it at the Hill Aerospace Museum. I tried to get him to pick something a little closer but that was not to be, and after today I am glad we went there. He invited seven friends and only five were able to make it- Gabe, Stockton, Ben, Jaden and Nathan. The Aerospace Museum is very fun and entertaining, all the boys loved it and I would have to say it was the easiest birthday party to date. Even though the drive was almost 45 min. each way I can honestly say those boys had a wonderful time. One more party done with, much to mom's joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-7931539427259373636?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7931539427259373636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=7931539427259373636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/7931539427259373636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/7931539427259373636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-8th-birthday.html' title='The Big &quot;8&quot;th Birthday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SI0pBfqMrtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XAt6RS5pUOc/s72-c/IMGP1773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-1063603545042757842</id><published>2008-07-24T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T14:41:21.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George Trip- Top Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The kids and I drove down to St. George last week for a little summer vacation with Grandma and Grandpa. (My parents have a 2nd home down there and so we went down with them.) Thank heavens for my folks they were a ton of help with the kids. I drove myself and the kids down and boy did it bring back my days at Ford Credit - (I was their Wholesale Auditor and I drove up to 8 or 9 hours some days). Bryan flew into Las Vegas on Friday and so we picked him up there and saw the sights. We had a fun week and as always its good to get away from the daily routine at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My trip top ten:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10. Playing lots and lots of "Go Fish" with my kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9. Going swimming with the kids and having the pool all to ourselves everytime. ( It was 107 degrees which may explain why no one else was swimming- go figure!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. Going shopping with my mom Saturday afternoon while Bryan and Grandpa took the kids to the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. Going to the Ethyl M. Chocolate Factory and Cactus Gardens, Lion Habitat at MGM, Fantasy Faire games for the kids at Excaliber and eating dinner at the Star Trek Restaurant at the Hilton. (Bryan and I are not really knowledgeable about Star Trek but my dad thought it would be a fun place to take the kids. I think the boys really liked it, but the costumes did scare Kate a bit.) It was a fun experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226692767636645234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SIjxYUUV5XI/AAAAAAAAAGM/86pZO3LBcDI/s200/IMGP1771.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The boys in M&amp;amp;M world, we got to watch a really cool three D movie with Red and Yellow M&amp;amp;M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6. Eating at In &amp;amp; Out Burgers three, yes three, times. (Pathetic, I know, but I absolutely love their hamburgers and fries.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. Taking the kids to the Rosenburch Museum in St. George ( they have dead animals that have been stuffed and put on display- it is pretty cool, and they have a little area for the kids to play safari). Driving back to my parents place afterwards Nicklas said " That was not so fun."- Typical Nick remark if you know him at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226693719914253842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SIjyPv1BDhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pmyINzK3wOs/s200/IMGP1738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grandpa and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226694361859939090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SIjy1HQy2xI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Jtx4owuT5RE/s200/IMGP1763.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The kids playing in the playroom. It had animals you could touch and a treehouse also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. Spending the entire week with Grandma and Grandpa. (Thanks Mom and Dad for putting up with all us and helping me with the kids- we love you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226692237883292386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SIjw5e1TOuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/V1lWnyMKHBE/s200/IMGP1737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Grandma and Grandpa taking Alex and Nick to the St. George&lt;br /&gt;minor league baseball game while Kate and I stayed behind&lt;br /&gt;and watched "Cinderella".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Not making dinner the entire week. ( I did not have a child tell me once that they hated it or the food was gross.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. My dad rocks. My dad let my mom and I go out to dinner and to the Tuachan production of "The Sound of Music". We ate at an Italian Restaurant and the play was fabulous. Dad got pizza for him and the kids and they had a movie night. He watched all three of my kids all by himself. Thanks Dad - you are the best and I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-1063603545042757842?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1063603545042757842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=1063603545042757842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1063603545042757842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/1063603545042757842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/07/st-george-trip-top-ten.html' title='St. George Trip- Top Ten'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SIjxYUUV5XI/AAAAAAAAAGM/86pZO3LBcDI/s72-c/IMGP1771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-3750055408287455809</id><published>2008-07-14T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:49:16.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping with Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SHusKvbIreI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2dYgMbHdT6Y/s1600-h/IMGP1729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222957493395172834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SHusKvbIreI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2dYgMbHdT6Y/s200/IMGP1729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys went camping over the 4th of July weekend with their dad and grandpa. First, I must say what a great dad Bryan is. He took a great deal of time figuring out the things they would do for 2 full days so that the boys would not be bored. The greatest thing they found to do was a GPS treasure hunt - the boys seriously loved it and it was so fun they did the second, longer one, that required them to drive around to the different locations. Bryan took the boys fishing at Strawberry Reservoir on Saturday which I believe was more for him but that's Ok. They rented a small boat to fish from and at the end of the trip when Nicklas was asked about his favorite part he said it was peeing into a water bottle on the boat..( isn't that fabulous). Can't wait to tell that story to his future wife one day. They really had a great time and had some boy bonding- they are looking forward to next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222957472913801202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SHusJjH_v_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ovH2YvgE5kY/s200/IMGP1720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alex fishing! He said he caught a real big fish- (with a little help from dad)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222957482546146354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SHusKHAhrDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tHcs8ME7UCU/s200/IMGP1725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys watching a video before bed!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-3750055408287455809?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3750055408287455809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=3750055408287455809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/3750055408287455809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/3750055408287455809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/07/camping-with-dad.html' title='Camping with Dad'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SHusKvbIreI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2dYgMbHdT6Y/s72-c/IMGP1729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-8211487016301785949</id><published>2008-07-14T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:33:46.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Luv it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SHuqD-UcG-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/CiVOzCjKxq8/s1600-h/IMGP1691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222955178111278050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SHuqD-UcG-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/CiVOzCjKxq8/s200/IMGP1691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate's new phrase of the week is "I luv it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She found a leaf on the ground, picked it up, kissed it an said "I luv it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was giving me a big Kate hug, saw my dangling earring- kissed it and said, "I luv it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I luv it!" is simply her favorite newest thing to say and it is incredibly adorable every time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-8211487016301785949?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8211487016301785949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=8211487016301785949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8211487016301785949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/8211487016301785949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-luv-it.html' title='I Luv it!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SHuqD-UcG-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/CiVOzCjKxq8/s72-c/IMGP1691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-6969948002331071674</id><published>2008-07-04T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T15:06:25.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How is it that every child loves the zoo? Animals are just so fascinating.. got to love that. A couple of weeks ago we went to the zoo with my mom and dad, and my sister and her kids. It was my nephews, Preston and Jordan's birthday. They turned seven and I still can't believe they are that old. Why is it kids grow up so fast- I am starting to feel really old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is always a better trip to the zoo with lots of helpers. Kate walked practically the entire zoo on her own two little legs- it was adorable. My boys always enjoy the zoo and they were very good and loved being there with their cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219280760703059762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SG6cMuy8hzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eLS3_aNW9tI/s200/ZOO-june08+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandpa and Kate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219282051574178338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SG6dX3qmoiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HWzr4fckzTs/s200/ZOO-june08+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Boys being boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219281317273857282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SG6ctILw7QI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wd6g7z9LrEM/s200/ZOO-june08+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Alex, Preston, Hayden, Nicklas and Kate in the insect building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We had a wonderful afternoon and the kids had a wonderful time... It's always great to spend time with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8719203308982776608-6969948002331071674?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6969948002331071674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=6969948002331071674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/6969948002331071674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/6969948002331071674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-at-zoo.html' title='A Day at the Zoo'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SG6cMuy8hzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eLS3_aNW9tI/s72-c/ZOO-june08+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719203308982776608.post-7144653790144632475</id><published>2008-07-02T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T20:20:17.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Lunch</title><content type='html'>Attention all my wonderful girlfriends..If you are interested Julie Jones and myself are going to lunch friday July 4th ( for Julie's B-day) and anybody who would like to have a little girl time is invited. Meet at Julie's house at 12:30- We will be going to Bajio and would love for any of you to join us... See ya Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719203308982776608-7144653790144632475?l=amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7144653790144632475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719203308982776608&amp;postID=7144653790144632475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/7144653790144632475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719203308982776608/posts/default/7144653790144632475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-countyourblessings.blogspot.com/2008/07/girls-lunch.html' title='Girls Lunch'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763115040143508186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbnZZeWUdsY/SQJVdmZmE6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3RFng8lCipg/S220/IMGP1362.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
