<?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-4033492215373041216</id><updated>2012-01-31T18:04:22.825-08:00</updated><category term='my first try'/><category term='double trouble'/><title type='text'>stapley family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-3934101928301214078</id><published>2010-04-15T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T16:25:26.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>farm day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/S-8oxoegZ_I/AAAAAAAACYc/JP11QV3Ulk4/s1600/farm+day+april+15,+200+007edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471636905422514162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/S-8oxoegZ_I/AAAAAAAACYc/JP11QV3Ulk4/s400/farm+day+april+15,+200+007edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ella had "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Farm Day&lt;/span&gt;" at preschool today. (and lovin' any excuse to wear &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cowgirl&lt;/span&gt; boots!) They had a little petting &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;zoo&lt;/span&gt; set up for the kids and my girls were in heaven. I couldn't believe how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt; the animals were with being picked up, petted, and loved on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/S-8oyB2zFrI/AAAAAAAACYk/-mv3OPWdC2I/s1600/farm+day+april+15,+200+012edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471636912235288242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/S-8oyB2zFrI/AAAAAAAACYk/-mv3OPWdC2I/s400/farm+day+april+15,+200+012edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Allison just ran from animal to animal touching it once, then on to the next. "Duck, Duck, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Goose&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/S-8ozIAhXNI/AAAAAAAACY0/luawYyw8SCw/s1600/farm+day+april+15,+200+021edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471636931066551506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/S-8ozIAhXNI/AAAAAAAACY0/luawYyw8SCw/s400/farm+day+april+15,+200+021edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/S-8oxHSjVjI/AAAAAAAACYU/rOsIFbWLMf0/s1600/farm+day+april+15,+200+002edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471636896514004530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/S-8oxHSjVjI/AAAAAAAACYU/rOsIFbWLMf0/s400/farm+day+april+15,+200+002edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ella stayed close to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bunnies&lt;/span&gt; and had one in her arms pretty much the entire time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/S-8oyu91C9I/AAAAAAAACYs/hymRLK2h7Dk/s1600/farm+day+april+15,+200+013edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471636924344372178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/S-8oyu91C9I/AAAAAAAACYs/hymRLK2h7Dk/s400/farm+day+april+15,+200+013edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Auburn just loved being with the animals and the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big kids&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(or are they one and the same?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-3934101928301214078?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3934101928301214078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=3934101928301214078' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3934101928301214078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3934101928301214078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2010/04/farm-day.html' title='farm day'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/S-8oxoegZ_I/AAAAAAAACYc/JP11QV3Ulk4/s72-c/farm+day+april+15,+200+007edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-3829963548367190447</id><published>2010-04-08T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T16:32:37.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/S-8uxXLGtsI/AAAAAAAACY8/U0EQ7sDkVWQ/s1600/april+2010+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471643497847502530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/S-8uxXLGtsI/AAAAAAAACY8/U0EQ7sDkVWQ/s400/april+2010+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Allison woke up from her nap at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GGs&lt;/span&gt; house this is what we found. Looks like she most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; had "sweet dreams".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-3829963548367190447?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3829963548367190447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=3829963548367190447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3829963548367190447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3829963548367190447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2010/04/sweet-dreams.html' title='sweet dreams'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/S-8uxXLGtsI/AAAAAAAACY8/U0EQ7sDkVWQ/s72-c/april+2010+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-5897262617679185128</id><published>2010-04-07T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T19:26:46.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-57b851e73d030e03" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D57b851e73d030e03%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384972%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1098BB5FC165C0128D95AA250229FE963DA012F9.3A0BC9AA4B5BCAA47B665D45DD6732A1D20E7D43%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D57b851e73d030e03%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhIdGmEtPeTlSJ2icDHHF9COjGQo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D57b851e73d030e03%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384972%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1098BB5FC165C0128D95AA250229FE963DA012F9.3A0BC9AA4B5BCAA47B665D45DD6732A1D20E7D43%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D57b851e73d030e03%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhIdGmEtPeTlSJ2icDHHF9COjGQo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;silly&lt;/span&gt; girls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-5897262617679185128?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5897262617679185128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=5897262617679185128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/5897262617679185128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/5897262617679185128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-7161468124002557214</id><published>2009-10-31T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:28:08.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403324474075909474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Svx2-yt4DWI/AAAAAAAACJg/lXNT3mrbDFU/s400/fix+halloween+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Can't I get a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; Halloween?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403324484393716562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Svx2_ZJ1S1I/AAAAAAAACJo/OvclxzQCkMc/s400/B%26W+halloween+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What? I can't HEAR you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403324467496617218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Svx2-aNQBQI/AAAAAAAACJY/M5yqcS8fHec/s400/fix+halloween+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh... that's much better!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403324461172048210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Svx2-CpWwVI/AAAAAAAACJQ/bIDNOJSKxpI/s400/fix+halloween+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403324454773992338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Svx29qz8K5I/AAAAAAAACJI/sJNJdVY-Opo/s400/B%26W+halloween+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Halloween 2009&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/4033492215373041216-7161468124002557214?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7161468124002557214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=7161468124002557214' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/7161468124002557214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/7161468124002557214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-i-get-happy-halloween-what-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Svx2-yt4DWI/AAAAAAAACJg/lXNT3mrbDFU/s72-c/fix+halloween+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-7047859502740630746</id><published>2009-07-24T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:11:04.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SmojRWjihII/AAAAAAAAB-o/ltnnBT7vGsg/s1600-h/Twins+on+4th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SmojRWjihII/AAAAAAAAB-o/ltnnBT7vGsg/s400/Twins+on+4th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362137087357387906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 4th of July!&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/4033492215373041216-7047859502740630746?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7047859502740630746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=7047859502740630746' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/7047859502740630746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/7047859502740630746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SmojRWjihII/AAAAAAAAB-o/ltnnBT7vGsg/s72-c/Twins+on+4th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-2353990798743234307</id><published>2009-05-10T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:32:04.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do not try this at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I knew it was trouble when:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I asked Whitney what we should have for dessert on Mother's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. She had the perfect recipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. She had never made it or eaten it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Jean couldn't even read it to me over the phone because she couldn't pronounce some of the words. (and she's a gourmet chef...and smart!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. When she scanned it over to me, it was four pages, small print.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. It called for more than one alcoholic beverage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was smart and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;delegated&lt;/span&gt; dessert to Whitney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She made several trips to random grocery stores trying to find strange ingredients and the result...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339521112363490146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShnKKWUf22I/AAAAAAAAB60/CvujBettbQg/s400/bitty%27s+cake+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pour cherry liquor on some cardboard slabs and top it with pretty shavings, and you'll enjoy our Mother's Day dessert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I repeat: do not try this at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I knew it was trouble when:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I asked Whitney what to have for dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-2353990798743234307?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2353990798743234307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=2353990798743234307' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/2353990798743234307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/2353990798743234307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-not-try-this-at-home.html' title='do not try this at home'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShnKKWUf22I/AAAAAAAAB60/CvujBettbQg/s72-c/bitty%27s+cake+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-268425149575057346</id><published>2009-05-09T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:43:41.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh squeezed lemonade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCEX291TwI/AAAAAAAAB1s/htIy4WJT5Og/s1600-h/lemonade+stand+may+9,+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336911103860756226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCEX291TwI/AAAAAAAAB1s/htIy4WJT5Og/s400/lemonade+stand+may+9,+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cost: $3.50&lt;br /&gt;earned: $31.25&lt;br /&gt;(and we even slashed prices to half off 15 minutes after opening!)&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/4033492215373041216-268425149575057346?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/268425149575057346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=268425149575057346' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/268425149575057346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/268425149575057346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='fresh squeezed lemonade'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCEX291TwI/AAAAAAAAB1s/htIy4WJT5Og/s72-c/lemonade+stand+may+9,+2009+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-7397139477955943709</id><published>2009-05-02T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:38:56.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grandma paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShB69XuOHZI/AAAAAAAAB1M/IoPDGWogqMQ/s1600-h/women"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336900753192525202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShB69XuOHZI/AAAAAAAAB1M/IoPDGWogqMQ/s400/women%27s+conference+april+29,+2009+006_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I stayed after Women's Conference to visit &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Grandma Paul&lt;/span&gt;. It was so nice for Jann, Debbie, Billie, and Andelyn &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShB7I3vyWlI/AAAAAAAAB1U/r85LNNNofFs/s1600-h/women"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336900950767589970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShB7I3vyWlI/AAAAAAAAB1U/r85LNNNofFs/s200/women%27s+conference+april+29,+2009+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(and little Soleil) to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;entertain&lt;/span&gt; me for the day. I am so lucky to have &lt;a href="http://thedonnadewittpaulfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt; that is so helpful and that I enjoy visiting so much. It had been a while since I'd seen Grandma, so it was a bit tough at first to adjust to seeing her that way.. with oxygen, struggling to speak. But as we got to chatting I was shocked to realize how well she&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; remembers&lt;/span&gt; the funniest things. She was remembering all my "missionary mishaps" with old &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;boyfriends &lt;/span&gt;and how it took Troy and I so long to decide to get married. She was recounting the stories like they happened yesterday. Grandma always had dating advice for me. My favorite thing was when she shared and Grandpa's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; letters with all the girls. This picture of them on their honeymoon hung in my college apartment for years.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShB_lVqJMHI/AAAAAAAAB1k/B4kAWwHhcoA/s1600-h/ggbigkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336905837879832690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShB_lVqJMHI/AAAAAAAAB1k/B4kAWwHhcoA/s400/ggbigkiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just driving to her house and walking through her halls brought back SO many &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; of summers in Utah. I remember walking down to the swimming pool and eating plums from the trees on the way home. I loved when we helped clean Grandma's garage… we always found such &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;treasures&lt;/span&gt; in the closet...lots of gold leafing and the greatest coats and party dresses. Trying them on entertained us for hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh I'm glad I could see her again.&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/4033492215373041216-7397139477955943709?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7397139477955943709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=7397139477955943709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/7397139477955943709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/7397139477955943709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-stayed-after-womens-conference-to.html' title='grandma paul'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShB69XuOHZI/AAAAAAAAB1M/IoPDGWogqMQ/s72-c/women%27s+conference+april+29,+2009+006_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-9098150155178424675</id><published>2009-05-01T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:51:55.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mia maids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend Noelle, Kris &amp;amp; I headed up to Utah for some "presidency &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bonding&lt;/span&gt;" at Women's Conference. The weather was beautiful and I even enjoyed the rain. Being my first Women's Conference, I didn't have much to compare it to (except those wild &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EFY&lt;/span&gt; weeks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336887379959054274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShBuy8i5f8I/AAAAAAAAB0k/jaSpgsyeijE/s400/women%27s+conference+april+29,+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We mapped out our classes and thought we'd picked some real winners (a perfect &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blend&lt;/span&gt; of heavy spiritual and light humor...or so we thought) After staying up till &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; hours in the morning chatting, even light spiritual was too &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heavy&lt;/span&gt; as were our eye lids. So we made sure to cross the entire campus multiple times down the long flight of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stairs&lt;/span&gt; to the fieldhouse for some more humor.. but it was nowhere to be found.. we just kept being stuck in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt; classes, with no backed benches, no ac and loud fans. They were actually all great, just not what we had expected. Although Brad Wilcox came through for us in the end and we were thrilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShBxdKVUGsI/AAAAAAAAB08/ybVAwxldqLA/s1600-h/women"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336890304237935298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShBxdKVUGsI/AAAAAAAAB08/ybVAwxldqLA/s200/women%27s+conference+april+29,+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thursday night they had a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;concert&lt;/span&gt; and this "boy band" a capella group did a 80s-90s rap medley. The women were in the aisles dancing and waiving their cell phones around like lighters. I was embarrassed to even be in the crowd, I was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt; so hard I was in tears. The MC called us "a bunch of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mia Maids&lt;/span&gt;" for how we were acting. He hit it on the head! They also had other wonderful performers including "Bring Him Home" by &lt;a href="http://www.dallynvailbayles.com/"&gt;Dallyn Bayles&lt;/a&gt; . Now THAT deserved a standing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ovation&lt;/span&gt; (unlike the closing song following Elder L. Tom Perry's devotional where we were the ONLY three women sitting out of 26,000). What snobs we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShBuzPRKblI/AAAAAAAAB00/Kp8okCX7nhg/s1600-h/women"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336887384984940114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShBuzPRKblI/AAAAAAAAB00/Kp8okCX7nhg/s400/women%27s+conference+april+29,+2009+003_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorite parts of being away was that I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ate&lt;/span&gt; constantly and never prepared or cleaned my own meal! (and yes, strawberry milkshakes and "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cougar Tails&lt;/span&gt;" are considered meals!) I'm still a bit sick from eating the entire &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;brownie&lt;/span&gt; sundae solo. I'll never live it down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336894896360951810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShB1odUwkAI/AAAAAAAAB1E/4dEWxmELrT0/s400/women%27s+conference+april+29,+2009+005_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I loved what one of the speakers said...that most of what we will take away from this conference, the ideas, insights, inspiration... will come through the discussions we have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; we go back to the hotels each night with the women we came with.  I absolutely found that to be the case.  I was so uplifted, enriched and edified (and sometime mortified!) by the stories, advice and discussions both Kris and Noelle shared on our trip.  I am so lucky to be surrounded by &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;great &lt;/span&gt;women!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-9098150155178424675?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/9098150155178424675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=9098150155178424675' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/9098150155178424675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/9098150155178424675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/05/mia-maids.html' title='mia maids'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShBuy8i5f8I/AAAAAAAAB0k/jaSpgsyeijE/s72-c/women%27s+conference+april+29,+2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-3980936398418217865</id><published>2009-04-10T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:34:37.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smokey the bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336912880996457890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCF_TUAHaI/AAAAAAAAB10/9fiycXFdFUI/s400/camping+april+10,+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Troy took the "first batch" &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;camping&lt;/span&gt; and from their dirt and smiles, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it looked like fun! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336912882580116754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCF_ZNk1RI/AAAAAAAAB18/ou_rpKlgirs/s400/camping+april+10,+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Apparently Troy almost started a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;forest fire&lt;/span&gt; when the wind picked up. Way to go Smokey!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336912890102476482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCF_1PC7sI/AAAAAAAAB2M/kzpaAI1811k/s400/camping+april+10,+2009+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dallin was the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;photographer&lt;/span&gt; and came back with lots of pictures.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mostly of fire.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336912885270040258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCF_jO5zsI/AAAAAAAAB2E/VUtzdOAOSx4/s400/camping+april+10,+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCGrfNbJ-I/AAAAAAAAB2c/rR1U5HJMHTI/s1600-h/camping+april+10,+2009+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336913640104339426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCGrfNbJ-I/AAAAAAAAB2c/rR1U5HJMHTI/s200/camping+april+10,+2009+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCGraDLsMI/AAAAAAAAB2k/G-L3aNQEI8g/s1600-h/camping+april+10,+2009+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336913638719205570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCGraDLsMI/AAAAAAAAB2k/G-L3aNQEI8g/s200/camping+april+10,+2009+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCGrJm0_YI/AAAAAAAAB2U/ch3DNx1zEhQ/s1600-h/camping+april+10,+2009+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-3980936398418217865?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3980936398418217865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=3980936398418217865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3980936398418217865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3980936398418217865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/04/smokey-bear.html' title='smokey the bear'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCF_TUAHaI/AAAAAAAAB10/9fiycXFdFUI/s72-c/camping+april+10,+2009+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-574643286239023744</id><published>2009-04-05T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:34:10.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memory lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each night before bed, Troy tells the kids a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;story&lt;/span&gt;. He usually tells a story of his &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;childhood&lt;/span&gt;... growing up on Harrison street (out in Gilbert when it was nothing but fields and farms). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336921728299202162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCOCSFWdnI/AAAAAAAAB3s/HajTRXJdQ8A/s400/conference+weekend+april+5,+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So after conference we took the kids and Troy's parents out to the old &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt; on Harrison. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336920096967518450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCMjU5kaPI/AAAAAAAAB3k/zRbhzcMYM20/s400/conference+weekend+april+5,+2009+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCQLbdFGMI/AAAAAAAAB30/NAZIW3xZbs4/s1600-h/conference+weekend+april+5,+2009+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336924084456724674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCQLbdFGMI/AAAAAAAAB30/NAZIW3xZbs4/s320/conference+weekend+april+5,+2009+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was fun to see the old &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;prints&lt;/span&gt; in the cement and have the kids &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;recognize&lt;/span&gt; so many things from the bedtime stories. (They kept trying to find "the mean dog named Butch") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life sure was different "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;back then&lt;/span&gt;"... with all that space and no safety concerns. (climbing on electric fences, burning the weeds with blow &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;torches&lt;/span&gt;, underage driving, playing with matches... yes my kids are learning some real &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gems&lt;/span&gt; from 'ole &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;!) &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCMjUB9dGI/AAAAAAAAB3c/BAjtHoc0-EA/s1600-h/conference+weekend+april+5,+2009+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336920096734278754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCMjUB9dGI/AAAAAAAAB3c/BAjtHoc0-EA/s400/conference+weekend+april+5,+2009+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a lovely stroll down &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;memory&lt;/span&gt; lane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336920091895958130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCMjCAainI/AAAAAAAAB3M/QW6huk6kAIA/s400/conference+weekend+april+5,+2009+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-574643286239023744?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/574643286239023744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=574643286239023744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/574643286239023744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/574643286239023744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/05/memory-lane.html' title='memory lane'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCOCSFWdnI/AAAAAAAAB3s/HajTRXJdQ8A/s72-c/conference+weekend+april+5,+2009+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-3458360274147391692</id><published>2009-04-05T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:41:36.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reverence tent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We tried the "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Reverence Tent&lt;/span&gt;" idea for General Conference. I love the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;idea&lt;/span&gt; of teaching about King Benjamin and how the families turned their tents to face the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;prophet&lt;/span&gt; as he taught them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I think, aside from the photo op, I was the one that spent the most time in the Reverence Tent. All those &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pillows&lt;/span&gt; were just calling my name! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;reverent&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCRGVVbR2I/AAAAAAAAB38/DttF9eSBZ68/s1600-h/conference+weekend+april+5,+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336925096426293090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCRGVVbR2I/AAAAAAAAB38/DttF9eSBZ68/s400/conference+weekend+april+5,+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-3458360274147391692?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3458360274147391692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=3458360274147391692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3458360274147391692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3458360274147391692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/04/reverence-tent.html' title='reverence tent'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCRGVVbR2I/AAAAAAAAB38/DttF9eSBZ68/s72-c/conference+weekend+april+5,+2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-1563969928909295395</id><published>2009-04-01T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:59:53.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>april fool's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323307951608572674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeAwYL2kKwI/AAAAAAAABuQ/XgSC9xYHsUY/s400/spring+2009+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dallin &amp;amp; Ella were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fooled&lt;/span&gt; by their milk that started off &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;, but changed colors with each bite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeAw-LyWEsI/AAAAAAAABuY/CNie_TKM1Pc/s1600-h/spring+2009+064_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323308604425900738" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeAw-LyWEsI/AAAAAAAABuY/CNie_TKM1Pc/s200/spring+2009+064_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeAw-GdYZZI/AAAAAAAABug/KOHANIp8y1I/s1600-h/spring+2009+065_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323308602995795346" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeAw-GdYZZI/AAAAAAAABug/KOHANIp8y1I/s200/spring+2009+065_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeAw-Ny_-MI/AAAAAAAABuo/reWmiPH8dVo/s1600-h/spring+2009+066_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323308604965517506" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeAw-Ny_-MI/AAAAAAAABuo/reWmiPH8dVo/s200/spring+2009+066_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Having a hard time &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;drinking&lt;/span&gt; your juice, Dallin?  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gotcha!&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/4033492215373041216-1563969928909295395?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1563969928909295395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=1563969928909295395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1563969928909295395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1563969928909295395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools-day.html' title='april fool&apos;s day'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeAwYL2kKwI/AAAAAAAABuQ/XgSC9xYHsUY/s72-c/spring+2009+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-5309927624679126172</id><published>2009-03-27T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:12:43.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>public transportation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We decided it would be a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; fun&lt;/span&gt; family activity to take the kids to try the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Light Rail&lt;/span&gt; that runs from West Mesa into downtown Phoenix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336917644168281026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCKUjgqO8I/AAAAAAAAB20/KqZDAh8kSXE/s400/spring+2009+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; and Ella loved the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ride&lt;/span&gt; and entertained all the passengers with their &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;squeals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336917639508028050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCKUSJkapI/AAAAAAAAB2s/2TZ4u3YyiGw/s400/spring+2009+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We got off and walked down Mill until Allison started &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;throwing up&lt;/span&gt; all over. We chose to forgo dinner and get back home. Allison had another "incident" all over &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Troy&lt;/span&gt; on our way to the train. And then again all over &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; on the ride back. I was trying to contain it in a bag in my purse, but not doing a great job. I was dying of embarrassment as all the other &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;passengers&lt;/span&gt; were just looking at our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mess &lt;/span&gt;and enduring the smell. I hopped off with the baby at the next stop and sent Troy and the other three alone to ride back in to get our car then pick me up. Thank heavens for cell phones because I had no &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;idea&lt;/span&gt; where I was when I hopped off and just sent the rest of my family on their way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336917649094483138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCKU13KHMI/AAAAAAAAB28/o4brxyfLOec/s400/spring+2009+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Allison eventually fell asleep and I started &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;walking&lt;/span&gt; toward home (another 15 miles). After a mile or so (in three inch heels) Troy and the rest of the crew found us and we all made it safely home. I don’t think public &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;transportation&lt;/span&gt; is for us yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-5309927624679126172?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5309927624679126172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=5309927624679126172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/5309927624679126172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/5309927624679126172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/03/public-transportat.html' title='public transportation'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShCKUjgqO8I/AAAAAAAAB20/KqZDAh8kSXE/s72-c/spring+2009+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-4792212880973051544</id><published>2009-03-21T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T14:21:05.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the original pancake house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm5ELQlgXI/AAAAAAAAB48/cn5eWZ2zBsU/s1600-h/spring+2009+018_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339502314617405810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm5ELQlgXI/AAAAAAAAB48/cn5eWZ2zBsU/s400/spring+2009+018_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm3MPlCugI/AAAAAAAAB4k/67-qA_sC4rM/s1600-h/spring+2009+021_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339500254192646658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm3MPlCugI/AAAAAAAAB4k/67-qA_sC4rM/s200/spring+2009+021_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm5cl78HpI/AAAAAAAAB5E/fJMlx6OxZ1U/s1600-h/spring+2009+015_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339502734095425170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm5cl78HpI/AAAAAAAAB5E/fJMlx6OxZ1U/s200/spring+2009+015_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm44w0vlLI/AAAAAAAAB40/GVudHP3Onak/s1600-h/spring+2009+022_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339502118542742706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm44w0vlLI/AAAAAAAAB40/GVudHP3Onak/s200/spring+2009+022_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whenever we get together for breakfast with the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Farnsworths&lt;/span&gt;.. it's ALWAYS the Pancake House out in Scottsdale. The place looks like a dive at the base of a Motel 6, but the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;apple pancake&lt;/span&gt; that you have to call in and order an hour before arrival, is heavenly! It's becoming more and more of a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;circus&lt;/span&gt; to get us all together, but I'm sure the waitress is well tipped! (And Grandpa didn't even have to fight for his fresh squeezed orange juice and hot maple syrup. Do I miss that? Hmmm.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm24qVN87I/AAAAAAAAB4E/RWDtggnPSjQ/s1600-h/spring+2009+016_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339499917776647090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm24qVN87I/AAAAAAAAB4E/RWDtggnPSjQ/s400/spring+2009+016_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm248EVaYI/AAAAAAAAB4U/Ic-3Z9tSWp8/s1600-h/spring+2009+019_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339499922537671042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm248EVaYI/AAAAAAAAB4U/Ic-3Z9tSWp8/s400/spring+2009+019_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4033492215373041216-4792212880973051544?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4792212880973051544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=4792212880973051544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4792212880973051544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4792212880973051544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/03/original-pancake-house.html' title='the original pancake house'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm5ELQlgXI/AAAAAAAAB48/cn5eWZ2zBsU/s72-c/spring+2009+018_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-959904979538323574</id><published>2009-03-12T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:16:34.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky guppie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbrUCFMNurI/AAAAAAAABqU/g5oAWccH-qE/s1600-h/allison+stabbing+lucky+guppie+march+12,+2209+002_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312791842655156914" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbrUCFMNurI/AAAAAAAABqU/g5oAWccH-qE/s200/allison+stabbing+lucky+guppie+march+12,+2209+002_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbrUCN-BONI/AAAAAAAABqc/Z5OKHxHbHUM/s1600-h/allison+stabbing+lucky+guppie+march+12,+2209+003_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbrUCaIPRcI/AAAAAAAABqk/RnKya9gaDoE/s1600-h/allison+stabbing+lucky+guppie+march+12,+2209+004_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312791848275625410" style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbrUCaIPRcI/AAAAAAAABqk/RnKya9gaDoE/s200/allison+stabbing+lucky+guppie+march+12,+2209+004_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fish&lt;/span&gt; last weekend and already I want to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;flush&lt;/span&gt; it down the toilet. The bowl gets too dirty too quickly and grosses me out. But today I walked in and Allison was sitting on the kitchen island (still no idea how she got up there) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stabbing&lt;/span&gt; a butcher knife into the fish bowl. Luckily nobody was hurt, although, secretly, I wouldn’t have minded the fish’s &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tragic&lt;/span&gt; death. I guess his name proves true. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lucky Guppie.&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/4033492215373041216-959904979538323574?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/959904979538323574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=959904979538323574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/959904979538323574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/959904979538323574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/03/lucky-guppie.html' title='lucky guppie'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbrUCFMNurI/AAAAAAAABqU/g5oAWccH-qE/s72-c/allison+stabbing+lucky+guppie+march+12,+2209+002_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-5282519192512005530</id><published>2009-03-12T20:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:50:47.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a + a = trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;These &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt; are just something else! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323300835407447682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeAp598ARoI/AAAAAAAABt4/3_ezS5lpq28/s400/hangin_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is pretty typical of Allison and Auburn. I will get one out of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tub&lt;/span&gt; and dress her and by the time I go back to get the next one… they’re back &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; in the bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323300833292951026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeAp52D3nfI/AAAAAAAABuA/LadWwVwejhQ/s400/clean+up+324_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The twins had their 18 month check up and waiting for the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;doctor&lt;/span&gt; had me in stitches! The girls were running around and under the exam table, pulling the paper &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;off&lt;/span&gt; the table etc. They were just giggling their &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt; giggles and I was desperately trying to think of anything to keep them off the floor yet out of all the drawers and cupboards. I couldn't think of anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323300838482236818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeAp6JZF1ZI/AAAAAAAABuI/cwmOHI04NAA/s400/auburn+dressing+in+layers+march+7,+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Allison and Auburn LOVE to empty out my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dirty&lt;/span&gt; clothes basket. Auburn came out last week with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;layers of clothes she had adorned herself in… dirty T-shirts, underwear, garments, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pajamas.&lt;/span&gt; Lovely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is our daily life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-5282519192512005530?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5282519192512005530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=5282519192512005530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/5282519192512005530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/5282519192512005530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/03/a-trouble.html' title='a + a = trouble'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeAp598ARoI/AAAAAAAABt4/3_ezS5lpq28/s72-c/hangin_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-6606616597288285628</id><published>2009-03-04T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:15:00.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tea parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323294153873585122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeAj1DSMc-I/AAAAAAAABto/EirKFAQwUzs/s400/playdate+with+postert+girls+march+4,+2009+001_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeAj1ZcsBUI/AAAAAAAABtw/RNu1NabvKI8/s1600-h/playdate+with+postert+girls+march+4,+2009+012_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323294159823177026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeAj1ZcsBUI/AAAAAAAABtw/RNu1NabvKI8/s400/playdate+with+postert+girls+march+4,+2009+012_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My girls &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; to dress up! We gave Ella a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tea set&lt;/span&gt; for her birthday and I think every sip of water she had for the next week was out of her little tea cup. She had some friends over a couple days ago and they had a ball getting &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dolled&lt;/span&gt; up for their tea party.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-6606616597288285628?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6606616597288285628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=6606616597288285628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/6606616597288285628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/6606616597288285628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/03/postert-play-date.html' title='tea parties'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeAj1DSMc-I/AAAAAAAABto/EirKFAQwUzs/s72-c/playdate+with+postert+girls+march+4,+2009+001_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-7546825194113380395</id><published>2009-02-21T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:18:41.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeBEL96VdLI/AAAAAAAABwo/mA27v8gQ5f8/s1600-h/ella+bday+february+21,+2009+006+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323329731940414642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeBEL96VdLI/AAAAAAAABwo/mA27v8gQ5f8/s400/ella+bday+february+21,+2009+006+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Ella!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-7546825194113380395?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7546825194113380395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=7546825194113380395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/7546825194113380395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/7546825194113380395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-ella.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeBEL96VdLI/AAAAAAAABwo/mA27v8gQ5f8/s72-c/ella+bday+february+21,+2009+006+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-8279823628188052486</id><published>2009-02-15T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T14:31:29.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mamma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm8iGuLegI/AAAAAAAAB50/79pCcfDv2dk/s1600-h/mom"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339506127330310658" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm8iGuLegI/AAAAAAAAB50/79pCcfDv2dk/s200/mom%27s+bday+february+15,+2009+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm8iEyDn8I/AAAAAAAAB58/IAJVCwZcYpY/s1600-h/mom"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339506126809702338" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm8iEyDn8I/AAAAAAAAB58/IAJVCwZcYpY/s200/mom%27s+bday+february+15,+2009+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Allison wanted to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt; make the cake. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm7tx35vCI/AAAAAAAAB5c/tBwg4gUavss/s1600-h/mom"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339505228380748834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm7tx35vCI/AAAAAAAAB5c/tBwg4gUavss/s400/mom%27s+bday+february+15,+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339505222981720482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm7tdwrGaI/AAAAAAAAB5M/Bn474GE_-vQ/s400/mom%27s+bday+february+15,+2009+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-8279823628188052486?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8279823628188052486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=8279823628188052486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8279823628188052486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8279823628188052486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/02/mamma.html' title='mamma'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Shm8iGuLegI/AAAAAAAAB50/79pCcfDv2dk/s72-c/mom%27s+bday+february+15,+2009+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-4873774792736427958</id><published>2009-02-14T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:18:13.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all you need is love....all together now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShnGwmGG6KI/AAAAAAAAB6s/bPUp2NIU7hQ/s1600-h/valentine"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339517371386620066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShnGwmGG6KI/AAAAAAAAB6s/bPUp2NIU7hQ/s200/valentine%27s+2009+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Valentine's&lt;/span&gt; we had fun making lots of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;treats&lt;/span&gt; for those we &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShnGQvSQCeI/AAAAAAAAB6M/HSv-bp9Li78/s1600-h/valentines+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339516824097655266" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShnGQvSQCeI/AAAAAAAAB6M/HSv-bp9Li78/s200/valentines+2009+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShnGRN84YGI/AAAAAAAAB6k/KQQui90eMaY/s1600-h/valentine"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339516832329523298" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShnGRN84YGI/AAAAAAAAB6k/KQQui90eMaY/s200/valentine%27s+2009+023_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShnGQzh84XI/AAAAAAAAB6c/zKeBPdUiUY4/s1600-h/valentine"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339516825237250418" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShnGQzh84XI/AAAAAAAAB6c/zKeBPdUiUY4/s200/valentine%27s+2009+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShnGQ-xEYgI/AAAAAAAAB6U/Fba8m_aR_Xw/s1600-h/valentines+2009+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339516828253446658" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShnGQ-xEYgI/AAAAAAAAB6U/Fba8m_aR_Xw/s200/valentines+2009+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course, ended with Troy's sweet treat for the kids.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShnFoPVAFhI/AAAAAAAAB6E/t66Xn416pmQ/s1600-h/valentine"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339516128324490770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShnFoPVAFhI/AAAAAAAAB6E/t66Xn416pmQ/s400/valentine%27s+2009+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-4873774792736427958?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4873774792736427958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=4873774792736427958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4873774792736427958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4873774792736427958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-you-need-is-loveall-together-now.html' title='all you need is love....all together now'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/ShnGwmGG6KI/AAAAAAAAB6s/bPUp2NIU7hQ/s72-c/valentine%27s+2009+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-4569109908524536696</id><published>2009-02-09T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:56:08.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let the rain fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbrPcowFIwI/AAAAAAAABp8/iSwqDc_QHgU/s1600-h/valentine"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312786801319289602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbrPcowFIwI/AAAAAAAABp8/iSwqDc_QHgU/s400/valentine%27s+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love our family &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tradition&lt;/span&gt; of making sopapillas on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rainy&lt;/span&gt; days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-4569109908524536696?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4569109908524536696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=4569109908524536696' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4569109908524536696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4569109908524536696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-rain-fall.html' title='let the rain fall'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbrPcowFIwI/AAAAAAAABp8/iSwqDc_QHgU/s72-c/valentine%27s+2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-1944106943614810467</id><published>2009-02-01T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:37:37.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nag nag nag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SaxQ5_YKmpI/AAAAAAAABoE/zlziQJVpbAU/s1600-h/Picture1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308707017958529682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SaxQ5_YKmpI/AAAAAAAABoE/zlziQJVpbAU/s320/Picture1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To Mom&lt;/span&gt;, (pretty much the only one who reads my blog) I am trying to put up my pictures from the last couple months. (back-blogging) So you'll always see this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;race&lt;/span&gt; post (becaue it's the most recent). Just scroll down and see if anything new is posted after the race. OK.. so can we please stop the "when are you going to update your blog" phone calls? :) I love you! Sand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-1944106943614810467?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1944106943614810467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=1944106943614810467' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1944106943614810467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1944106943614810467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/12/under-construction.html' title='nag nag nag'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SaxQ5_YKmpI/AAAAAAAABoE/zlziQJVpbAU/s72-c/Picture1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-7564392069795998246</id><published>2009-01-31T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:27:23.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's goin' the distance, she's goin' for speed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SaxM554Y3ZI/AAAAAAAABn0/NSfNF6A_p18/s1600-h/Londons-Run_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308702618436558226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SaxM554Y3ZI/AAAAAAAABn0/NSfNF6A_p18/s400/Londons-Run_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SZw38ihoJTI/AAAAAAAABkg/OzQYWQ5glJs/s1600-h/2009-02-18-0910-50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304175974335128882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SZw38ihoJTI/AAAAAAAABkg/OzQYWQ5glJs/s400/2009-02-18-0910-50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SZwx_HcHtpI/AAAAAAAABkA/IgMYFthoTeg/s1600-h/San+London+1-09+013_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304169421534115474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SZwx_HcHtpI/AAAAAAAABkA/IgMYFthoTeg/s320/San+London+1-09+013_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last year &lt;a href="http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-are-my-hero.html"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt; impressed me by finishing the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;London's Run&lt;/span&gt; half marathon, a charity race to benefit children fighting cancer. So this year she tried dragging me into it. Which, actually, wasn't too hard of a sale, I've been wanting to run a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;marathon&lt;/span&gt; for years now, but my knees haven't had the same goal. But I started training at Christmas time and was really enjoying it. The weather on Saturday morning long runs was ideal and I think it's the longest I've ever been alone post twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SZwuL3JMaRI/AAAAAAAABjw/LqCx01mIVFs/s1600-h/San+London+1-09+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately, Friday I came down with the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;flu&lt;/span&gt; and I was bitter...really bitter. Dad and Troy gave me a blessing and the next morning I drug myself out of bed and out to Queen Creek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The race started and I ran and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ran&lt;/span&gt; and ran. I felt pretty good and made a goal to not let anyone pass me after mile one. I think I'm a little more &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;competitive&lt;/span&gt; than I thought and kept trying to get ahead of whoever was next in front of me. (The same way I drive.) I felt bad if it was a guy next in line for me to pass, (for their male ego) so I would give them about 30 seconds to pick up the pace... and if they didn't they had to deal being passed by a girl. (When you're running &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;13 plus&lt;/span&gt; miles you have to think of something to pass the time.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was also touching and motivating to see the posters of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; fighting their cancer battles encouraging us to "keep going". I think I choked up a few times just feeling how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt; I was to actually be running and in good health. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SZwycWl0USI/AAAAAAAABkI/EYHiXn2IkCc/s1600-h/San+London+1-09+012_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304169923817525538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SZwycWl0USI/AAAAAAAABkI/EYHiXn2IkCc/s320/San+London+1-09+012_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last mile I was ready for the race to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; and then I saw Troy. I thought he was staying home with the sick kids, but there he was cheering me on the last leg. It felt so good to round the corner and have the energy to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sprint&lt;/span&gt; home and see Karen &amp;amp; the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked at my finish time and was instantly bummed. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1:50&lt;/span&gt;. I had wanted to finish right over 2 hours... (120 minutes). So when I saw the clock I was thinking 150 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;. Then Troy informed me the clock said 1 hour &amp;amp; 50 minutes... ten minutes &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;faster&lt;/span&gt; than my goal. Ooops! I was now thrilled. Instead of a 9 minute mile that I was used to, I had been running an 8.3 minute mile. I think because I was sick I couldn't gage my pace very well... wich turned out to be quite advantageous. I'm glad it's over, but so glad I did it. Now I'm looking for a Saturday &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;marathon&lt;/span&gt; and time and energy to train for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304169079564162898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SZwxrNgIV1I/AAAAAAAABj4/G76u-ZV82XY/s400/San+London+1-09+018_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-7564392069795998246?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7564392069795998246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=7564392069795998246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/7564392069795998246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/7564392069795998246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-goin-distance-shes-goin-for-speed.html' title='she&apos;s goin&apos; the distance, she&apos;s goin&apos; for speed...'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SaxM554Y3ZI/AAAAAAAABn0/NSfNF6A_p18/s72-c/Londons-Run_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-1905800615707685265</id><published>2009-01-26T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:47:32.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeBAFHMj1vI/AAAAAAAABwY/-hFhUl3Bwg4/s1600-h/prosperousChineseNewYear.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323325216127178482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeBAFHMj1vI/AAAAAAAABwY/-hFhUl3Bwg4/s400/prosperousChineseNewYear.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had so much fun celebrating &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; New Year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323324202647346418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeA_KHsI3PI/AAAAAAAABwQ/aGeIU-NHG5U/s320/chinese+new+year+january+26,+2009+007_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all dressed up in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;authentic&lt;/span&gt; Chinese costumes and made delicious Chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeA-UCNqqgI/AAAAAAAABwA/HbD86e3cNhE/s1600-h/chinese+new+year+january+26,+2009+003_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323323273464424962" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeA-UCNqqgI/AAAAAAAABwA/HbD86e3cNhE/s200/chinese+new+year+january+26,+2009+003_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeA-TzruHJI/AAAAAAAABv4/jQuxUx56koA/s1600-h/chinese+new+year+january+26,+2009+004_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323323269563948178" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeA-TzruHJI/AAAAAAAABv4/jQuxUx56koA/s200/chinese+new+year+january+26,+2009+004_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeA-UITZJXI/AAAAAAAABwI/lNE35HMcWiE/s1600-h/chinese+new+year+january+26,+2009+005_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323323275099055474" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeA-UITZJXI/AAAAAAAABwI/lNE35HMcWiE/s200/chinese+new+year+january+26,+2009+005_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323322949860858498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeA-BMskGoI/AAAAAAAABvo/ul4M2VmtNm0/s320/chinese+new+year+january+26,+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; was the pro at eating with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chopsticks&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323322950797497618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeA-BQL4FRI/AAAAAAAABvw/ZEPZURAUnuc/s320/chinese+new+year+january+26,+2009+009_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rub Allison's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Buddha&lt;/span&gt; for good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323325830542079714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeBAo4EfNuI/AAAAAAAABwg/ntN0JXscWLk/s200/chinese-new-year-card-005.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-1905800615707685265?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1905800615707685265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=1905800615707685265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1905800615707685265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1905800615707685265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-had-so-much-fun-celebrating-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeBAFHMj1vI/AAAAAAAABwY/-hFhUl3Bwg4/s72-c/prosperousChineseNewYear.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-8370475390721632557</id><published>2009-01-17T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:42:43.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>four seasons?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbrRXGCfCWI/AAAAAAAABqM/wVxhewTwFwI/s1600-h/clean+up+350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312788905125153122" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbrRXGCfCWI/AAAAAAAABqM/wVxhewTwFwI/s320/clean+up+350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbrRW8FAgcI/AAAAAAAABqE/0CNV4D7kb4w/s1600-h/clean+up+346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312788902451380674" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbrRW8FAgcI/AAAAAAAABqE/0CNV4D7kb4w/s320/clean+up+346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not having &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;seasons&lt;/span&gt; excludes us from a lot of those great “childhood memory” things… snow angels, jumping in piles of leaves, tasting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;icicles&lt;/span&gt; etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Troy tried to fake it for the kids by raking as many leaves as he could to make a measly pile. The kids thought it was a blast to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;jump&lt;/span&gt; in, even though they were hitting hard ground each time because the pile was so meager!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-8370475390721632557?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8370475390721632557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=8370475390721632557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8370475390721632557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8370475390721632557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/01/leaves.html' title='four seasons?'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbrRXGCfCWI/AAAAAAAABqM/wVxhewTwFwI/s72-c/clean+up+350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-74912849396641957</id><published>2009-01-13T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:38:35.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sassy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbnTOx-ZI4I/AAAAAAAABpE/_qmXOdYre7I/s1600-h/clean+up+325_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312509486346871682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbnTOx-ZI4I/AAAAAAAABpE/_qmXOdYre7I/s320/clean+up+325_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ella inherited bad &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt; genes (no offense to my lovely inlaws). It is thin and her hairline starts half way up her head. So we tried &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cutting&lt;/span&gt; it to see if we could make it appear fuller. The jury is still out on whether it helped or not... but she thinks she is so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sassy&lt;/span&gt; now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312511624282214802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbnVLOZ5kZI/AAAAAAAABpU/VSheDq9QOn4/s400/clean+up+326_edited.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/4033492215373041216-74912849396641957?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/74912849396641957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=74912849396641957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/74912849396641957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/74912849396641957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/01/ella-haircut.html' title='sassy'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbnTOx-ZI4I/AAAAAAAABpE/_qmXOdYre7I/s72-c/clean+up+325_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-6337097243423063325</id><published>2009-01-08T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:41:40.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeA5aqPWbFI/AAAAAAAABvQ/lVc9EW04qbc/s1600-h/fun+with+WHit+1-09+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Whitney&lt;/span&gt; here for the holidays had to be one of my favorite things. All she wanted to do while she was here was "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;" (sounds like her birthday wish mentioned &lt;a href="http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-itty-bitty-whitty.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). Quite honestly I didn't know what to do with such &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;low&lt;/span&gt; expectations. I tried my hardest to do nothing while she was around, but I was rarely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt;. We put her to work. Whitney just went between Karen, Mom and I and took an aspect of our life and decided to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fix&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbnYiCUVENI/AAAAAAAABp0/bvFGwW-HZyI/s1600-h/clean+up+321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312515314709500114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbnYiCUVENI/AAAAAAAABp0/bvFGwW-HZyI/s320/clean+up+321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Apparently Karen needed some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;make-up&lt;/span&gt; tips.. which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; with 7 kids running around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; rearranged Mom &amp;amp; Dad's living room, somehow moving a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;grand piano&lt;/span&gt; by herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeA5rbI2kWI/AAAAAAAABvY/8fS9BQmOvSw/s1600-h/fun+with+WHit+1-09+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323318177733972322" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeA5rbI2kWI/AAAAAAAABvY/8fS9BQmOvSw/s200/fun+with+WHit+1-09+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* My &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wardrobe&lt;/span&gt; was rampaged and purged of all 90s clothing. (except for the denim &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;overalls&lt;/span&gt;... I want my kids to have something totally authentic to wear for 90s day at school someday). Of course we had to try them all on and mock me first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323311642535189554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SeAzvBoC3DI/AAAAAAAABvA/iomWqTOw6tw/s400/fun+with+WHit+1-09+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbnVpK6uKII/AAAAAAAABpk/w0hv1D6gaDI/s1600-h/clean+up+322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312512138742212738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbnVpK6uKII/AAAAAAAABpk/w0hv1D6gaDI/s320/clean+up+322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *And the biggest project of all... Whit decided to fix my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt;. (They are slow as molasses and so I end up doing everything for all four of them... gets very wearing.) Whitney knocked on the front door one morning before school and introduced herself as "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Miss Independence&lt;/span&gt;". She was all dressed up with the craziest get up and make up. My kids' eyes were like saucers... they'd never seen anything like it. She explained what "independence" means and showed how she got herself dressed that morning. She had made up a little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;incentive&lt;/span&gt; program (magic beans... which they still think will "grow a surprise") for them to get dressed every morning by themselves before the timer rings. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; and Ella ate it up and took right to the idea. Way to go Miss Independence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-6337097243423063325?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6337097243423063325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=6337097243423063325' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/6337097243423063325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/6337097243423063325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/01/miss-independence.html' title='bitty'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbnYiCUVENI/AAAAAAAABp0/bvFGwW-HZyI/s72-c/clean+up+321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-5045077699034431084</id><published>2008-12-24T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:38:34.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SZyDyv_-n8I/AAAAAAAABlo/U0ERxhEDZzQ/s1600-h/clean+up+240_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304259369037111234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SZyDyv_-n8I/AAAAAAAABlo/U0ERxhEDZzQ/s400/clean+up+240_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SZyDYqaJQtI/AAAAAAAABlY/Ld2FjJaFMh0/s1600-h/clean+up+244_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304258920859648722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SZyDYqaJQtI/AAAAAAAABlY/Ld2FjJaFMh0/s400/clean+up+244_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stapley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Christmas this year and the kids made a cameo appearance in the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nativity&lt;/span&gt; play. I secretly loved Ella's scandalous &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;angel&lt;/span&gt; costume with her bare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mid drift&lt;/span&gt; showing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We did our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;candlelight&lt;/span&gt; sharing and still made it home with time to open &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pajamas&lt;/span&gt; and put treats out for Santa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-5045077699034431084?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5045077699034431084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=5045077699034431084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/5045077699034431084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/5045077699034431084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='christmas eve'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SZyDyv_-n8I/AAAAAAAABlo/U0ERxhEDZzQ/s72-c/clean+up+240_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-347818632070256490</id><published>2008-12-23T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:12:32.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbGRNiBpjUI/AAAAAAAABo8/X5v7fTJfVB4/s1600-h/clean+up+232_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310185097304575298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbGRNiBpjUI/AAAAAAAABo8/X5v7fTJfVB4/s320/clean+up+232_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whitney &amp;amp; Bryan came to help us frost Christmas &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cookies&lt;/span&gt;.  Dallin and Ella definitely take after their mother...we could barely see the cookies with the mounds of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;frosting&lt;/span&gt; they applied! Yummmmm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-347818632070256490?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/347818632070256490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=347818632070256490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/347818632070256490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/347818632070256490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/12/whitney-bryan-came-to-help-us-frost.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbGRNiBpjUI/AAAAAAAABo8/X5v7fTJfVB4/s72-c/clean+up+232_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-3198040432555124563</id><published>2008-12-13T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:38:05.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ward christmas party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304254292134201426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SZx_LPEACFI/AAAAAAAABko/P9Ihg_A6X3g/s400/clean+up+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SZyA5ltlnFI/AAAAAAAABlA/pDYdJBDdFz0/s1600-h/clean+up+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304256187999820882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SZyA5ltlnFI/AAAAAAAABlA/pDYdJBDdFz0/s320/clean+up+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SZx_WSdXXnI/AAAAAAAABk4/qTAhGT9vpYo/s1600-h/clean+up+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304254482024455794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SZx_WSdXXnI/AAAAAAAABk4/qTAhGT9vpYo/s200/clean+up+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-3198040432555124563?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3198040432555124563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=3198040432555124563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3198040432555124563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3198040432555124563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/12/ward-christmas-party.html' title='ward christmas party'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SZx_LPEACFI/AAAAAAAABko/P9Ihg_A6X3g/s72-c/clean+up+158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-3025282372875928083</id><published>2008-11-27T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:40:48.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>giving thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SYtWCy-RT5I/AAAAAAAABgo/pLtgZyid13U/s1600-h/thanksgiving+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299423992574201746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SYtWCy-RT5I/AAAAAAAABgo/pLtgZyid13U/s400/thanksgiving+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; weekend was quite enjoyable this year. We started the morning off at the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gym&lt;/span&gt; trying to offset the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;damage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we were going to do to our bodies that afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;I guess we pushed the twins a little too &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt; on their exercises because this is how we found them during lunch. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299421805606558898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SYtUDf4jXLI/AAAAAAAABgg/615BRcKgc1k/s400/clean+up+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SYupiH5WbcI/AAAAAAAABhg/OxnvtRaZ3Rs/s1600-h/clean+up+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SYuqqkTJvuI/AAAAAAAABhw/hY4QpNC91cM/s1600-h/clean+up+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299517034806755042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SYuqqkTJvuI/AAAAAAAABhw/hY4QpNC91cM/s200/clean+up+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And although dinner wasn't at Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Farnsworth's&lt;/span&gt; home like usual, we still had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Farnsworth&lt;/span&gt; size &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;feast&lt;/span&gt;. (Not that I ate anything other than rolls, mashed potatoes, and pie... why waste my stomach room on the "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;extras&lt;/span&gt;" like turkey and vegetables?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the food looked great and the company was as charming as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SYupu41wRFI/AAAAAAAABho/Y8pMybXgowA/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SYuq0GD4evI/AAAAAAAABh4/QKZDSmgp6VE/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299517198488337138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SYuq0GD4evI/AAAAAAAABh4/QKZDSmgp6VE/s200/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our meal we went on a family &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stroll&lt;/span&gt; to take advantage of the nice weather. Although Auburn decided she was done walking and would prefer a full blown &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tantrum&lt;/span&gt; on the side walk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By the end of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt; day, Auburn's attitude seem to spread to the rest of the family. Troy did spend the evening in the ER with Ella and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ear&lt;/span&gt; infections...so at least she had an excuse! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nevertheless, I am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for all the wonderful &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blessings&lt;/span&gt; in my life...I have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;many&lt;/span&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/4033492215373041216-3025282372875928083?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3025282372875928083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=3025282372875928083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3025282372875928083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3025282372875928083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/11/giving-thanks.html' title='giving thanks'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SYtWCy-RT5I/AAAAAAAABgo/pLtgZyid13U/s72-c/thanksgiving+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-2271409970771731303</id><published>2008-11-26T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:02:03.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 going on 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Saxkr0Iv2BI/AAAAAAAABoU/Yhku8igBnPQ/s1600-h/clean+up+354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308728764655458322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Saxkr0Iv2BI/AAAAAAAABoU/Yhku8igBnPQ/s400/clean+up+354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just got my first &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hate you&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from Ella. I told her she needed a shirt on under her dress ups so she wouldn't be cold. She has been screaming now for 30 minutes. I told her to go in her room until she was done screaming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's when those dreaded words came, those words that just began the rest of my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;teenage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(yes, she's only three) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daughter raising years. &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/4033492215373041216-2271409970771731303?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2271409970771731303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=2271409970771731303' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/2271409970771731303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/2271409970771731303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-going-on-13.html' title='3 going on 13'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/Saxkr0Iv2BI/AAAAAAAABoU/Yhku8igBnPQ/s72-c/clean+up+354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-446618918079651001</id><published>2008-11-11T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:03:57.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E for Effort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SY9TsWWkN0I/AAAAAAAABi4/5TXRLd2J7IA/s1600-h/clean+up+011_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300547307817940802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SY9TsWWkN0I/AAAAAAAABi4/5TXRLd2J7IA/s400/clean+up+011_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SY9VDkPkxlI/AAAAAAAABjA/9hV36o6jmY8/s1600-h/clean+up+008_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300548806195332690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SY9VDkPkxlI/AAAAAAAABjA/9hV36o6jmY8/s400/clean+up+008_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Veteran's Day we went to play &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tennis&lt;/span&gt; with Karen. All the courts were locked except for one that was being used. By the time we made it around to check all the other locks, the unlocked court became available. We tried playing but were horrible! We thought we had lost our obvious "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;skills&lt;/span&gt;" but then realized that it was so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt; we could barely see the ball. (At least that's our story, and we're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stickin&lt;/span&gt;' to it.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chalk it up as another&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; E&lt;/span&gt; for Effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-446618918079651001?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/446618918079651001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=446618918079651001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/446618918079651001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/446618918079651001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-for-effort.html' title='E for Effort'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SY9TsWWkN0I/AAAAAAAABi4/5TXRLd2J7IA/s72-c/clean+up+011_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-7672660091695548806</id><published>2008-11-07T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:43:16.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>book fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SY9LpAZ3yPI/AAAAAAAABiw/8pE6irnDhJk/s1600-h/lunch+with+dallin+november+7,+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300538454293596402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SY9LpAZ3yPI/AAAAAAAABiw/8pE6irnDhJk/s400/lunch+with+dallin+november+7,+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; was having a family &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;picnic&lt;/span&gt; at school in conjunction with the school Book Fair. Being a sucker for family outings and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt;, I was excited to take the girls to join him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lunch was a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spectacle&lt;/span&gt;.. nothing out of the ordinary for us. So when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; was finally finished eating we eagerly went to check out the book fair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; we could get something &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; at the fair (I'm always looking for excuses to buy books!) But when we got inside the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt; cramped portable, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; had another special treat in mind.... a huge &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bug vacuum&lt;/span&gt;. I was at my wits end already with the three girls running every which way pulling down books every where they walked and now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; starts into &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hysterics&lt;/span&gt;. Tears, wailing tears, because he doesn't want a book from the BOOK fair, he wants a toy. It's called a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOOK&lt;/span&gt; fair for a reason!! I was trying to console him in the corner while prying the bug vacuum from his fingers. It wasn't working. Time passed. Too much time, I knew there were going to be consequences. I stood up and spanned the crowded room knowing I had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; at least one of my children. And sure enough, after crawling under all the tables and shelves to find Ella and Allison, Auburn was gone. It's funny though, I wasn't even panicked. I didn't have enough energy to panic. I just waltzed out the door with three screaming kids on my hips (yes, my poor hips were outnumbered). And as I loaded up the stroller I heard the "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lost Child&lt;/span&gt;" announcement on the loud speaker. Then I began the walk of&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; shame&lt;/span&gt;. From the very back of the lunch group, I had to lug my crying 5 year old, my 3 year old who is clutching a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stolen&lt;/span&gt; book from the fair, and a dangling 18 month old to claim her match. My face (and my apparent situation) just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dared&lt;/span&gt; anyone to say something or make mental judgement. Let's give it up to mother of the year. See ya at next year's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;book&lt;/span&gt; fair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-7672660091695548806?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7672660091695548806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=7672660091695548806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/7672660091695548806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/7672660091695548806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/11/book-fair.html' title='book fair'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SY9LpAZ3yPI/AAAAAAAABiw/8pE6irnDhJk/s72-c/lunch+with+dallin+november+7,+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-8679002806241090835</id><published>2008-10-31T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:39:32.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6297dd400cdc2a8e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-408607626453943308</id><published>2008-10-31T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:39:05.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lunch at gg &amp; gpa's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STNWh89DKQI/AAAAAAAABFU/xJodICxue5g/s1600-h/halloween+2008+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274654729878841602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STNWh89DKQI/AAAAAAAABFU/xJodICxue5g/s200/halloween+2008+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halloween always begins with Trick-or-Treating and a special &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; lunch at Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Farnsworth&lt;/span&gt;'s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel bad I have so many pictures of the girls and only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; of Dallin. His costume wasn't completely assembled and he and Carter were messing around so much it just wasn't worth the fight. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274651490727276898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STNTlaLIsWI/AAAAAAAABE0/bPhBCZTj9P8/s400/halloween+2008+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274651492697069266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STNTlhgxVtI/AAAAAAAABE8/UIeVZoqdOkU/s400/halloween+at+ggs+october+30,+2008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274651482180052226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STNTk6VUZQI/AAAAAAAABEs/EySUQ-0drxg/s400/halloween+2008+0132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STNU_QeSpHI/AAAAAAAABFE/JO6_enz2oWw/s1600-h/halloween+2008+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274653034311492722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STNU_QeSpHI/AAAAAAAABFE/JO6_enz2oWw/s320/halloween+2008+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Auburn loved &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sweeping &lt;/span&gt;up GG's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rocks&lt;/span&gt;... almost as much as she and Allison loved &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;throwing&lt;/span&gt; them all over the patio. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STNYkz_rFPI/AAAAAAAABFs/qklFZwY1gH4/s1600-h/halloween+2008+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274656978036790514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STNYkz_rFPI/AAAAAAAABFs/qklFZwY1gH4/s200/halloween+2008+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STNXfkdOO1I/AAAAAAAABFc/907jED2Dtt8/s1600-h/halloween+2008+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STNXf5stOwI/AAAAAAAABFk/VzGX4J6Lpug/s1600-h/halloween+at+ggs+october+30,+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Grandma are the best to make such a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;memorable&lt;/span&gt; afternoon for the kids. &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/4033492215373041216-408607626453943308?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/408607626453943308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=408607626453943308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/408607626453943308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/408607626453943308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='lunch at gg &amp; gpa&apos;s'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STNWh89DKQI/AAAAAAAABFU/xJodICxue5g/s72-c/halloween+2008+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-6253868323198664457</id><published>2008-10-26T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T13:55:42.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goody ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STG4g6AhwUI/AAAAAAAABEk/Jk404ZUKGAc/s1600-h/halloween+2008+026_edited_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274199514094354754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STG4g6AhwUI/AAAAAAAABEk/Jk404ZUKGAc/s320/halloween+2008+026_edited_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite part of Halloween this year was the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Goody Ghost&lt;/span&gt;. Every few nights we would go out delivering treats to unsuspecting friends and neighbors. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; and Ella loved wearing their ghost costumes to run to and from the doors. They would &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;practice&lt;/span&gt; over and over at our door... ringing the doorbell as the other one feigned surprise that there were "goodies" at the doorstep. (Ella didn't understand what a "goody" was.. and she said it so funny...gu-dy.) Then they would switch and the other would have a turn... this went on all night. (I was trying to remind myself it was a good thing that my doorbell was ringing every 30 seconds for 45 minutes straight.) But it was so nice to see them excited about giving. Although it did begin with a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;meltdown&lt;/span&gt; thinking ALL their treats were being given away... but once they were assured that one was waiting at home for them.. the giving spirit was back into effect! Hey.. it's gotta start somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best night was on Sunday when they got all dressed up into their Halloween costumes and we went to deliver treats and sing Halloween carols to some of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;widows&lt;/span&gt; and older couples in the ward. The kids did a great job &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;singing&lt;/span&gt;, "Boo!", "Mean Old Witch" and "Mr. Jack-o-Lantern". And the best part was when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; and Ella shared their Halloween&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; jokes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;Q: What do you call a witch who lives at the beach"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A: A sandwich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q: What's a ghost's favorite kind of ice cream? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BOOnilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But instead of sticking with the script.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; insisted on sharing his joke that he made up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q: What do you call a ghost that flies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A: A bird ghost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah.. it was a knee slapper! :) But everyone laughed like he was Johnny Carson!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STG3wlARVYI/AAAAAAAABEc/IFkDU_kCShg/s1600-h/halloween+2008+043_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274198683822413186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STG3wlARVYI/AAAAAAAABEc/IFkDU_kCShg/s200/halloween+2008+043_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I almost felt &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt; for how good I was feeling as we were supposedly "serving" someone else. I LOVE that generation of people. They treat my kids like they walk on water, they give them so much positive encouragement and praise.. I just wish my kids could fully understand the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;greatness&lt;/span&gt; of these men and women.. the things that they have experienced, all they have learned and know, how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt; and powerful they truly are. But for now.. they're just thrilled when they give them &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;candy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby steps! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-6253868323198664457?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6253868323198664457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=6253868323198664457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/6253868323198664457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/6253868323198664457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-favorite-part-of-halloween-this-year.html' title='goody ghost'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STG4g6AhwUI/AAAAAAAABEk/Jk404ZUKGAc/s72-c/halloween+2008+026_edited_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-5932421402302985170</id><published>2008-10-24T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:50:17.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spooktacular</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQPa9VJZkTI/AAAAAAAABAg/Zr82kg2sJmA/s1600-h/eyeballs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261289536882315570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQPa9VJZkTI/AAAAAAAABAg/Zr82kg2sJmA/s400/eyeballs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Smith's had the coolest &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; party! There were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tons&lt;/span&gt; of kids, games, and amazing food. And it wasn't any of that nasty kid Halloween stuff.. it was so eerily&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; gourmet&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; tasty:&lt;br /&gt;black-eyed pea salsa....."roadkill"&lt;br /&gt;tortilla chips................... "scabs"&lt;br /&gt;chicken chili.................... "witch's brew&lt;br /&gt;baked brie with apples... " mad scientist head"&lt;br /&gt;then of course the eyeballs and weir-wolf poop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261288954453638098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQPabbblO9I/AAAAAAAABAY/NVkwni79oMU/s320/warewolf+poop.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't know how Laura pulled it all off. I would have been a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;frazzled&lt;/span&gt; wreck with so much going on... but her personality allowed it to be so comfortable and fun for everyone. That girl is so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;talented&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/4033492215373041216-5932421402302985170?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5932421402302985170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=5932421402302985170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/5932421402302985170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/5932421402302985170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/10/spooktacular.html' title='spooktacular'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQPa9VJZkTI/AAAAAAAABAg/Zr82kg2sJmA/s72-c/eyeballs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-3579111748553020621</id><published>2008-10-24T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:47:10.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pumkins with papacito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STGwTwLJRFI/AAAAAAAABEM/uLYr5fklKbw/s1600-h/from+karen+october+2008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274190492023211090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STGwTwLJRFI/AAAAAAAABEM/uLYr5fklKbw/s320/from+karen+october+2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad invited us to his office's Halloween &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt; carving party. It's just tradition to carve pumpkins with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;. He is known for his creative carving &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'visions'&lt;/span&gt;. This year I think he was feeling a bit &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stifled&lt;/span&gt; by the kids' inability to 'get outside the box'... but he handled it well and the kids had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STGtdy8dCxI/AAAAAAAABDs/lp59pNWwOWU/s1600-h/halloween+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274187366030707474" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STGtdy8dCxI/AAAAAAAABDs/lp59pNWwOWU/s200/halloween+2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STGuFF6Y3XI/AAAAAAAABD0/uvyKDqhqdPo/s1600-h/from+karen+october+2008+009_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274188041137216882" style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STGuFF6Y3XI/AAAAAAAABD0/uvyKDqhqdPo/s200/from+karen+october+2008+009_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just tried to keep Allison and Auburn busy eating &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cookies&lt;/span&gt; so they wouldn't run wild in the parking lot. It worked for about 5 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-3579111748553020621?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3579111748553020621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=3579111748553020621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3579111748553020621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3579111748553020621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/10/dad-invited-us-to-his-offices-halloween.html' title='pumkins with papacito'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/STGwTwLJRFI/AAAAAAAABEM/uLYr5fklKbw/s72-c/from+karen+october+2008+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-4608795322859382148</id><published>2008-10-23T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T14:02:36.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ghost of halloween past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2004:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little German Boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2005:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Robin Hood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQ3seIMtU9I/AAAAAAAABCI/pIO78QzV8DE/s1600-h/IMG_0421_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264123541806994386" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQ3seIMtU9I/AAAAAAAABCI/pIO78QzV8DE/s320/IMG_0421_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQ3segesJ1I/AAAAAAAABCU/LO0Su_MnP2U/s1600-h/IMG_1272_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264123548324865874" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQ3segesJ1I/AAAAAAAABCU/LO0Su_MnP2U/s320/IMG_1272_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2006:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cowboy &amp;amp; Indian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQ3sdw-ZnWI/AAAAAAAABCA/7W1m1w9bUIU/s1600-h/2008-11-02-1059-22_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264123535572966754" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQ3sdw-ZnWI/AAAAAAAABCA/7W1m1w9bUIU/s320/2008-11-02-1059-22_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQ3sdCmb7gI/AAAAAAAABB4/mMuN_D_6FK8/s1600-h/2008-11-02-1059-40_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264123523124424194" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQ3sdCmb7gI/AAAAAAAABB4/mMuN_D_6FK8/s320/2008-11-02-1059-40_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2007:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pirates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264128890515408514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQ3xVdsKxoI/AAAAAAAABC4/cUWDp9BSMCI/s400/sunny+mesa+fall+festival+october+27,+2007+019_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264126291742140162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQ3u-MgVpwI/AAAAAAAABCo/utmcKRr0UOI/s320/halloween+2007+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2008:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh.. the anticipation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-4608795322859382148?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4608795322859382148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=4608795322859382148' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4608795322859382148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4608795322859382148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/11/ghost-of-halloween-past.html' title='ghost of halloween past'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQ3seIMtU9I/AAAAAAAABCI/pIO78QzV8DE/s72-c/IMG_0421_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-6867507299334110031</id><published>2008-10-22T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:25:21.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>older &amp; wiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQS3wZqMllI/AAAAAAAABBQ/BWX2dmZ1rDw/s1600-h/troy+bday+october+22,+2008+008_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261532306825057874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQS3wZqMllI/AAAAAAAABBQ/BWX2dmZ1rDw/s200/troy+bday+october+22,+2008+008_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Troy's birthday we took a last minute mini &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;road trip&lt;/span&gt;. We headed north to one of Arizona's hottest tourist spots...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Payson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :) And we left no sight unseen. Our first destination was the old bike shop that you pass on the highway. We'd always wondered what the heap of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;junk&lt;/span&gt; was...and we found out it was just that. "30 years in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;makin&lt;/span&gt;" the toothless woman told us. Over 10,000 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bikes&lt;/span&gt;! She even let us climb the old car trailer to get an aerial shot. It was actually quite impressive, and once we started walking around we found that there was some semblance of order in the lot. There is just something cool about large amounts of things, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;collections&lt;/span&gt; of any random sort become novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261522173896334898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQSuiljunjI/AAAAAAAABBA/78cPFV8F3Vg/s400/troy+bday+october+22,+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Next we hiked &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Natural Bridge&lt;/span&gt; which was absolutely beautiful. We went all the way through this time since we didn't have the babies on our backs. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261516498089948194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQSpYNiCNCI/AAAAAAAABAw/bCNt5Y59Hq0/s400/troy+bday+october+22,+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Everything was so lush and green and the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;waterfalls&lt;/span&gt; made you feel you were somewhere exotic. We couldn't have asked for better weather and the company was ideal. It was fun just talking with Troy using &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;uninterrupted&lt;/span&gt; sentences. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261516515624594818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQSpZO2nrYI/AAAAAAAABA4/S-JjShsUDoA/s400/troy+bday+october+22,+2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We enjoyed lunch at a little roadside diner and walked through The Old Randall house. Then we went up to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pine&lt;/span&gt; and visited the graves of Troy's grandparents. Next we were off on the hunt for my "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;starter cabin&lt;/span&gt;"...unfortunately, it's just not meant to be...yet! :) After inhaling our brownie sundaes we headed back into the valley. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We stopped by Troy's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;office &lt;/span&gt;and I tried to do a little housekeeping while he worked, much to his &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;irritation&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently setting up shelves and filing is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; what he wanted done on his birthday. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQS3wJ4EueI/AAAAAAAABBI/bPIfntScVWU/s1600-h/troy+bday+october+22,+2008+023_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQTEVpFpKlI/AAAAAAAABBY/IXuEdJud9Ac/s1600-h/troy+bday+october+22,+2008+023_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261546140761401938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQTEVpFpKlI/AAAAAAAABBY/IXuEdJud9Ac/s320/troy+bday+october+22,+2008+023_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And no &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; would be complete without a trip to the local pawn shop. ??? Troy heard on the news, that with all this economic mess, pawn shops are being infiltrated with good stuff. So he wanted to go check it out. What makes this even more&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; random&lt;/span&gt; is this is SO not Troy's style. First off, he doesn't ever buy anything, second, if he ever did buy something, he would know exactly what he's going to get, style, color, price etc. So randomly going to see what a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pawn&lt;/span&gt; shop had to offer just threw me for a loop. But, it was his birthday... he ran the show (and I almost got a new platinum &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;diamond&lt;/span&gt; ring out of the deal!) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; day overall and it was nice to remember how much we &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; each other when all the other stuff is taken away. :) We came home that night to happy kids and a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;worn out&lt;/span&gt; Karen...what a trooper! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Heeney&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/4033492215373041216-6867507299334110031?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6867507299334110031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=6867507299334110031' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/6867507299334110031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/6867507299334110031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/10/older-wiser.html' title='older &amp; wiser'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQS3wZqMllI/AAAAAAAABBQ/BWX2dmZ1rDw/s72-c/troy+bday+october+22,+2008+008_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-5004237342415681462</id><published>2008-10-21T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:10:18.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday cooper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQCtTdyDGuI/AAAAAAAAA_4/mVPaQJQXGE4/s1600-h/cooper"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260394914692405986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQCtTdyDGuI/AAAAAAAAA_4/mVPaQJQXGE4/s400/cooper%27s+bday+party+october+21,+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heather &amp;amp; Colby are always so good to invite our crazy crew to all the fun birthday &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;parties&lt;/span&gt; they have. We look forward to them even more now that we &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;barely&lt;/span&gt; see each other. It's always nice (and rare) to have friends that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; husbands and wives equally enjoy each other. They have been a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt; find for us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cooper had a Thomas the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Train&lt;/span&gt; party at Peter Piper Pizza. Ella could have ridden the rocket ship &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;merry-go- round&lt;/span&gt; all afternoon. In fact, she did.  Allison didn't mind joining her and took the turns quiet emotionless.  Auburn wasn't going to go around that easy.. it was a scene of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;panic&lt;/span&gt; each time she got close to the rides.   (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; didn't mind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;benefiting&lt;/span&gt; from her unused &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tokens&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260394585749668530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQCtAUX_QrI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Y1eERZgR8Ps/s400/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was a great &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt; from the everyday routine and always fun to hang with the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bowers&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Cooper! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-5004237342415681462?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5004237342415681462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=5004237342415681462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/5004237342415681462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/5004237342415681462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-cooper.html' title='happy birthday cooper'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQCtTdyDGuI/AAAAAAAAA_4/mVPaQJQXGE4/s72-c/cooper%27s+bday+party+october+21,+2008+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-9092661003162658888</id><published>2008-10-21T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:27:52.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dallin's dictionary</title><content type='html'>just kidding /juhst-kid-EEng/, intransitive verb:  it's what you say when they hear you saying something they don't like, so you don't get in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Direct quote from Dallin to Carter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-9092661003162658888?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/9092661003162658888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=9092661003162658888' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/9092661003162658888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/9092661003162658888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/10/dallins-dictionary.html' title='dallin&apos;s dictionary'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-680579078273254805</id><published>2008-10-19T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:24:43.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so you want to be president</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPv5n8DFJ7I/AAAAAAAAA_A/AU2g5OrkRLo/s1600-h/So_You_Want_to_Be_President__(4697_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259071454414448562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPv5n8DFJ7I/AAAAAAAAA_A/AU2g5OrkRLo/s200/So_You_Want_to_Be_President__(4697_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPv4hm1vAtI/AAAAAAAAA-4/ffnb5QWtD4E/s1600-h/So_You_Want_to_Be_President__(4697_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of my most &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; things are 1) when my kids eat &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;vegetables&lt;/span&gt; 2) when my kids play creatively together and 3) when my kids are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt;. So it did my heart well to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Ella cuddled up on their &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;grandparents'&lt;/span&gt; laps reading before bed tonight. Dad read them, So You Want to Be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;President&lt;/span&gt;. I love this book.. I find it interesting, informative and the illustrations are award winning. It's a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bit&lt;/span&gt; longer than a little children's book, but I can usually cruise through it, on average, in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; minutes. After checking the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;clock&lt;/span&gt;, I was sure Dad had moved onto the next book, it had been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;34&lt;/span&gt; minutes! But, no... he was still in there on the reading chair going meticulously through each page. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;41&lt;/span&gt; minutes... still reading. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;53 &lt;/span&gt;minutes...are you serious?!! Finally the book closed but he then had to extend the story by showing the kids pictures of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mt. Rushmore&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;. We were just shaking our heads... that's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;Dad! Once again... luckiest kids alive! (&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; included).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-680579078273254805?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/680579078273254805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=680579078273254805' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/680579078273254805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/680579078273254805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-you-want-to-be-president.html' title='so you want to be president'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPv5n8DFJ7I/AAAAAAAAA_A/AU2g5OrkRLo/s72-c/So_You_Want_to_Be_President__(4697_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-1505932549892244127</id><published>2008-10-15T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:07:06.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>proof</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never like to throw the kids' &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;crafts&lt;/span&gt; away.. but nor do I like to store them in every nook &amp;amp; cranny of our house. So, I figure, if I get a picture for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;posterity, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and to remind myself in years to come that I did play with my children.... once something breaks of finds its way into "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;file 13&lt;/span&gt;" there has been no long term harm done. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261942425107369490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQYswbUVDhI/AAAAAAAABBg/KoC7bGtRC4g/s400/2008-10-27-1352-39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Usually when we make things I tell the kids what we're making and we follow my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;directions&lt;/span&gt;, this time I just gave them popscicle sticks and glue and they were in heaven! Among my favorite &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;creations&lt;/span&gt; were Ella's model of herself and Dallin's 4 wing-fighter. &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/4033492215373041216-1505932549892244127?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1505932549892244127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=1505932549892244127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1505932549892244127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1505932549892244127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-never-like-to-throw-kids-crafts-away.html' title='proof'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SQYswbUVDhI/AAAAAAAABBg/KoC7bGtRC4g/s72-c/2008-10-27-1352-39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-8149130045823777573</id><published>2008-10-15T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:49:14.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken enchiladas with green salsa</title><content type='html'>This turned out so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tasty&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPzSAvA2muI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/VfWV4gMJfbk/s1600-h/0708_regional_faves_4_158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259309374923774690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPzSAvA2muI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/VfWV4gMJfbk/s320/0708_regional_faves_4_158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 tablespoons canola oil&lt;br /&gt;2 small zucchini, diced&lt;br /&gt;1 small red onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 ear of corn, kernels cut off the cob (about 1/2 cup)&lt;br /&gt;1 2 1/2- to 3-pound rotisserie chicken, meat shredded&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups (6 ounces) shredded Monterey Jack&lt;br /&gt;Kosher salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;12 6-inch corn tortillas&lt;br /&gt;1 pound tomatillos, husks removed&lt;br /&gt;1 jalapeño, seeded&lt;br /&gt;1 cup fresh cilantro leaves&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon fresh lime juice&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sour cream (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oven to 400° F. Heat 1 tablespoon of the oil in a medium skillet over medium-high heat. Add the zucchini, onion, and corn and cook, stirring, until the onion begins to soften, 3 to 5 minutes. Transfer to a large bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the chicken, Monterey Jack, 1 teaspoon salt, and 1/4 teaspoon pepper. Mix to combine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wipe out the skillet and heat the remaining oil over medium heat. One at a time, cook the tortillas in the oil until softened, 10 to 15 seconds per side. Transfer to a paper towel-lined plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divide the chicken mixture among the tortillas, roll them up, and place seam-side down in a large baking dish. Bake until heated through, 8 to 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;In a food processor, pulse the tomatillos, jalapeño, cilantro, lime juice, and 1/2 teaspoon salt until finely chopped. Serve the enchiladas with the salsa and sour cream, if using.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-8149130045823777573?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8149130045823777573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=8149130045823777573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8149130045823777573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8149130045823777573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/10/chicken-enchiladas-with-green-salsa.html' title='chicken enchiladas with green salsa'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPzSAvA2muI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/VfWV4gMJfbk/s72-c/0708_regional_faves_4_158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-8121564108462813918</id><published>2008-10-14T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:00:01.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fciD_II7NI&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Should I be nervous that Ella recognized &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Feist&lt;/span&gt; and her song, but had no idea who the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/span&gt; monsters were?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-8121564108462813918?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8121564108462813918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=8121564108462813918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8121564108462813918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8121564108462813918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-5826352043294747759</id><published>2008-10-13T21:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:05:18.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pumkin patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbGPcyFN2aI/AAAAAAAABo0/Sn1oaflxCs8/s1600-h/pumpkin+patch+october+13,+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We met all the Stapley's at the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pumkin Patch&lt;/span&gt; for FHE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbGPcZ43ziI/AAAAAAAABos/peVSH8BW31c/s1600-h/pumpkin+patch+october+13,+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310183153795059234" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbGPcZ43ziI/AAAAAAAABos/peVSH8BW31c/s200/pumpkin+patch+october+13,+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbGPcyFN2aI/AAAAAAAABo0/Sn1oaflxCs8/s1600-h/pumpkin+patch+october+13,+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310183160289286562" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbGPcyFN2aI/AAAAAAAABo0/Sn1oaflxCs8/s200/pumpkin+patch+october+13,+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The girls loved the little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chickies&lt;/span&gt;. And I'm sure Dallin &amp;amp; Ella had something they loved as well, only I wouldn't know because they were so busy playing with their older &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't see them once. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-5826352043294747759?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5826352043294747759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=5826352043294747759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/5826352043294747759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/5826352043294747759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumkin-patch.html' title='pumkin patch'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SbGPcZ43ziI/AAAAAAAABos/peVSH8BW31c/s72-c/pumpkin+patch+october+13,+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-2220695882110277959</id><published>2008-10-13T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:09:46.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twins mischief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SSA8eFEl2eI/AAAAAAAABDM/_YdHLYkhZtg/s1600-h/hangin+out+october+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269278051478657506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SSA8eFEl2eI/AAAAAAAABDM/_YdHLYkhZtg/s400/hangin+out+october+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why are white &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;silk&lt;/span&gt; curtains the favorite hiding places for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;peanut butter&lt;/span&gt; and banana covered fingers?&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/4033492215373041216-2220695882110277959?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2220695882110277959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=2220695882110277959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/2220695882110277959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/2220695882110277959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/10/twins-mischief.html' title='twins mischief'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SSA8eFEl2eI/AAAAAAAABDM/_YdHLYkhZtg/s72-c/hangin+out+october+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-2711106413828653831</id><published>2008-10-13T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:06:01.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lookin' for fun &amp; feelin' groovy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPTcrmHpwrI/AAAAAAAAA8M/3cOgB-k3uQc/s1600-h/carter"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257069306573341362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPTcrmHpwrI/AAAAAAAAA8M/3cOgB-k3uQc/s400/carter%27s+tie+dye+party+october+13,+2008+004_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPTdAZtTyDI/AAAAAAAAA8U/LcqPTCvRoxA/s1600-h/2008-10-07-1342-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257069664018876466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPTdAZtTyDI/AAAAAAAAA8U/LcqPTCvRoxA/s400/2008-10-07-1342-20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karen did such a darling job on Carter's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tie-Dye&lt;/span&gt; Party! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;brave&lt;/span&gt; to have so many little boys running around her house, let alone handling paints! They all did a surprisingly great job and their shirts turned out so "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;groovy&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPTeUWZELqI/AAAAAAAAA8k/eo8jCRvqqEU/s1600-h/carter"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257071106237673122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPTeUWZELqI/AAAAAAAAA8k/eo8jCRvqqEU/s200/carter%27s+tie+dye+party+october+13,+2008+006_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPTe93t1wTI/AAAAAAAAA8s/UydZMC7jSNU/s1600-h/carter"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257071819557814578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPTe93t1wTI/AAAAAAAAA8s/UydZMC7jSNU/s200/carter%27s+tie+dye+party+october+13,+2008+003_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also made their own tie-dyed crayons and had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;psychadelic&lt;/span&gt; cupcakes. Good job &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;K. &lt;/span&gt;Happy Birthday Carter.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPTfRDSGDRI/AAAAAAAAA80/XNTCMyCF4hU/s1600-h/carter"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257072149080182034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPTfRDSGDRI/AAAAAAAAA80/XNTCMyCF4hU/s200/carter%27s+tie+dye+party+october+13,+2008+001_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-2711106413828653831?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2711106413828653831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=2711106413828653831' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/2711106413828653831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/2711106413828653831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/10/lookin-for-fun-feelin-groovy.html' title='lookin&apos; for fun &amp; feelin&apos; groovy'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPTcrmHpwrI/AAAAAAAAA8M/3cOgB-k3uQc/s72-c/carter%27s+tie+dye+party+october+13,+2008+004_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-8864536021260224036</id><published>2008-09-17T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:09:29.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the tuna sandwich</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some years ago there was an incident involving a tuna sandwich. I don't remember the details, but it was along the lines of...newlywed being &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;served&lt;/span&gt; lunch by her husband only to find out he had actually eaten all the lunch himself without considering his new bride and her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hunger&lt;/span&gt;. Something along those lines. So as the years have passed...any time Troy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;forgets&lt;/span&gt; to consider me in food preparation or any fleeting desire I might have.. I remind him of the tuna sandwich. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SP4Y96-eVII/AAAAAAAAA_Y/eMeYZrZK5Xs/s1600-h/troy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259670860142579202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SP4ax8ZFjgI/AAAAAAAAA_g/vVqE9os2oK8/s320/troy%27s+rootbeer+september+17,+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Back story being told, Saturday I ran to the Dollar Store to pick up some things for Dallin's humanitarian project. While I was there I spotted large cans of IBC &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rootbeer&lt;/span&gt;. (I LOVE rootbeer!) So I bought &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; for Troy and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; for myself. Later that day I drank them &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;. When Troy came searching for his afternoon treat he promptly called me on my "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tuna sandwich&lt;/span&gt;" behavior. So to rectify my faux-pas, Monday morning the fridge was FULL of Troy's own &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt; stash of IBC rootbeer. I think I'm forgiven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-8864536021260224036?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8864536021260224036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=8864536021260224036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8864536021260224036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8864536021260224036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-years-ago-there-was-incident.html' title='the tuna sandwich'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SP4ax8ZFjgI/AAAAAAAAA_g/vVqE9os2oK8/s72-c/troy%27s+rootbeer+september+17,+2008+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-3841063242712431755</id><published>2008-09-02T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:56:55.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>abc...easy as...123</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257795768943261458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPdxZRVqNxI/AAAAAAAAA88/oSH1jP27Bo4/s400/ella+first+day+of+school+september+2,+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After two years of shuttling Dallin to and from preschool and having to watch from the car window, Ella was more than &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ready&lt;/span&gt; to finally get out of her car seat and go &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt; of Miss Christy's preschool. It will be extra fun because she already has &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; to go with!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257796578982693202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPdyIa-HCVI/AAAAAAAAA9E/MZOtH0kh4lg/s320/ella%27s+first+day+of+school+september+2,+2008+002_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-3841063242712431755?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3841063242712431755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=3841063242712431755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3841063242712431755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3841063242712431755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='abc...easy as...123'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPdxZRVqNxI/AAAAAAAAA88/oSH1jP27Bo4/s72-c/ella+first+day+of+school+september+2,+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-4462711803693598236</id><published>2008-08-25T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:42:00.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prima ballerina</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256477230703054562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPLCMPn8DuI/AAAAAAAAA70/mAffudHWaWc/s400/ella+dance+august+18,+2008+001_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPLCXoZ2dEI/AAAAAAAAA78/eBwYsNTLUl0/s1600-h/ella+dance+august+18,+2008+003_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256477426333414466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPLCXoZ2dEI/AAAAAAAAA78/eBwYsNTLUl0/s200/ella+dance+august+18,+2008+003_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ella has been so into &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ballet&lt;/span&gt; this last year; all she sings is the music from The Nutcracker, Swan Lake, and any other classical music she hears. When she does her "ballet" that means she holds onto something (a couch, your finger etc.) and puts her leg out in an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;arabesque&lt;/span&gt;. So when I was driving her to her first day of dance she was quite put out that I wasn't going to be in the class with her so she could do "ballet". She finally decided it would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;o.k.&lt;/span&gt; because her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;teacher &lt;/span&gt;would hold her finger. When I explained there were lots of other girls in her class and the teacher wouldn't be able to do that she looked perplexed and said, "then we need to go back because we forgot to bring our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;couch.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256478509942649570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPLDWtKbMuI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Wa8kxA3IbbU/s320/ella+dance+august+25,+2008+002_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPLB7_h_54I/AAAAAAAAA7s/JPW8sEozLoI/s1600-h/ella+dance+august+25,+2008+002_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-4462711803693598236?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4462711803693598236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=4462711803693598236' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4462711803693598236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4462711803693598236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/08/dance-magic-dance.html' title='prima ballerina'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPLCMPn8DuI/AAAAAAAAA70/mAffudHWaWc/s72-c/ella+dance+august+18,+2008+001_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-1958744048405412776</id><published>2008-08-23T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:44:58.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beat the heat retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJQcyQYOFI/AAAAAAAAA5U/KxRQ2orKtFY/s1600-h/beat+the+heat+retreat+august+22nd+&amp;amp;+23rd+012_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256352170551818322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJQcyQYOFI/AAAAAAAAA5U/KxRQ2orKtFY/s400/beat+the+heat+retreat+august+22nd+%26+23rd+012_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJCuXLDKgI/AAAAAAAAA4s/7ANPuTbUP2Q/s1600-h/beat+the+heat+retreat+august+22nd+&amp;amp;+23rd+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256337079356566018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJCuXLDKgI/AAAAAAAAA4s/7ANPuTbUP2Q/s200/beat+the+heat+retreat+august+22nd+%26+23rd+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJCuZS4N1I/AAAAAAAAA40/m-WTnMm2CKs/s1600-h/beat+the+heat+retreat+august+22nd+&amp;amp;+23rd+004_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256337079926273874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJCuZS4N1I/AAAAAAAAA40/m-WTnMm2CKs/s200/beat+the+heat+retreat+august+22nd+%26+23rd+004_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJCuwL3p8I/AAAAAAAAA48/sKFY4Wn8XGo/s1600-h/beat+the+heat+retreat+august+22nd+&amp;amp;+23rd+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256337086070892482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJCuwL3p8I/AAAAAAAAA48/sKFY4Wn8XGo/s200/beat+the+heat+retreat+august+22nd+%26+23rd+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJCvPhi6rI/AAAAAAAAA5E/garp2S3va54/s1600-h/beat+the+heat+retreat+august+22nd+&amp;amp;+23rd+011_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256337094483307186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJCvPhi6rI/AAAAAAAAA5E/garp2S3va54/s200/beat+the+heat+retreat+august+22nd+%26+23rd+011_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking at these pictures, they portray a peaceful &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;serenity&lt;/span&gt; that you can only find in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nature&lt;/span&gt;. Who would guess that the following picture is the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;antithesis&lt;/span&gt; of that serenity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256328042044508786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPI6gUj8ynI/AAAAAAAAA30/eczw6MIFokg/s400/beat+the+heat+retreat+august+22nd+%26+23rd+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Allison &amp;amp; Auburn proved to have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;loathing &lt;/span&gt;toward camping and the great outdoors. They screamed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; they were put down...leaving me with fried &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nerves&lt;/span&gt; and tired arms. I was trying so hard to have a good attitude and put on a good face, but I was miserable! It wouldn't be so bad if we were alone.. I was just extra &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt; with all the other families camping around us. So I spent the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;entire&lt;/span&gt; night juggling the babies trying to keep them quiet..an almost impossible task. It didn't help that it was a lot colder than I had anticipated and in packing for all the kids, completely forgot to pack for myself. So &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shivering&lt;/span&gt;, I finally loaded the twins in the car and put a movie on for them till the rest of the camp woke up. I LOVE camping.. but I'm pretty emotionally &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;scarred&lt;/span&gt; after this experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJQD0qRqwI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Yj4LqCBhOpM/s1600-h/beat+the+heat+retreat+august+22nd+&amp;amp;+23rd+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256351741700582146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJQD0qRqwI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Yj4LqCBhOpM/s320/beat+the+heat+retreat+august+22nd+%26+23rd+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now to look on the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bright&lt;/span&gt; side... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; and Ella were fabulous and all the other kids really took them under their wings. They loved finding &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rocks&lt;/span&gt; to add to the ever growing collection and digging in any sand pile they could find. They were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;filthy&lt;/span&gt; and blissfully happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256328048060067490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPI6gq-K7qI/AAAAAAAAA4E/11-gEs6TmVI/s400/beat+the+heat+retreat+august+22nd+%26+23rd+013_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-1958744048405412776?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1958744048405412776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=1958744048405412776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1958744048405412776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1958744048405412776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/07/beat-heat-retreat.html' title='beat the heat retreat'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJQcyQYOFI/AAAAAAAAA5U/KxRQ2orKtFY/s72-c/beat+the+heat+retreat+august+22nd+%26+23rd+012_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-2530204669092200277</id><published>2008-08-15T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T08:20:15.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJjnIfG63I/AAAAAAAAA6M/e-o_KV1xF-E/s1600-h/texas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256373239038798706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJjnIfG63I/AAAAAAAAA6M/e-o_KV1xF-E/s400/texas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm still not &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;emotionally&lt;/span&gt; ready to write this post. The fact that we strung Whitney's (&amp;amp; Bryan, Christopher, Bono, &amp;amp; Fritz) departure out for days and days did not help matters either. Whitney and Bryan are heading to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lubbock&lt;/span&gt;, Texas where Bryan will be starting law school. Although we are trying to act supportive.. we're not. We're selfish and want them here. But.. Que va hacer? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJkE5aPeAI/AAAAAAAAA6U/urBPZNoVHJo/s1600-h/texas+going+away+party+august+10,+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256373750387931138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJkE5aPeAI/AAAAAAAAA6U/urBPZNoVHJo/s200/texas+going+away+party+august+10,+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started the marathon&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; farewell&lt;/span&gt; Sunday with a Texas style dinner at our house. The kids even made a bunch of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt; flags to hang around the kitchen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJeUjzC40I/AAAAAAAAA6E/KkjawXM_Cbo/s1600-h/texas+going+away+party+august+10,+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256367422394524482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJeUjzC40I/AAAAAAAAA6E/KkjawXM_Cbo/s320/texas+going+away+party+august+10,+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was fun having everyone together... and I just love watching other people (Neil) try to do the twin thing. It makes me realize I have learned a few &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pearls of&lt;/span&gt; wisdom&lt;/span&gt; along the way.. like don't ever think you are going to sit down and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; your own glass of water with twins on your lap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJdHG6EkfI/AAAAAAAAA50/H73p2865XNc/s1600-h/another+going+away+party+august+14,+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJdHG6EkfI/AAAAAAAAA50/H73p2865XNc/s1600-h/another+going+away+party+august+14,+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256366091789439474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJdHG6EkfI/AAAAAAAAA50/H73p2865XNc/s320/another+going+away+party+august+14,+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monday consisted of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nertz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; This has always been our family game. It's great when we play it at reunions or somewhere with others, because our family always &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dominates&lt;/span&gt;! But when it's just our family (the in-laws don't even bother trying to play anymore) it's pretty cut throat. We're not going for personal bests or anything like that, although we would recommend that for poor &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; who can't seem to keep his score in the positive. We are all just going after &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;. Now to properly give Mom her credit, she is the all time &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;champion&lt;/span&gt;.. but somewhere in those lonely junior high years, Karen caught up. She would probably even be that good if she didn't &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cheat&lt;/span&gt;... but we'll never know now, will we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJckaT6FeI/AAAAAAAAA5s/9K7CdYyID3E/s1600-h/whit+leaves+august+15,+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256365495702656482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJckaT6FeI/AAAAAAAAA5s/9K7CdYyID3E/s320/whit+leaves+august+15,+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Tuesday we went to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Grandma's&lt;/span&gt; house before Whit left for the airport. We were just delaying the inevitable. Then it happened. We said &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;goodbye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know this will be tough for Bit... first baby, Bryan's law school hours, and I know how much she loves to meet new people! :) But she's amazing...and always surprises me at how grown up she really is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think the real person I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; for is me. Yes, throw the confetti, I'm having a pitty party. Everytime I think of somewhere new I want to go or something I want to try I want Whit there with me. She's the one I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;consult&lt;/span&gt; before making any kind of fashion or design (not decorate) decision. And no one appreciates a great recipe like Whit. (although she is a food &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;snob&lt;/span&gt;!) She is just a great little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sis&lt;/span&gt;... Ok.. that was theraputic. I've gotta go now... gotta call Whit!&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/4033492215373041216-2530204669092200277?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2530204669092200277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=2530204669092200277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/2530204669092200277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/2530204669092200277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/10/bit-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPJjnIfG63I/AAAAAAAAA6M/e-o_KV1xF-E/s72-c/texas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-1062014718379720434</id><published>2008-08-14T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:48:43.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she has a wrinkly twinkly smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have the best &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;grandparents&lt;/span&gt; in the world. I do. My childhood memories of my Grandma Ella &amp;amp; Grandpa Bill are like fairy tale &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt;. They lived in a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;palace&lt;/span&gt; with more rooms than I could count, winding staircases and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hidden&lt;/span&gt; suites. They had a different room for each meal we ate. Waffles were served with at least three different types of syrups, fresh fruits and whipped cream. The grounds were like the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Secret Garden&lt;/span&gt;, with walls covered thick with foliage and blooming flowers (all kept beautiful by Victor, the gardner, who always brought us Sees caramel suckers). Looking up from the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tree swing&lt;/span&gt; you could barely see the branch you were gliding from. It was a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fairy tale&lt;/span&gt;. Someday I'll write pages about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spoiled&lt;/span&gt;. Grandpa would take us on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Donut Brigades&lt;/span&gt; and Grandma created an event out of anything we did. It truly was "always fun for everyone, when Grandma came". And actually, the reason I give the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;backstory&lt;/span&gt;, is to explain why my kids will be able to say they have the best grandparents in the world. My &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt; learned from the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPd4Wmwm0kI/AAAAAAAAA9c/YsVnVwg9Ogg/s1600-h/ice+cream+party+august+14,+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257803419735216706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPd4Wmwm0kI/AAAAAAAAA9c/YsVnVwg9Ogg/s200/ice+cream+party+august+14,+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPd3mXV_mYI/AAAAAAAAA9M/58qwkoW6u2E/s1600-h/ice+cream+party+august+14,+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257802590963341698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPd3mXV_mYI/AAAAAAAAA9M/58qwkoW6u2E/s200/ice+cream+party+august+14,+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the first day of school Grandma &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Deney&lt;/span&gt; had an ice cream party to cool off her grandchildren's hard working &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;brains&lt;/span&gt;. The kids loved to pick out colored cones and funky sprinkles. I'm sure their brains were sufficiently cooled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An ordinary day...turned &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;extraordinary&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like only a Grandma can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-1062014718379720434?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1062014718379720434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=1062014718379720434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1062014718379720434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1062014718379720434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-best-grandparents-in-world.html' title='she has a wrinkly twinkly smile'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPd4Wmwm0kI/AAAAAAAAA9c/YsVnVwg9Ogg/s72-c/ice+cream+party+august+14,+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-3146784303662835193</id><published>2008-08-11T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:12:15.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>k for kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPK7rnAefsI/AAAAAAAAA7U/E-e2A_WjxdY/s1600-h/first+day+of+school+august+11,+2008+003_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256470072974540482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPK7rnAefsI/AAAAAAAAA7U/E-e2A_WjxdY/s400/first+day+of+school+august+11,+2008+003_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe I have a kindergartner! Dallin was excited to be a Franklin Firebird and didn't seem the least bit nervous. I, on the other hand, was a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nervous&lt;/span&gt; wreck. Would he eat his lunch? Would he remember where his classroom was? What would happen when he had to go to the bathroom for the third time in ten minutes? We even had a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;practice &lt;/span&gt;timed lunch beforehand to make sure he could open everything and eat in the time allowed....it would be a miracle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256469903313174962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPK7hu-DgbI/AAAAAAAAA7M/0oMlTtsItK0/s320/first+day+of+school+august+11,+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The first week was an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;adjustment&lt;/span&gt;. All-day school was a bit long for a little guy who still took naps! The first couple days I picked him up he was on one. He was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;irrational&lt;/span&gt; in his irritations.. "Why did you park in this parking spot." "Ella is looking at me!" "Why are the babies in those seats?" all said in the most ornery tone. By Friday I was convinced I was going to have to pull Dallin &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; of kindergarten and he would just have to start school when he was 8 or something. But as time has passed he has &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;adapted&lt;/span&gt; and is doing great. His penmanship is awesome and it is fun seeing him learn all those phonograms just like I remember doing. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OUGH: "&lt;/span&gt;o..oo..uf..off..aw..ow"..that's always been my favorite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-3146784303662835193?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3146784303662835193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=3146784303662835193' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3146784303662835193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3146784303662835193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/08/k-for-kindergarten.html' title='k for kindergarten'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPK7rnAefsI/AAAAAAAAA7U/E-e2A_WjxdY/s72-c/first+day+of+school+august+11,+2008+003_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-8592508319978225384</id><published>2008-07-31T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:20:07.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>making lemonade out of lemons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPeEKtYJMiI/AAAAAAAAA-k/dUoKtBVUSsU/s1600-h/lemonade+stand+july+31,+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257816409492763170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPeEKtYJMiI/AAAAAAAAA-k/dUoKtBVUSsU/s400/lemonade+stand+july+31,+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got out and supported our local &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lemonade&lt;/span&gt; stand today. It was quite &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;picturesque&lt;/span&gt; with the table and chairs under the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shade&lt;/span&gt; tree, kids eating hot dogs &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sno&lt;/span&gt; cones. (In real life it was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sweat&lt;/span&gt; dripping down your back, give me more &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cones now...I don't care if I have to spend a dollar for shaved ice, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hotter&lt;/span&gt; the Hades.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Allison wanted to say prayers before we ate anything...what &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spiritual&lt;/span&gt; children I am raising! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-8592508319978225384?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8592508319978225384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=8592508319978225384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8592508319978225384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8592508319978225384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-got-out-and-supported-our-local.html' title='making lemonade out of lemons'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPeEKtYJMiI/AAAAAAAAA-k/dUoKtBVUSsU/s72-c/lemonade+stand+july+31,+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-2501974401982535367</id><published>2008-07-30T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:54:21.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>create</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPd_D3_HtqI/AAAAAAAAA9s/uOBRtt0DIaE/s1600-h/dallin"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257810794523375266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPd_D3_HtqI/AAAAAAAAA9s/uOBRtt0DIaE/s400/dallin%27s+magnet+car+july+30,+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm trying to ween &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; off of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;naps&lt;/span&gt; to get ready for all-day kindergarten. It's been kind of nice having some quiet time with just the two of us. This was today's creation...they are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;magnet mosaics&lt;/span&gt;...they take a while, but the end result is pretty fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257810800112879538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPd_EMzwx7I/AAAAAAAAA90/OUKzGT3eCEM/s400/hangin+out+july+10,+2008+001_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This summer I set up a little "candy land" type &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;game&lt;/span&gt; all down the hallway. When the kids listened this first time, were especially nice, or did anything that they should pretty much be doing anyway without all these &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;incentives&lt;/span&gt;...they could move their little game piece forward. When they reached special markers along the way they had special &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rewards&lt;/span&gt;... movie night, extra stories, trip to the J&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;. high pool, basically all things we would be doing anyway....but because it was on the game it was even more prized! (I love the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;psychology&lt;/span&gt; of kids!) The favorite spot on the board was "Craft with Mom". Both favorite of the kids as well as of mine. We had a great afternoon &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;painting&lt;/span&gt; and the house miraculously just seems more peaceful when we're sitting down creating something &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;together&lt;/span&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/4033492215373041216-2501974401982535367?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2501974401982535367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=2501974401982535367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/2501974401982535367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/2501974401982535367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-trying-to-ween-dallin-off-of-naps-to.html' title='create'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPd_D3_HtqI/AAAAAAAAA9s/uOBRtt0DIaE/s72-c/dallin%27s+magnet+car+july+30,+2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-1678351668752051949</id><published>2008-07-29T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:39:24.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPd8CNKeKoI/AAAAAAAAA9k/zCsTLtkNRBA/s1600-h/chit+chat+july+29,+2008_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257807467313506946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPd8CNKeKoI/AAAAAAAAA9k/zCsTLtkNRBA/s400/chit+chat+july+29,+2008_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; hello?&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/4033492215373041216-1678351668752051949?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1678351668752051949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=1678351668752051949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1678351668752051949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1678351668752051949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPd8CNKeKoI/AAAAAAAAA9k/zCsTLtkNRBA/s72-c/chit+chat+july+29,+2008_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-8187250287569997117</id><published>2008-07-23T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:53:29.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>full circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I think &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sum&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I have the best set up around.  Being childhood (&amp;amp; now adult) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; was so convenient because we lived across the street from one another.  And now our children can enjoy the same convenience.  We LOVE when &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Brookelynn &amp;amp; Brynlee&lt;/span&gt; come for the summers and we have even more excuses to go to Grandma's house.  Dallin just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;adores &lt;/span&gt;Brookelynn and announced to the entire primary during his Spotlight that he was going to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;marry&lt;/span&gt; her in the temple when they were bigger.  (I'm sure it hasn't even entered his mind that she'll be a good foot taller than he!)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPKWeGplJkI/AAAAAAAAA6k/iTLu-1PjDGU/s1600-h/brookelynn+&amp;amp;+brynlee+july+23,+2008+003_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256429159020045890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPKWeGplJkI/AAAAAAAAA6k/iTLu-1PjDGU/s400/brookelynn+%26+brynlee+july+23,+2008+003_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Swimming&lt;/span&gt; lessons together were hilarious to watch (and apparently traumatic to go through from all the crying &amp;amp; screaming beforehand).  And we especially loved our "girl day" when Kacy came to visit. Somewhere in between all the fun Brookelynn got a hold of my camera.. not bad shots girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPKWePnoV4I/AAAAAAAAA6s/BDz7voJfNbE/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256429161427785602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPKWePnoV4I/AAAAAAAAA6s/BDz7voJfNbE/s400/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-8187250287569997117?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8187250287569997117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=8187250287569997117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8187250287569997117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8187250287569997117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/07/full-circle.html' title='full circle'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPKWeGplJkI/AAAAAAAAA6k/iTLu-1PjDGU/s72-c/brookelynn+%26+brynlee+july+23,+2008+003_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-926976009921791458</id><published>2008-07-10T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:49:52.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPeDfF9pFtI/AAAAAAAAA-U/54VwefafeRc/s1600-h/hangin+out+july+10,+2008+003_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257815660178249426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPeDfF9pFtI/AAAAAAAAA-U/54VwefafeRc/s400/hangin+out+july+10,+2008+003_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sergei &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rachmaninoff&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Ludwig Van &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Beethoven&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the making.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257815667190679506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPeDfgFiR9I/AAAAAAAAA-c/mMKQfPp9-Mo/s400/hangin+out+july+10,+2008+002_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-926976009921791458?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/926976009921791458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=926976009921791458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/926976009921791458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/926976009921791458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/07/start-em-young.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPeDfF9pFtI/AAAAAAAAA-U/54VwefafeRc/s72-c/hangin+out+july+10,+2008+003_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-6546237716109137457</id><published>2008-07-04T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:19:32.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPIxurH6rgI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Eyk6Mk1lY20/s1600-h/4th+of+july+2008+004_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256318393014464002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPIxurH6rgI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Eyk6Mk1lY20/s400/4th+of+july+2008+004_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPIvl7JXT7I/AAAAAAAAA3c/r4x9hJLZc20/s1600-h/4th+of+july+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256316043673423794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPIvl7JXT7I/AAAAAAAAA3c/r4x9hJLZc20/s200/4th+of+july+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We started off the morning with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;flag&lt;/span&gt; ceremony where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; led us in the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pledge&lt;/span&gt; of Allegiance. He didn't even ask who "Richard Stands" was! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(When &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whitney&lt;/span&gt; was little she asked Mom that question in reference to ..."&amp;amp; to the republic for "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;richard&lt;/span&gt; stands&lt;/span&gt;", one nation, under God....")&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256415047110665682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPKJorsMpdI/AAAAAAAAA6c/uJgc6ucUNJ0/s400/4th+of+july+2008+009_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256315629567239362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPIvN0ewZMI/AAAAAAAAA3M/6ETKOHHcbT4/s400/4th+of+july+2008+015_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And as all good summer &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt; end.. swimming &amp;amp; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt; at Mom &amp;amp; Dad's! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256315636569939554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPIvOOkVHmI/AAAAAAAAA3U/qChc0f6SOEQ/s400/4th+of+july+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPIxALWidhI/AAAAAAAAA3k/xUpxPvFOMmw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256317594211874322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPIxALWidhI/AAAAAAAAA3k/xUpxPvFOMmw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;We're &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lame&lt;/span&gt; about bedtimes and staying out too late with the kids... so we forgo the live &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;show and "spoil" the kids by letting them stay up a few minutes to watch the good &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fireworks&lt;/span&gt; on t.v. I mean how is Tempe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Towne&lt;/span&gt; Lake supposed to compete with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boston Harbor&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPIvOOkVHmI/AAAAAAAAA3U/qChc0f6SOEQ/s1600-h/4th+of+july+2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-6546237716109137457?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6546237716109137457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=6546237716109137457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/6546237716109137457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/6546237716109137457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SPIxurH6rgI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Eyk6Mk1lY20/s72-c/4th+of+july+2008+004_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-6093330457290121444</id><published>2008-06-25T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:50:56.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christopher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maughan&lt;/span&gt; Jensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219028104835380770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG22aOV-NiI/AAAAAAAAArc/mUrCeXKmqVg/s400/baby+christopher+june+25,+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is he not the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cutest&lt;/span&gt; baby ever? For some odd reason, I think I have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;anticipated&lt;/span&gt; this baby almost more than my own! I have just been so excited for Whit to enter the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;motherhood &lt;/span&gt;realm. (Maybe now she'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;understand why&lt;/span&gt; I call her all the time because I have nothing better to do, and always have to hang up because I'm too &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; to talk.) &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219028106789506562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG22aVn3zgI/AAAAAAAAArk/TTHdwdi4ank/s400/baby+christopher+june+25,+2008+007_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG26QOSSYgI/AAAAAAAAAsE/6EwprCLQZvY/s1600-h/bit"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219032331067744770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG26QOSSYgI/AAAAAAAAAsE/6EwprCLQZvY/s200/bit%27s+car+seat+june+13,+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;His car seat turned out so cute.. I did work &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;extra&lt;/span&gt; hard on it for my newest nephew! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG26QOSSYgI/AAAAAAAAAsE/6EwprCLQZvY/s1600-h/bit"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG26QOSSYgI/AAAAAAAAAsE/6EwprCLQZvY/s1600-h/bit"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG26QOSSYgI/AAAAAAAAAsE/6EwprCLQZvY/s1600-h/bit"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG22aq7QXCI/AAAAAAAAArs/fYm_8v7BgFs/s1600-h/baby+christopher+june+25,+2008+015_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219028112507952162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG22aq7QXCI/AAAAAAAAArs/fYm_8v7BgFs/s400/baby+christopher+june+25,+2008+015_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought I could get some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tender&lt;/span&gt; picture of my kids with Christopher.. whatever. But just as I was about to delete this picture it struck me as kind of cool.. I love that all the noise, the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;distractions&lt;/span&gt; around are just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blurry&lt;/span&gt; compared to the quiet, peaceful &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;clarity&lt;/span&gt; surrounding the baby. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.. very reflective, let's ponder on that for a moment. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-6093330457290121444?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6093330457290121444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=6093330457290121444' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/6093330457290121444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/6093330457290121444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/06/topher.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG22aOV-NiI/AAAAAAAAArc/mUrCeXKmqVg/s72-c/baby+christopher+june+25,+2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-4455395254901820940</id><published>2008-06-12T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:45:31.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gourmet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNltOdybooI/AAAAAAAAAv0/WBHIxW17sKM/s1600-h/pizza+june+13,+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249346935958774402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNltOdybooI/AAAAAAAAAv0/WBHIxW17sKM/s400/pizza+june+13,+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't claim to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gourmet&lt;/span&gt;.. but every once in awhile I bust out something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt;. This pizza was a concoction of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt; I had in the fridge. (Although the picture does not do it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;justice&lt;/span&gt;.) Luckily I had some great stuff hiding in there... homemade pizza dough, fresh &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;basil&lt;/span&gt; pesto, tomatoes from Mom &amp;amp; Dad's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;garden&lt;/span&gt;, and goat cheese. OK.. now I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;salivating&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/4033492215373041216-4455395254901820940?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4455395254901820940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=4455395254901820940' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4455395254901820940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4455395254901820940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/07/pizza.html' title='gourmet'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNltOdybooI/AAAAAAAAAv0/WBHIxW17sKM/s72-c/pizza+june+13,+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-3715536413869650857</id><published>2008-05-31T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:30:46.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bitty's shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG3CseeW9iI/AAAAAAAAAs8/cROctZC7VOE/s1600-h/whitney"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219041612542703138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG3CseeW9iI/AAAAAAAAAs8/cROctZC7VOE/s400/whitney%27s+baby+shower+may+31,+2008+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG28-uRsJhI/AAAAAAAAAsM/JxUbZATKcBo/s1600-h/whitney"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG3BEf_QbEI/AAAAAAAAAs0/miXPaKRT26Y/s1600-h/whitney"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219039826242726978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG3BEf_QbEI/AAAAAAAAAs0/miXPaKRT26Y/s320/whitney%27s+baby+shower+may+31,+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whitney's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shower&lt;/span&gt; was actually a lot of fun to do. She was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mortified&lt;/span&gt; at the thought of having so much &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;attention&lt;/span&gt; (seriously, are we related!). But everyone came and the food was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt;! We had a Curry Chicken Salad, Pesto Pasta Salad, a Goat Cheese Tart, Quiche, Citrus Slush, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beasties&lt;/span&gt;, and Judy's most devilish Orange Rolls. My mouth is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;watering&lt;/span&gt; just remembering it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG2_WnkmwGI/AAAAAAAAAsc/LD3SXZsQ-gk/s1600-h/whitney"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219037938492817506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG2_WnkmwGI/AAAAAAAAAsc/LD3SXZsQ-gk/s320/whitney%27s+baby+shower+may+31,+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow Whit.. this better be a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; baby! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG3ABo131FI/AAAAAAAAAsk/NoQsL7H5NaQ/s1600-h/whitney"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219038677568050258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG3ABo131FI/AAAAAAAAAsk/NoQsL7H5NaQ/s320/whitney%27s+baby+shower+may+31,+2008+009_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amanda &amp;amp; Rachel are always so good about coming to these things. You know they're just thinking, "These old ladies are just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The dozens of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lilies&lt;/span&gt; finally opened the day &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; the shower!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219039327085336098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG3Ance3FiI/AAAAAAAAAss/xELkhYGj_Dk/s400/whitney%27s+baby+shower+may+31,+2008+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-3715536413869650857?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3715536413869650857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=3715536413869650857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3715536413869650857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3715536413869650857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/05/bittys-shower.html' title='bitty&apos;s shower'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG3CseeW9iI/AAAAAAAAAs8/cROctZC7VOE/s72-c/whitney%27s+baby+shower+may+31,+2008+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-7953037518406796151</id><published>2008-05-27T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:46:11.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>domestic divinity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNlqd4kX_SI/AAAAAAAAAvk/ztyiA9yoO8s/s1600-h/ella+domestic+diva+may+29,+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249343902310726946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNlqd4kX_SI/AAAAAAAAAvk/ztyiA9yoO8s/s400/ella+domestic+diva+may+29,+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wish &lt;/span&gt;I felt like this every time I did dishes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Queen&lt;/span&gt; of my Castle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think tonight I'm going to borrow Ella's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;crown&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNlqexDzYvI/AAAAAAAAAvs/uE7hSC6bUHE/s1600-h/ella"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249343917474931442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNlqexDzYvI/AAAAAAAAAvs/uE7hSC6bUHE/s400/ella%27s+static+hair+may+27,+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Instead I usually &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; more like this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-7953037518406796151?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7953037518406796151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=7953037518406796151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/7953037518406796151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/7953037518406796151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/07/domestic-divinity.html' title='domestic divinity'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNlqd4kX_SI/AAAAAAAAAvk/ztyiA9yoO8s/s72-c/ella+domestic+diva+may+29,+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-7236289567126457831</id><published>2008-05-26T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:46:25.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memorial day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249332399923925538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNlgAW1qEiI/AAAAAAAAAu8/2gH8P5y2Ep8/s400/memorial+day+may+26,+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNlgXbzeSmI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Z1_JqyuUZC4/s1600-h/memorial+day+may+26,+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249332796393933410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNlgXbzeSmI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Z1_JqyuUZC4/s320/memorial+day+may+26,+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've always loved going to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;arty &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;arci's house for Memorial Day. Marci always has such a great spread and the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt; all have a ball. A pretty fierce game of water &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;volleyball&lt;/span&gt; usually takes all the adults attention while the kids are left to find their own &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;trouble&lt;/span&gt;. This year it was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;soap&lt;/span&gt; on the trampoline. Dallin &amp;amp; Carter were in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249341213177665186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNloBWxF1qI/AAAAAAAAAvc/XIcfeBc911M/s400/memorial+day+may+26,+2008+006_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNlhm2Fs6oI/AAAAAAAAAvM/huqSYywuiJA/s1600-h/memorial+day+may+26,+2008+006_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249336217932377954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNljemBzr2I/AAAAAAAAAvU/AWzgIXyDB9E/s400/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Auburn &amp;amp; Allison &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; the feel of grass. We were trying to get dinner on and it was driving me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nuts&lt;/span&gt; going back and forth between the two making sure they weren't crawling into &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;danger&lt;/span&gt; (the pool has no fence). So I found a temporary&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; solution&lt;/span&gt;. I put them both on a grass surrounded step. It was so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; (ok, maybe just a little mean) to watch them stuck on the little stone not able, or willing, rather, to touch the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;grass&lt;/span&gt; to get off. Eventually Auburn got pretty &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt; and Allison thought it was funny. After a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hug&lt;/span&gt; from Sis they made it work...at least till the hamburgers were off the grill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-7236289567126457831?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7236289567126457831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=7236289567126457831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/7236289567126457831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/7236289567126457831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day.html' title='memorial day'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNlgAW1qEiI/AAAAAAAAAu8/2gH8P5y2Ep8/s72-c/memorial+day+may+26,+2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-3277153121316430439</id><published>2008-05-20T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:46:44.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dallin's preschool graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNApcgo_VpI/AAAAAAAAAuU/1EGz8cMq9SQ/s1600-h/dallin"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246739135661561490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNApcgo_VpI/AAAAAAAAAuU/1EGz8cMq9SQ/s320/dallin%27s+preschool+graduation+may+20,+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dallin just loved Miss &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christi's&lt;/span&gt; Preschool. It was&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; sad&lt;/span&gt; to see the two years end. (Although with all the boys in that class I'm not sure she was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; that sad!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246744713808018690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNAuhM2vfQI/AAAAAAAAAuk/SVF7dn3Io6I/s320/dallin%27s+preschool+graduation+may+20,+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNAqK7DAheI/AAAAAAAAAuc/bLhCRizKbGw/s1600-h/dallin"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He became part of a group she called, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Three Musketeers&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I loved picking Dallin up each day to hear all about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tate&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tommy&lt;/span&gt;. (Some days I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dreaded&lt;/span&gt; it...depending on what kind of stories he was reporting!) Dallin didn't know a soul when he went to school, so it was fun to watch him make his &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; friends... and he stuck with them like glue. From the reports I got, you'd &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; know there were any other kids in the class aside from those &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; boys! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNAo8QgLYgI/AAAAAAAAAuM/p-7DGQzil9o/s1600-h/dallin"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246738581573820930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNAo8QgLYgI/AAAAAAAAAuM/p-7DGQzil9o/s200/dallin%27s+preschool+graduation+may+20,+2008+003_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNAo8IKjbJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/eodSw2_Vau0/s1600-h/dallin"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246738579335638162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNAo8IKjbJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/eodSw2_Vau0/s200/dallin%27s+preschool+graduation+may+20,+2008+002_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Carter&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Ella came along to support Dallin in the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;grand &lt;/span&gt;accomplishment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246736674117305202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNAnNOrGw3I/AAAAAAAAAt0/l-0X5iDnEjo/s400/dallin%27s+preschool+graduation+may+20,+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-3277153121316430439?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3277153121316430439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=3277153121316430439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3277153121316430439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3277153121316430439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/09/dallins-preschool-graduation.html' title='dallin&apos;s preschool graduation'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SNApcgo_VpI/AAAAAAAAAuU/1EGz8cMq9SQ/s72-c/dallin%27s+preschool+graduation+may+20,+2008+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-6784546390640020360</id><published>2008-05-17T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:28:26.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG2xX7XR5oI/AAAAAAAAArE/OMUhVwAW7H0/s1600-h/twin+photo+shoot+march+28,+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219022567822714498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG2xX7XR5oI/AAAAAAAAArE/OMUhVwAW7H0/s400/twin+photo+shoot+march+28,+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG2xYAI1umI/AAAAAAAAArM/NU1BoKkG_nA/s1600-h/twin+photo+shoot+march+28,+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219022569104325218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG2xYAI1umI/AAAAAAAAArM/NU1BoKkG_nA/s400/twin+photo+shoot+march+28,+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy birthday &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Allison &lt;/span&gt;Gable &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Auburn&lt;/span&gt; Harrison. I can't believe a year has gone by. And wow, what a year! I'm still catching my breath. Everyone always told me, "The first year with twins is all a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; blur&lt;/span&gt;." And now that it has come and gone so quickly I can see what they are talking about.. but yet in that blur I have some vibrant, clear &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; and images that I hope will not go hazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Remembering the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;color codes&lt;/span&gt; for who eats on what side on what day. (I would switch off who wore pink every other day. Whoever wore pink ate on the right.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stacking&lt;/span&gt; my swaddled babies one on top of the other to carry them around in the middle of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*The giant pink nursing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pillow&lt;/span&gt; that we thought would plague our family room forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*The attention we got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we carried around their pink and brown &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;carriers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Having to explain to everyone "No, it's not a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt; and a girl" even with pink dresses and bows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Clogging the halls at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt; with all the women that had to get a peak at the twins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blinged&lt;/span&gt; out &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Converse&lt;/span&gt; shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*No matter how far away from each other I put them, they always woke up with their heads &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that I actually try to go back and think of things, it is more of a blur than I remember... It has been a lot of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;, so most of the memories are of trying to smile and laugh at the challenges that two babies pose (not always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;successfully&lt;/span&gt;). But coming into this next year I'm already dying laughing at how fun and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;silly&lt;/span&gt; these two are going to be and what a different dynamic it will be going through it with the both of them &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;We didn't do much for Allison &amp;amp; Auburn's birthday. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Ella were both sick for their first birthdays.... so why mess with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tradition&lt;/span&gt;, right?) But, since they share a birthday with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sydney&lt;/span&gt;.. we couldn't pass up a little cake mess! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219020602192671282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG2vlg0jsjI/AAAAAAAAAqs/5oMC4Tk76xQ/s400/twins+bday+may+17,+2008+012_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Karen gave them &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;puppies&lt;/span&gt; that bark and flip.. a huge hit of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEmrDo5SNlI/AAAAAAAAAp8/PU6nvvcIz9E/s1600-h/twins+bday+may+17,+2008+001_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208882523036333650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEmrDo5SNlI/AAAAAAAAAp8/PU6nvvcIz9E/s200/twins+bday+may+17,+2008+001_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEmrEOU3voI/AAAAAAAAAqE/A6SDVNsMouA/s1600-h/twins+bday+may+17,+2008+002_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208882533084151426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEmrEOU3voI/AAAAAAAAAqE/A6SDVNsMouA/s200/twins+bday+may+17,+2008+002_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219024001106269522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG2yrWwtVVI/AAAAAAAAArU/XSYDogEU_xE/s400/twins+bday+may+17,+2008+013_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...and yes &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt;, you've been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;caught&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/4033492215373041216-6784546390640020360?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6784546390640020360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=6784546390640020360' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/6784546390640020360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/6784546390640020360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/05/one.html' title='one'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG2xX7XR5oI/AAAAAAAAArE/OMUhVwAW7H0/s72-c/twin+photo+shoot+march+28,+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-4754862923750900115</id><published>2008-05-16T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:34:49.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take me out to the ball game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was our first year of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T-ball&lt;/span&gt; and it turned out to be a good sport for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dallin. I&lt;/span&gt;t was fun to be on the same team as some of his &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; cousin, and the coolest &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;coach&lt;/span&gt; around! (I don't know who was more into the game... Dallin or Troy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203694706394336482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SDc8w943DOI/AAAAAAAAAj0/T7_tk6FHXkc/s400/all+star+tball+game+may+16,+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEi4IPghbhI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Q1c5abjB0bo/s1600-h/kacy+&amp;amp;+Tball+may+29,+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEi8NjNdsOI/AAAAAAAAAmE/d395TQ-qz7Y/s1600-h/kacy+&amp;amp;+Tball+may+29,+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208619910030012642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEi8NjNdsOI/AAAAAAAAAmE/d395TQ-qz7Y/s320/kacy+%26+Tball+may+29,+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; even made the "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All-Star&lt;/span&gt;" Team. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When told, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dallin's&lt;/span&gt; response echoed our thoughts exactly, "How am&lt;em&gt; I&lt;/em&gt; on the All Star Team?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not that being the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;smallest&lt;/span&gt; kid on the team means you can't be good... there are just so many kids out there that "get it" already...the sliding into bases, growling when they make an error, that"we will, we will rock you" &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;competitive&lt;/span&gt; spirit. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dallin's&lt;/span&gt; still following his mom's "cartwheels in the outfield" playing style...just havin' a good time.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I liked how they chose the All Star players this year; instead of the coaches picking the best players, they let the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt; vote for who they wanted to be on the All Star team instead. So &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;popularity&lt;/span&gt; over athletic talent... sounds good to me! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SELktt43DaI/AAAAAAAAAlU/mncYuRgjJ4I/s1600-h/all+star+tball+game+may+16,+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206975593257045410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SELktt43DaI/AAAAAAAAAlU/mncYuRgjJ4I/s200/all+star+tball+game+may+16,+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SELku943DdI/AAAAAAAAAls/y-6aWtqrp7E/s1600-h/kacy+&amp;amp;+Tball+may+29,+2008+018_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206975614731881938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SELku943DdI/AAAAAAAAAls/y-6aWtqrp7E/s200/kacy+%26+Tball+may+29,+2008+018_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SELkud43DcI/AAAAAAAAAlk/c72-3DgVEd0/s1600-h/kacy+&amp;amp;+Tball+may+29,+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206975606141947330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SELkud43DcI/AAAAAAAAAlk/c72-3DgVEd0/s200/kacy+%26+Tball+may+29,+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SELkuN43DbI/AAAAAAAAAlc/yCa2mi2yM7Y/s1600-h/kacy+&amp;amp;+Tball+may+29,+2008+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206975601846980018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SELkuN43DbI/AAAAAAAAAlc/yCa2mi2yM7Y/s200/kacy+%26+Tball+may+29,+2008+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dallin's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;uniform&lt;/span&gt; was so big I decided to take in the seams a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;smidge&lt;/span&gt;... A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;smidge&lt;/span&gt; became so much that the team logo ended up being under his armpit instead of on his chest!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEi3yRvWOQI/AAAAAAAAAl0/mR06Yd1d19s/s1600-h/kacy+&amp;amp;+Tball+may+29,+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208615043437312258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEi3yRvWOQI/AAAAAAAAAl0/mR06Yd1d19s/s200/kacy+%26+Tball+may+29,+2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt; of the game was when Carter was up to bat and made it to first base. The next kid up to bat hit it right down the middle where Carter was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt; to second. Seeing the ball, and sensing his perfect positioning, he stopped mid-run, caught his teammates ball, threw it to first and got his teammate &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;, then continued running to third. Karen had tears from laughing so hard. Way to go Carter! What a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;team&lt;/span&gt; player... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203694714984271090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SDc8xd43DPI/AAAAAAAAAj8/oU2w8NThVtk/s400/tball+march+29,+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Cheerleaders!&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/4033492215373041216-4754862923750900115?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4754862923750900115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=4754862923750900115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4754862923750900115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4754862923750900115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/04/take-me-out-to-ball-game.html' title='take me out to the ball game'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SDc8w943DOI/AAAAAAAAAj0/T7_tk6FHXkc/s72-c/all+star+tball+game+may+16,+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-58064561504647201</id><published>2008-05-16T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:29:14.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SG2ou0NZ82I/AAAAAAAAAqU/LD6pY8OirDg/s1600-h/swimming+with+maryella+may+16,+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208879915611628418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEmor3eyo4I/AAAAAAAAAps/viqou8W-o9A/s400/swimming+with+maryella+may+16,+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I don't have any &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt; my age on the Farnsworth side... neither does &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maryella&lt;/span&gt;. As a child, Maryella was very ummm.. "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spirited&lt;/span&gt;". She must have been 6 or 7 and was giving everyone in the family fits at our reunion, so she became my special charge. Being a teenager and accused of the same "spiritedness" as Maryella, we &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bonded&lt;/span&gt; immediately. And I think we've had a pretty cool relationship ever since. Even though she towers over me now, and is this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;amazing &lt;/span&gt;young adult...I still like to feel like the "cool older cousin" who gets to hang out with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mella&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My kids were huge fans too when she took them swimming at GG &amp;amp; Gpa Farnsworth's! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEmpTIz9pWI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Y7viKmCM-cg/s1600-h/swimming+with+maryella+may+16,+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208880590278731106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEmpTIz9pWI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Y7viKmCM-cg/s320/swimming+with+maryella+may+16,+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/4033492215373041216-58064561504647201?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/58064561504647201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=58064561504647201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/58064561504647201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/58064561504647201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/05/mella.html' title='mella'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEmor3eyo4I/AAAAAAAAAps/viqou8W-o9A/s72-c/swimming+with+maryella+may+16,+2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-26685480361557183</id><published>2008-05-13T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:29:29.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby proof</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208820343552318770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SElygURDnTI/AAAAAAAAAn8/XWnwFGOL4_Q/s400/hangin%27+out+may+2008+007_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was delighted hearing such &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cheerful&lt;/span&gt; sounds come from the kids' room. Allison and Auburn love playing with the older ones and it was nice to have a minute with free arms to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;productive&lt;/span&gt;. Well, the babies started pulling all the pajamas out of Ella's bottom drawer...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; and Ella found it so funny they joined in by pulling every article out of every drawer and making giant piles, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;burying&lt;/span&gt; the babies. The picture does not do the mess justice! Well, my productive minute turned into an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hour&lt;/span&gt; of refolding and organizing drawers....with babies unfolding as fast as I could fold. And I wish this were an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;isolated &lt;/span&gt;incidence.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208820340508553026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SElygI7Xb0I/AAAAAAAAAn0/Gwh_MXTpcQc/s400/hangin%27+out+may+2008+006_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday morning I was making breakfast and Allison and Auburn completely emptied the first two shelves of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pantry&lt;/span&gt;. As I was in cleaning everything off the pantry floor, they pulled out each &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; and video we own, and dumped them out of their cases. So I spent the next 30 minutes matching Book of Mormon videos to their correct cases. It didn't help that each time I would find a video-cover match, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; would decide that's the movie he wanted to watch and pull it out of the case...over and over. Meanwhile, the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;unsupervised&lt;/span&gt; toddlers have pulled out all the toy bins from their shelf and dumped them. Next, my jewelry from the bathroom counter, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;breaking&lt;/span&gt; yet another beaded necklace. I literally spent the entire morning walking from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;disaster&lt;/span&gt; to disaster. You would think after a few incidences I would &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lock&lt;/span&gt; them up or something.. (the kids or the cabinet doors - take your pick). I was spoiled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; and Ella because they never got into things, so I never had to mess with those silly locks that are so annoying each time you need to open a drawer or cabinet. But I think it's time. We need to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;baby proof&lt;/span&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/4033492215373041216-26685480361557183?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/26685480361557183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=26685480361557183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/26685480361557183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/26685480361557183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/06/baby-proof.html' title='baby proof'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SElygURDnTI/AAAAAAAAAn8/XWnwFGOL4_Q/s72-c/hangin%27+out+may+2008+007_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-1506550601368232411</id><published>2008-05-11T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:56:24.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mother's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208826574392318850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEl4K_9E24I/AAAAAAAAAoE/XwnZUciPv_g/s400/mother%27s+day+may+11,+2008+001_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEmB906p-VI/AAAAAAAAAo0/A2DO-t2Flls/s1600-h/mother"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208837343207356754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEmB906p-VI/AAAAAAAAAo0/A2DO-t2Flls/s320/mother%27s+day+may+11,+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Ella helped me make Roberta a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Breakfast in Bed&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mother's Day basket..homemade granola, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;zucchini&lt;/span&gt; bread and freshly squeezed grapefruit juice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208826575074129410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEl4LCfodgI/AAAAAAAAAoM/IaLjG3gG7sM/s400/mother%27s+day+may+11,+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The last few Mother's Days have been quite &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;memorable&lt;/span&gt;. Two years ago we had about 20 people from both Troy's and my family over for dinner and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt; was one day away from delivering Sydney. We were all so happy go lucky, we would have never known what the next day would bring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last year we had the same large group for dinner and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was days away from having Allison and Auburn. I craved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Horchata&lt;/span&gt;, so we had a fun &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; evening with Black Bean Enchiladas and Cinnamon Fried Ice Cream. We even had a small house fire when my darling luminaries on the table went up in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;flames&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEmcBQu2AOI/AAAAAAAAApM/aK9yMFGpOzE/s1600-h/mother"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208865989515935970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEmcBQu2AOI/AAAAAAAAApM/aK9yMFGpOzE/s200/mother%27s+day+may+11,+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This year our numbers dwindled and out of the 6 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mothers&lt;/span&gt; we usually have in attendance, we only had one... ME! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Although,&lt;/span&gt; true to tradition, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Whitney&lt;/span&gt; was close to having her baby as well.) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SYumqb8DyqI/AAAAAAAABhY/2N90IT5UJRY/s1600-h/mother"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299512634515901090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SYumqb8DyqI/AAAAAAAABhY/2N90IT5UJRY/s200/mother%27s+day+may+11,+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEmcBy2qQYI/AAAAAAAAApU/xM1EjAP1mrQ/s1600-h/mother"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Maryella&lt;/span&gt; and the newly engaged Christine &amp;amp; Josh, which was a special treat! We ate Angel Chicken and Rice, Bacon Wrapped Green Beans, a beautiful Strawberry Spinach Salad, and Coconut Creme Cookies with Sorbet...all prepared to honor our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;absent&lt;/span&gt; mothers. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day. &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/4033492215373041216-1506550601368232411?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1506550601368232411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=1506550601368232411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1506550601368232411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1506550601368232411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/06/mothers-day.html' title='mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEl4K_9E24I/AAAAAAAAAoE/XwnZUciPv_g/s72-c/mother%27s+day+may+11,+2008+001_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-2525107004037093119</id><published>2008-05-03T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:51:55.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cole&lt;/span&gt;'s big Numero &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UNO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197118202586936946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_feEDpNnI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Sup7GzKPn-k/s400/cole%27s+birthday+may+3,+2008+008_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Karis&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Jace had the dance studio all decked out for the party. I'm sure Cole appreciated all the time and effort it took! :) We even dressed up for the occasion!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197118198291969634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_fd0DpNmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/w_Z63oRt8tk/s400/cole%27s+birthday+may+3,+2008+005_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The kids had a blast in the little swimming &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pool&lt;/span&gt;... even though their skinny little bodies were convulsing with shivers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_ib0DpNrI/AAAAAAAAAhM/uNHzjB2n80s/s1600-h/cole"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197121462467114674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_ib0DpNrI/AAAAAAAAAhM/uNHzjB2n80s/s200/cole%27s+birthday+may+3,+2008+010_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_ibkDpNqI/AAAAAAAAAhE/qM7PMpO0x4s/s1600-h/cole"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197121458172147362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_ibkDpNqI/AAAAAAAAAhE/qM7PMpO0x4s/s200/cole%27s+birthday+may+3,+2008+011_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They just love being around all those Stapley&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; cousins&lt;/span&gt;! And they are growing (and multiplying) so quickly! (Congrats to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hilary&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Preston)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197123025835210434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_j20DpNsI/AAAAAAAAAhU/WlA6LfwWdn0/s320/cole%27s+birthday+may+3,+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday CoCo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-2525107004037093119?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2525107004037093119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=2525107004037093119' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/2525107004037093119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/2525107004037093119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/05/cole-bday.html' title='coco'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_feEDpNnI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Sup7GzKPn-k/s72-c/cole%27s+birthday+may+3,+2008+008_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-329876955766622262</id><published>2008-05-02T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:04:56.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fathers &amp; sons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208627687561427826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEjDSQxc-3I/AAAAAAAAAmc/ehdQ8Yw8e8Y/s400/father%27s+%26+son%27s+may+2,+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Not being there, I can only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;assume&lt;/span&gt; they had a great time. I was just glad they came home &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;safe&lt;/span&gt; and actually remembered to take some pictures.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEjFZ66OPkI/AAAAAAAAAm0/0PF4CzcaArQ/s1600-h/father"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208633809891313106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEjI2oOpRdI/AAAAAAAAAnc/o9qxysqyvq4/s400/father%27s+%26+son%27s+may+2,+2008+006_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208631943816381090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEjHKAjtgqI/AAAAAAAAAnM/RJzzBJ3YYn8/s320/father%27s+%26+son%27s+may+2,+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208631938651620290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEjHJtUVg8I/AAAAAAAAAnE/dbAbUEK9TR0/s320/father%27s+%26+son%27s+may+2,+2008+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEjFaCqt9RI/AAAAAAAAAm8/FifAQWnP48o/s1600-h/father"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEjDREsIOWI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Psq_ekk4mmk/s1600-h/father"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208627667138001250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEjDREsIOWI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Psq_ekk4mmk/s400/father%27s+%26+son%27s+may+2,+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208628824880531490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEjEUdndSCI/AAAAAAAAAms/WdCT1fcqfUk/s400/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEjDTTBmqeI/AAAAAAAAAmk/NoKy44XZswk/s1600-h/father"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208627705345911266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEjDTTBmqeI/AAAAAAAAAmk/NoKy44XZswk/s400/father%27s+%26+son%27s+may+2,+2008+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-329876955766622262?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/329876955766622262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=329876955766622262' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/329876955766622262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/329876955766622262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/05/fathers-sons.html' title='fathers &amp; sons'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEjDSQxc-3I/AAAAAAAAAmc/ehdQ8Yw8e8Y/s72-c/father%27s+%26+son%27s+may+2,+2008+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-8395641490199314340</id><published>2008-04-30T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:45:49.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little whitney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like their Aunt Whitney!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_2dUDpN9I/AAAAAAAAAjc/ZQzLiafyPOU/s1600-h/hangin"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197143478469474258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_2dUDpN9I/AAAAAAAAAjc/ZQzLiafyPOU/s400/hangin%27+out+april+30,+2008+003_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_0oEDpN8I/AAAAAAAAAjU/9KgXnPMSrAU/s1600-h/hangin"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197141464129812418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_0oEDpN8I/AAAAAAAAAjU/9KgXnPMSrAU/s320/hangin%27+out+april+30,+2008+005_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like they can sense from any part of the house when that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dishwasher&lt;/span&gt; door lowers. They come crawling full speed ahead to climb up and help &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;unload&lt;/span&gt; the dirty dishes I am desperately trying to load faster than they can toss out. Such big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;helpers&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_yR0DpN5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/wj09eDRRAKQ/s1600-h/hangin"&gt;&lt;/a&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/4033492215373041216-8395641490199314340?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8395641490199314340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=8395641490199314340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8395641490199314340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8395641490199314340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-whitney.html' title='little whitney'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_2dUDpN9I/AAAAAAAAAjc/ZQzLiafyPOU/s72-c/hangin%27+out+april+30,+2008+003_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-4722627863626969720</id><published>2008-04-29T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T07:13:31.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kacy marie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kacy&lt;/span&gt; was visiting from Baltimore for just a couple days so we really tried to make the most of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They really are a dangerous &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;threesome&lt;/span&gt;.. I'm so glad they have a least one female voice of reason between them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_trkDpN1I/AAAAAAAAAic/gVWlIsRwPyA/s1600-h/kacy+&amp;amp;+Tball+may+29,+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197133827677960018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_trkDpN1I/AAAAAAAAAic/gVWlIsRwPyA/s320/kacy+%26+Tball+may+29,+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked like I was driving a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;clown car&lt;/span&gt; unloading all the kids at the Tball game. Six children all in car seats..gotta love the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;minivan&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_tr0DpN2I/AAAAAAAAAik/n0-pPu7s3pA/s1600-h/kacy+&amp;amp;+Tball+may+29,+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197133831972927330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_tr0DpN2I/AAAAAAAAAik/n0-pPu7s3pA/s320/kacy+%26+Tball+may+29,+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_xlUDpN3I/AAAAAAAAAis/kF0J0jf89fQ/s1600-h/kacy+&amp;amp;+ella+april+30,+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197138118350288754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_xlUDpN3I/AAAAAAAAAis/kF0J0jf89fQ/s200/kacy+%26+ella+april+30,+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_xlkDpN4I/AAAAAAAAAi0/DX0wFG_ttuM/s1600-h/kacy+&amp;amp;+ella+april+30,+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197138122645256066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_xlkDpN4I/AAAAAAAAAi0/DX0wFG_ttuM/s200/kacy+%26+ella+april+30,+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella loved having an older girl cousin to play with... So we made &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tutus&lt;/span&gt; and danced. I love the picture where Ella is just gazing at Kacy.. completely &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;enamored&lt;/span&gt;! Kacy looks thrilled. (Tyler and Carter part II) It was even better when Sydney came and got her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;groove&lt;/span&gt; on! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_mqUDpNvI/AAAAAAAAAhs/4zQH20vNlwY/s1600-h/kacy+&amp;amp;+ella+april+30,+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197126109621729010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_mqUDpNvI/AAAAAAAAAhs/4zQH20vNlwY/s400/kacy+%26+ella+april+30,+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199985270444016418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SCoPDYIUQyI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Ifezy4NXF6Y/s400/kacy+%26+Tball+may+29,+2008+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a great time with Kacy and sent her home nice and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; throwing up with the stomach flu so she could be taken care of by her own mother. I love being an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aunt&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/4033492215373041216-4722627863626969720?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4722627863626969720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=4722627863626969720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4722627863626969720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4722627863626969720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/05/kacy-marie.html' title='kacy marie'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_trkDpN1I/AAAAAAAAAic/gVWlIsRwPyA/s72-c/kacy+%26+Tball+may+29,+2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-8617179712101322846</id><published>2008-04-28T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:00:13.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>super glue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;casualties&lt;/span&gt; of just the last three days. And this doesn't include the mountain of magazines, books, boxes, etc. the twins have managed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gnaw&lt;/span&gt; through. Decapitated dolls, amputated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heroes&lt;/span&gt;, assorted broken beads... can we just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt; the breaking...please! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where's the super glue?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_ZG0DpNiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/G5gUPpfGESc/s1600-h/broken+stuff+april+28,+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197111206085211682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_ZG0DpNiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/G5gUPpfGESc/s400/broken+stuff+april+28,+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-8617179712101322846?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8617179712101322846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=8617179712101322846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8617179712101322846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8617179712101322846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/04/super-glue.html' title='super glue'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_ZG0DpNiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/G5gUPpfGESc/s72-c/broken+stuff+april+28,+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-3787483994793912432</id><published>2008-04-22T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:31:21.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I loathe having &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; kids. The only thing worse than having sick kids is having to get stuff done while you have sick kids. I wish I would have written about this day right when it happened because me memory has blocked out the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nightmare&lt;/span&gt;. All I remember is being in the middle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;presidency&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;meeting&lt;/span&gt; with screaming kids who were supposed to be asleep... having to leave everyone there watching my other kids while I took Miss 104.3 and Miss 103.5 to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;doctor&lt;/span&gt;. I even gave the babies chocolate chip&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; cookies&lt;/span&gt; just to quiet them down through the rest of my meeting. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEmksm9irCI/AAAAAAAAApc/mkx73r9Kk1k/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208875530310560802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEmksm9irCI/AAAAAAAAApc/mkx73r9Kk1k/s400/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did love that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; just wanted to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rest&lt;/span&gt; all day in his bed. I have the recording of Great &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aunt Erma&lt;/span&gt; telling the story of "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Peasy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Beansy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" on my computer so we hooked up the monitors so he could listen to her stories from the other room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEmktSyERwI/AAAAAAAAApk/Kr8tnzCIK4I/s1600-h/twins+&amp;amp;+dallin+wrestling+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208875542073591554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEmktSyERwI/AAAAAAAAApk/Kr8tnzCIK4I/s400/twins+%26+dallin+wrestling+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-3787483994793912432?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3787483994793912432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=3787483994793912432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3787483994793912432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3787483994793912432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/04/sick-kids.html' title='sick kids'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SEmksm9irCI/AAAAAAAAApc/mkx73r9Kk1k/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-8787270421842078218</id><published>2008-04-13T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:00:54.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bounce- u</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt; was the hero of the weekend when he invited the whole family to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bounce U&lt;/span&gt;. Because his dad owns the place, we had it all to ourselves. The kids had a blast and the adults ended the night with some rigorous competition in the obstacle course. That's when the claws came out. There is no "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;brotherly love&lt;/span&gt;" (or sisterly, for that matter) in our family competitions. Karen had me hanging upside down over the wall by my ankle just to get ahead.. typical &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cheating&lt;/span&gt; Karen! And Troy and Bryan are still barely on speaking terms as to who won their match. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; We were all laughing so hard despite the scrapes and burns (and hurt egos for some.. not me of course, but some).&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_cQkDpNjI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1IaLvBbDS04/s1600-h/bounce+U+april+13,+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197114672123819570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_cQkDpNjI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1IaLvBbDS04/s400/bounce+U+april+13,+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sydney always keeps things interesting and decided to throw up all over. Poor Karen looked a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mess&lt;/span&gt;. But as always, she just went on like this happens all the time (which I guess, to some degree, it does with Sydney) They cleaned up and were back to party the night away. It's always more fun when Karen's there. And rain or shine, she's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_cQ0DpNkI/AAAAAAAAAgU/KlQdAm2tbzw/s1600-h/bounce+U+april+13,+2008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197114676418786882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_cQ0DpNkI/AAAAAAAAAgU/KlQdAm2tbzw/s400/bounce+U+april+13,+2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_cREDpNlI/AAAAAAAAAgc/L2BejvMkNI8/s1600-h/bounce+U+april+13,+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197114680713754194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_cREDpNlI/AAAAAAAAAgc/L2BejvMkNI8/s400/bounce+U+april+13,+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allison loves bonding with Uncle &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Neil&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's because they have the same hair cut! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Maybe I should make him some headbands.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-8787270421842078218?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8787270421842078218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=8787270421842078218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8787270421842078218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8787270421842078218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/04/bounce-u.html' title='bounce- u'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_cQkDpNjI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1IaLvBbDS04/s72-c/bounce+U+april+13,+2008+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-1095999895308849929</id><published>2008-04-07T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:31:41.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt; thing is such an enigma to me. It seems that once you've been exposed there is no turning back. You become completely indoctrinated with the names, creatures, transportation, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;weapons&lt;/span&gt;, and philosophy. And I don't think, as a family, we will ever be the same. Most day to day actions or comments are now compared to or assimilated with Star Wars. All after they'd only seen it once! (Yes, Ella is just as big of fan. We have to tell her every outfit is like Princess &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Leah&lt;/span&gt; or she won't have anything to do with it. Her motivation to brush her teeth is so they won't look like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jabba&lt;/span&gt; the Hut's.) It was classic when I went to pick up Dallin and Ella from playing with some friends, and Laura (mom) says "I didn't know your kids were Star Wars &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nerds&lt;/span&gt; too". Ouch. Is that what it has come to? Oh well, I guess we're in good company. All the brilliant minded 5 year olds I know are working out for themselves how "the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Force&lt;/span&gt;" is related to life and the eternal pursuit of happiness!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_la0DpNtI/AAAAAAAAAhc/nLMQkq30bu8/s1600-h/dallin+star+wars+stuff+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197124743822128850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_la0DpNtI/AAAAAAAAAhc/nLMQkq30bu8/s400/dallin+star+wars+stuff+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love these &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lego &lt;/span&gt;building sets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_lbEDpNuI/AAAAAAAAAhk/uJfESeNGlUY/s1600-h/dallin+star+wars+stuff+003_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197124748117096162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_lbEDpNuI/AAAAAAAAAhk/uJfESeNGlUY/s400/dallin+star+wars+stuff+003_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Deney even made Dallin a Star War's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blanket&lt;/span&gt; to replace his old one. (It was Troy's on his mission... yeah, time to move on!) Unfortunately, he didn't agree and so instead of eliminating the rag, he now has &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;two &lt;/span&gt;blankets to sleep with.&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/4033492215373041216-1095999895308849929?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1095999895308849929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=1095999895308849929' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1095999895308849929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1095999895308849929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-star-wars-thing-is-such-enigma-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/SB_la0DpNtI/AAAAAAAAAhc/nLMQkq30bu8/s72-c/dallin+star+wars+stuff+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-8596615398589922673</id><published>2008-04-06T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:55:00.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187656382681549458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_5B_qKFipI/AAAAAAAAAeE/eqWYarhyMBE/s400/general+conference+sunday+april+6,+2008+001_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I remember being up at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; and always loving conference weekend because it seemed that was the day the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sun &lt;/span&gt;finally started to shine. Being an Arizona girl I would immediately ditch all the winter wear and jump right into shorts and t-shirts...a bit prematurely. So it was right on schedule that this conference weekend I was able to enjoy both the beautiful &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt; weather and came home to a gorgeous &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Arizona&lt;/span&gt; evening. Dinner at my parents house ended outside on blankets and the hammock watching the kids (and dads) swing and wrestle. The perfect &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; evening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_5DBaKFisI/AAAAAAAAAec/mA0AxmaOkCg/s1600-h/general+conference+sunday+april+6,+2008+016_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187657512257948354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_5DBaKFisI/AAAAAAAAAec/mA0AxmaOkCg/s200/general+conference+sunday+april+6,+2008+016_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_5DB6KFitI/AAAAAAAAAek/fzWyh-XFGxY/s1600-h/general+conference+sunday+april+6,+2008+017_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187657520847882962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_5DB6KFitI/AAAAAAAAAek/fzWyh-XFGxY/s200/general+conference+sunday+april+6,+2008+017_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_5CeqKFirI/AAAAAAAAAeU/MVQwQdoINO8/s1600-h/general+conference+sunday+april+6,+2008+013_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187656915257494194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_5CeqKFirI/AAAAAAAAAeU/MVQwQdoINO8/s200/general+conference+sunday+april+6,+2008+013_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187658998316632802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_5EX6KFiuI/AAAAAAAAAes/KNss0eLZ_lA/s320/general+conference+sunday+april+6,+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-8596615398589922673?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8596615398589922673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=8596615398589922673' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8596615398589922673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8596615398589922673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/04/general-conference-weekend.html' title='sunday afternoon'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_5B_qKFipI/AAAAAAAAAeE/eqWYarhyMBE/s72-c/general+conference+sunday+april+6,+2008+001_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-5979032935093882122</id><published>2008-04-05T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:22:35.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend was such a treat. I flew up to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Salt Lake&lt;/span&gt; with Kris, Renee &amp;amp; Noelle. It was the first time leaving the kids for more than a couple hours... so the anxiety of getting ready about did me in... but after take off I was feeling great. We started &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chatting&lt;/span&gt; on the plane and I don't think our mouths stopped once until we touched back down in Phoenix...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; no exaggeration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_5QbqKFixI/AAAAAAAAAfE/dLTWBc6ZaCk/s1600-h/rs+slc+april+2008+001_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187672256880675602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_5QbqKFixI/AAAAAAAAAfE/dLTWBc6ZaCk/s400/rs+slc+april+2008+001_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so lucky to work with such &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; women who teach me, inspire me, and know how to have a good time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am also so lucky to have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Troy &lt;/span&gt;who was so willing to take on the challenge of parenting the kids &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;. He refused to accept any help just to prove he could do it (yes, a bit &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stubborn&lt;/span&gt;!) and he did it! (And surprised me by having the house painted too!) He better watch out or this going out of town thing is going to look even more appealing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed the weekend revolved around&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; food&lt;/span&gt;... Hires Big H, the Lion House, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beni&lt;/span&gt; Hana's, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt;, Spaghetti Factory.. and on and on. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187645155637037634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_43yKKFikI/AAAAAAAAAdc/JAszMJlxL_s/s400/Picture1.gif" border="0" /&gt;The view from the condo was gorgeous. We stayed up until &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3:30am&lt;/span&gt; talking and eating fresh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;carmel&lt;/span&gt; taffy &amp;amp; chocolate covered cinnamon bears (that we went to Trolley Square three times to get!) ... I felt like I was a teenager again &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gabbing&lt;/span&gt; with the girls! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_qSbF_jSXI/AAAAAAAAAco/B5oO9eGoYAI/s1600-h/rs+slc+april+2008+012_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186618915033401714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_qSbF_jSXI/AAAAAAAAAco/B5oO9eGoYAI/s400/rs+slc+april+2008+012_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gardener's Village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_qUHl_jSbI/AAAAAAAAAdI/5QSteN33_Vo/s1600-h/Gardner+village_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186620779049208242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_qUHl_jSbI/AAAAAAAAAdI/5QSteN33_Vo/s400/Gardner+village_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_5QBqKFiwI/AAAAAAAAAe8/5WeNAfRNjZs/s1600-h/bf27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187671810204076802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_5QBqKFiwI/AAAAAAAAAe8/5WeNAfRNjZs/s200/bf27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The entire weekend we were trying to find a movie to go to. Kris was our amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chauffeur&lt;/span&gt; and Noelle our trusty navigator... Renee and I were just along for the ride. Four theaters later we found what we had been looking for..."&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;27 Dresses&lt;/span&gt;", and the dollar theater actually cost a dollar! Imagine that.. and our feet didn't even stick to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And of course we enjoyed the wonderful General Conference where we were able to stand in the presence of our dear &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;prophet&lt;/span&gt; and sustain him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_qSbV_jSYI/AAAAAAAAAcw/-y9IHfkjIwo/s1600-h/rs+slc+april+2008+014_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186618919328369026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_qSbV_jSYI/AAAAAAAAAcw/-y9IHfkjIwo/s400/rs+slc+april+2008+014_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187681357916375874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_5YtaKFi0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/3AXJytzcIvI/s320/rs+slc+april+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&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;The rest of conference was a bit of a blur! :) It was definately hard to leave "our happy place"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-5979032935093882122?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5979032935093882122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=5979032935093882122' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/5979032935093882122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/5979032935093882122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/04/slc.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_5QbqKFixI/AAAAAAAAAfE/dLTWBc6ZaCk/s72-c/rs+slc+april+2008+001_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-4241975528832631985</id><published>2008-03-30T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:38:47.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seconds anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184388806182085986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_KmJrH-pWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/LhL1YVmb3gQ/s400/tangled+twins+march+30,+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Allison and Auburn love crawling into any random space they can fit... preferably the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dirtiest&lt;/span&gt; corners our house (which gives them plenty of options). I think their favorite is under the table because after they are done throwing all their food off their high chairs they know they can crawl under the table later for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;seconds&lt;/span&gt;.. nasty!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_Kst7H-pdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/jB3YiqO9m_s/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184396026022110674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_Kst7H-pdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/jB3YiqO9m_s/s400/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_KsS7H-pbI/AAAAAAAAAWY/8TY32iu1F8g/s1600-h/tangled+twins+march+30,+2008+006_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184395562165642674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_KsS7H-pbI/AAAAAAAAAWY/8TY32iu1F8g/s200/tangled+twins+march+30,+2008+006_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_KsTbH-pcI/AAAAAAAAAWg/mLt-6_m7MFk/s1600-h/tangled+twins+march+30,+2008+010_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_KsTbH-pcI/AAAAAAAAAWg/mLt-6_m7MFk/s1600-h/tangled+twins+march+30,+2008+010_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&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/4033492215373041216-4241975528832631985?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4241975528832631985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=4241975528832631985' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4241975528832631985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4241975528832631985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/03/seconds.html' title='seconds anyone?'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_KmJrH-pWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/LhL1YVmb3gQ/s72-c/tangled+twins+march+30,+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-5477609184397470080</id><published>2008-03-26T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:12:01.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a bunch of crazies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_pSXF_jSTI/AAAAAAAAAcI/hdVpMNzb_1c/s1600-h/bed+head+march+26,+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186548477569747250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_pSXF_jSTI/AAAAAAAAAcI/hdVpMNzb_1c/s400/bed+head+march+26,+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that's some serious &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bedhead&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186547111770147106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_pRHl_jSSI/AAAAAAAAAcA/z8Z1x7MVXuM/s400/cross+eyes+march+25,+2008+005_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good looks or charming personality?  It really is a toss up!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186550852686661970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_pUhV_jSVI/AAAAAAAAAcY/TdJ-oIRBVlU/s400/auburn+in+a+basket+march+27,+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I walked in the family room because Dallin was laughing hysterically and saw Auburn tucked away in this little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;basket&lt;/span&gt;.  It's nice that my younger children serve as playtoys for the older ones!&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/4033492215373041216-5477609184397470080?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5477609184397470080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=5477609184397470080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/5477609184397470080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/5477609184397470080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/03/now-thats-some-serious-bedhead.html' title='a bunch of crazies'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_pSXF_jSTI/AAAAAAAAAcI/hdVpMNzb_1c/s72-c/bed+head+march+26,+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-8456233258175671136</id><published>2008-03-23T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:35:16.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_mzxV_jSJI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ONZi2osrrWg/s1600-h/Picture1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186374106192496786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_mzxV_jSJI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ONZi2osrrWg/s400/Picture1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_oyhV_jSLI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-Ckai5wPBww/s1600-h/Karen+3-08+easterish+123_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186513469291317426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_oyhV_jSLI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-Ckai5wPBww/s200/Karen+3-08+easterish+123_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_MRlbH-p4I/AAAAAAAAAaA/-IO45_nl3PY/s1600-h/easter+march+23,+2208+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184506930667628418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_MRlbH-p4I/AAAAAAAAAaA/-IO45_nl3PY/s200/easter+march+23,+2208+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_MRlLH-p3I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Be3Mw3qd9p4/s1600-h/easter+march+23,+2208+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184506926372661106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_MRlLH-p3I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Be3Mw3qd9p4/s200/easter+march+23,+2208+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_MRk7H-p2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/lq46c1mpxV0/s1600-h/easter+march+23,+2208+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184506922077693794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_MRk7H-p2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/lq46c1mpxV0/s200/easter+march+23,+2208+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_mxk1_jSHI/AAAAAAAAAao/_zrkiFIp8lU/s1600-h/easter+march+23,+2208+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186371692420876402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_mxk1_jSHI/AAAAAAAAAao/_zrkiFIp8lU/s400/easter+march+23,+2208+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_o041_jSOI/AAAAAAAAAbg/7qeA5pvamu8/s1600-h/easter+march+23,+2208+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186516072041498850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_o041_jSOI/AAAAAAAAAbg/7qeA5pvamu8/s320/easter+march+23,+2208+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_o05V_jSPI/AAAAAAAAAbo/v7xbHpR544E/s1600-h/Karen+3-08+easterish+115_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186516080631433458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_o05V_jSPI/AAAAAAAAAbo/v7xbHpR544E/s320/Karen+3-08+easterish+115_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_pB51_jSQI/AAAAAAAAAbw/4NRBo2k6hbs/s1600-h/easter+march+23,+2208+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186530382872529154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_pB51_jSQI/AAAAAAAAAbw/4NRBo2k6hbs/s320/easter+march+23,+2208+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_MPo7H-pzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YbDL3vuDs6Y/s1600-h/easter+march+23,+2208+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184504791773914930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_MPo7H-pzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YbDL3vuDs6Y/s400/easter+march+23,+2208+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_oyg1_jSKI/AAAAAAAAAbA/PfRSiyw08Qo/s1600-h/easter+march+23,+2208+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_o031_jSMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/wFTlDrb-r0s/s1600-h/easter+march+23,+2208+068_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186516054861629634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_o031_jSMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/wFTlDrb-r0s/s320/easter+march+23,+2208+068_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_o04V_jSNI/AAAAAAAAAbY/85M-qWewbOE/s1600-h/easter+march+23,+2208+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186516063451564242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_o04V_jSNI/AAAAAAAAAbY/85M-qWewbOE/s320/easter+march+23,+2208+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/4033492215373041216-8456233258175671136?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8456233258175671136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=8456233258175671136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8456233258175671136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8456233258175671136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_mzxV_jSJI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ONZi2osrrWg/s72-c/Picture1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-8067134730231987450</id><published>2008-03-22T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:37:59.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>easter morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dilemma&lt;/span&gt;: How to get all the kids up and dressed for church and still have them enjoy their Easter baskets in the morning. This was my solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184499435949696706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_MKxLH-psI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ORudPZoBwUs/s320/easter+march+23,+2208+005_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Easter cute little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Ella&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you have been a good girl &amp;amp; fella?&lt;br /&gt;A basket is hiding for each of you.&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is find the next clue.&lt;br /&gt;It will tell you the things you need to get done.&lt;br /&gt;To get ready for Sunday and have lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;Go to Mom’s favorite place to read.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find the colorful egg that you need! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184499427359762098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_MKwrH-prI/AAAAAAAAAYY/UE_rvNAsaVo/s320/easter+march+23,+2208+004_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Get clean underwear on – that’s the goal.&lt;br /&gt;Then the next clue is hiding in a bowl. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184499453129565906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_MKyLH-ptI/AAAAAAAAAYo/hHlY8qEuhF8/s320/easter+march+23,+2208+006_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_K4ULH-plI/AAAAAAAAAXo/WIjmYnYFv7M/s1600-h/easter+march+23,+2208+006_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eat up till you’re full. Don’t forget to clear your place.&lt;br /&gt;Then look for an egg hiding in a suitcase. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_MGlbH-poI/AAAAAAAAAYA/HxdCS8187PE/s1600-h/easter+march+23,+2208+007_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184494836039722626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_MGlbH-poI/AAAAAAAAAYA/HxdCS8187PE/s320/easter+march+23,+2208+007_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are clothes to put on – Quick! Hurry! Rush!&lt;br /&gt;Then get the next clue that’s by a toothbrush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_K4UrH-pmI/AAAAAAAAAXw/v0l_zROFMgw/s1600-h/easter+march+23,+2208+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184408786369947234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_K4UrH-pmI/AAAAAAAAAXw/v0l_zROFMgw/s320/easter+march+23,+2208+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_K4UrH-pmI/AAAAAAAAAXw/v0l_zROFMgw/s1600-h/easter+march+23,+2208+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When teeth and hair are sparkly and done&lt;br /&gt;Go to the room we make music and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your baskets and always remember when&lt;br /&gt;Three days after his death, Christ lived again. &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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_ML_rH-pvI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-BcbOORlJKg/s1600-h/easter+march+23,+2208+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184500784569427698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_ML_rH-pvI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-BcbOORlJKg/s200/easter+march+23,+2208+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_ML_LH-puI/AAAAAAAAAYw/QJEUN54IhsU/s1600-h/easter+march+23,+2208+009_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184500775979493090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_ML_LH-puI/AAAAAAAAAYw/QJEUN54IhsU/s200/easter+march+23,+2208+009_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It worked like a charm. We had a lovely Easter morning and were even early to Karen's church where she spoke. The bliss lasted until nap time. I had already lectured &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; and Ella's brains out about getting to sleep so we could go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GGs&lt;/span&gt; for Easter dinner. An hour later I came in to see both kids in Ella's bed in a giant fort they had made with all of their blankets. They had lined books around the edges of the bed and had every ball balancing on top. I about lost it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_KyZLH-pjI/AAAAAAAAAXY/cKCyFC5jARk/s1600-h/easter+march+23,+2208+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184402266609591858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_KyZLH-pjI/AAAAAAAAAXY/cKCyFC5jARk/s320/easter+march+23,+2208+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karen had once told me... if your kids ever do something that upsets you - take a picture - you'll probably laugh about it later. Oh, I was racing for the camera because I was furious! Our beautiful Easter morning had taken a turn for the worse as I had to hold to the predetermined punishment (I hate that!) and took away their Easter baskets. It didn't even phase 'em. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grrrr&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/4033492215373041216-8067134730231987450?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8067134730231987450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=8067134730231987450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8067134730231987450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8067134730231987450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter.html' title='easter morning'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_MKxLH-psI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ORudPZoBwUs/s72-c/easter+march+23,+2208+005_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-8839919486757713233</id><published>2008-03-22T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T11:43:36.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just because</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_FhK7H-o2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/iaeG5jfeYiU/s1600-h/car+seat+march+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184031486377894754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_FhK7H-o2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/iaeG5jfeYiU/s400/car+seat+march+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my "Just Because" &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;project&lt;/span&gt; this weekend. Here's how it usually goes. I decide to make something and think it's so great that I want to do it in bulk thinking it would be a great business venture... then after inundating myself with supplies and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hype&lt;/span&gt;, my momentum fizzles. I know Troy just shakes his head and doesn't understand why I do it... (or why my sewing room is full of tassels, car seats, aprons, frames, tutus etc.) so the blanket name I use for all my projects is, "Just Because". That's all there is to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After trying to buy car seat covers for Allison &amp;amp; Auburn I decided to "go custom"and have loved the seats I made my girls. The only problem with making them for others now is each time I make a new design I want to change mine... This one I actually made in record time. I have been cursing Graco because each seat I have made a cover for somehow has been a different size or shape.. resulting in a completely new pattern design. But I must have found them all, because this seat just seemed to fit the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; time... Yea! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So if you ask why we ate cereal for dinner and why my sister had to fill my kids' Easter baskets for me and why I had all my children tangled in thread as entertainment.. I'll say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just Because&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/4033492215373041216-8839919486757713233?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8839919486757713233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=8839919486757713233' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8839919486757713233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/8839919486757713233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-because.html' title='just because'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_FhK7H-o2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/iaeG5jfeYiU/s72-c/car+seat+march+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-5535082028668073164</id><published>2008-03-21T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T09:48:15.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little itty bitty whitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Whitney!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_Fwo7H-o9I/AAAAAAAAASs/k0DmtqK1k_w/s1600-h/whit"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184048494448387026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_Fwo7H-o9I/AAAAAAAAASs/k0DmtqK1k_w/s400/whit%27s+bday+%26+dyeing+easter+eggs+march+21,+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The original &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt; girls. (We missed Jean of course.) Pictures with this bunch is a riot... seems we all have something witty and funny to say right as they camera flashes. (at least we think it's witty and funny.. the picture taker most likely finds it silly and obnoxious) We all wanted to be next to Whitney's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; tummy so ours' wouldn't look as big! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All Whitney wanted for her birthday was to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; be at work. So she took the day off and we did exactly what she wanted... nothing. And there are no other people I would love to do nothing with in the whole world! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184272266539476130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_I8KLH-pKI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Hp32xKGYTFE/s400/whit%27s+bday+%26+dyeing+easter+eggs+march+21,+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later that night the whole family came over to color Easter eggs and have "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dad's pancakes&lt;/span&gt;"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_GHcbH-pGI/AAAAAAAAAT0/E2nSj4reTC4/s1600-h/whit"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184073568467461218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_GHcbH-pGI/AAAAAAAAAT0/E2nSj4reTC4/s200/whit%27s+bday+%26+dyeing+easter+eggs+march+21,+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_GHcLH-pFI/AAAAAAAAATs/eBByOEyWVBw/s1600-h/whit"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_GHcLH-pFI/AAAAAAAAATs/eBByOEyWVBw/s1600-h/whit"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184073564172493906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_GHcLH-pFI/AAAAAAAAATs/eBByOEyWVBw/s200/whit%27s+bday+%26+dyeing+easter+eggs+march+21,+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_GHc7H-pHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/rCmIrdGQeEo/s1600-h/whit"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184073577057395826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_GHc7H-pHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/rCmIrdGQeEo/s200/whit%27s+bday+%26+dyeing+easter+eggs+march+21,+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad was the man of the night making his pancakes which deserve a post of their own. They are a large thick crepe filled with cinnamon and powdered sugar... lots and lots of butter. Oh &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt;... I'm craving them now! He even did his own dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_Jr8rH-pOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/nLkH7HMD1Z0/s1600-h/Karen+3-08+easterish+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184324811169375458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_Jr8rH-pOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/nLkH7HMD1Z0/s200/Karen+3-08+easterish+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_I9tbH-pMI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1MrIefDc7v4/s1600-h/whit"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_Jy7bH-pSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/68FmQ6KqcsA/s1600-h/whit"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184332486275933474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_Jy7bH-pSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/68FmQ6KqcsA/s200/whit%27s+bday+%26+dyeing+easter+eggs+march+21,+2008+019_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_Jr9rH-pQI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Jx5xN1hrXxQ/s1600-h/Karen+3-08+easterish+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184324828349244674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_Jr9rH-pQI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Jx5xN1hrXxQ/s200/Karen+3-08+easterish+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_Jr6rH-pNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/OuzhsmEMTIw/s1600-h/Karen+3-08+easterish+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184324776809637074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_Jr6rH-pNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/OuzhsmEMTIw/s200/Karen+3-08+easterish+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_KBWLH-pTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/bcSmyJif2s8/s1600-h/Karen+3-08+easterish+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184348339000223026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_KBWLH-pTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/bcSmyJif2s8/s320/Karen+3-08+easterish+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Easter egg dyeing usually consists of the kids doing a few and then Dad and Whitney taking all night scheming up their &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;creative&lt;/span&gt; egg masterpieces. Those two were seriously cut from the same mold!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_KDIrH-pVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/50_BivNIgSc/s1600-h/whit"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184350306095244626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_KDIrH-pVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/50_BivNIgSc/s320/whit%27s+bday+%26+dyeing+easter+eggs+march+21,+2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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;/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;/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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hyper Dash is Mom's new favorite &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;game&lt;/span&gt; for the kids... running around, hitting things, noise... they loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184048503038321634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_FwpbH-o-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/SextvCK9vcs/s400/whit%27s+bday+%26+dyeing+easter+eggs+march+21,+2008+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is all we have to do to get our home evacuated after a party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bottom's&lt;/span&gt; up to a good time!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_FwqbH-pBI/AAAAAAAAATM/Mqgo6ZyxEfY/s1600-h/whit"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-5535082028668073164?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5535082028668073164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=5535082028668073164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/5535082028668073164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/5535082028668073164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-itty-bitty-whitty.html' title='little itty bitty whitty'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_Fwo7H-o9I/AAAAAAAAASs/k0DmtqK1k_w/s72-c/whit%27s+bday+%26+dyeing+easter+eggs+march+21,+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-4667438316825804212</id><published>2008-03-21T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:04:50.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the next marth stewart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_Fo07H-o3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/glcjQ4Hfmvw/s1600-h/2234161958_d011f53549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184039904513794930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_Fo07H-o3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/glcjQ4Hfmvw/s400/2234161958_d011f53549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I have been just waiting for an excuse to try these darling little things. So finally &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Whitney's&lt;/span&gt; birthday rolled around and I busted out the cake pops.. I obviously couldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;execute&lt;/span&gt; the directions as described.. so they turned into &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;balls&lt;/span&gt; instead of cute cupcakes. Oh well. Nobody thought they tasted good anyway. So I was left with all these cake pops in my fridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as luck would have it... they tasted &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; with age. So I got to enjoy all the cake pops myself. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183298021927854834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R-7GFrH-ovI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1MblPHDXpws/s400/cake+pops+march+21,+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I just went to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bakerella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get the picture of her cupcakes and found out they going to be featured on Martha Stewart on April 3rd. So maybe I can learn how to make them the right way!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184039908808762242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_Fo1LH-o4I/AAAAAAAAASE/DmCWG1DcvKk/s400/martha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-4667438316825804212?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4667438316825804212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=4667438316825804212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4667438316825804212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4667438316825804212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/03/next-marth-stewart.html' title='the next marth stewart'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_Fo07H-o3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/glcjQ4Hfmvw/s72-c/2234161958_d011f53549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-9046209392756275130</id><published>2008-03-15T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:34:36.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stapley easter celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184021753982001954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_FYUbH-oyI/AAAAAAAAARU/0t2dpKkHS7k/s400/stapley+easter+march+15,+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's amazing that anything could be this organized when so many kids get together... but down to the smallest detail, Roberta has it planned out and ready. We just have to show up, follow instructions (of which I rarely get right) and enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_FrwbH-o6I/AAAAAAAAASU/q-iF12Gzb4o/s1600-h/stapley+easter+march+15,+2008+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184043125739266978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_FrwbH-o6I/AAAAAAAAASU/q-iF12Gzb4o/s320/stapley+easter+march+15,+2008+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_FrxLH-o8I/AAAAAAAAASk/6MOPL1jk7zk/s1600-h/stapley+easter+march+15,+2008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184043138624168898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_FrxLH-o8I/AAAAAAAAASk/6MOPL1jk7zk/s320/stapley+easter+march+15,+2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This year we made Easter &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;service&lt;/span&gt; baskets for different families. Well, I should say, Hillary made service baskets while we ran around eating jelly beans or something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids made fun cookies with Gma where all the ingredients have to do with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt; and Easter... (they are like meringues that are hollow in the center... just like the tomb was empty on the third day... cute huh?) Another Hillary contribution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(this post should be called "Hillary saves Easter")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_FrwLH-o5I/AAAAAAAAASM/4r_xzqxxsDY/s1600-h/stapley+easter+march+15,+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184043121444299666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_FrwLH-o5I/AAAAAAAAASM/4r_xzqxxsDY/s320/stapley+easter+march+15,+2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_FrwrH-o7I/AAAAAAAAASc/NQgwyeReJg0/s1600-h/stapley+easter+march+15,+2008+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184043130034234290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_FrwrH-o7I/AAAAAAAAASc/NQgwyeReJg0/s320/stapley+easter+march+15,+2008+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;After lunch and an Easter egg hunt there was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Silly String&lt;/span&gt;.. I mean what's Easter without Silly String, right? I don't think the kids had nearly as much fun as the boys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184021728212198162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_FYS7H-oxI/AAAAAAAAARM/6Op9pobX07c/s400/Picture1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184021758276969266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_FYUrH-ozI/AAAAAAAAARc/Ed2MK1riw5A/s400/stapley+easter+march+15,+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And after over twenty tries.. this is the Easter shot we came out with today. Let me introduce you to my sweet children, "Really Mom?", "Ouch, pain", "Huh" and "Lala Land". Thanks for playing kids! Maybe next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-9046209392756275130?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/9046209392756275130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=9046209392756275130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/9046209392756275130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/9046209392756275130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/03/stapley-easter-celebration.html' title='stapley easter celebration'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R_FYUbH-oyI/AAAAAAAAARU/0t2dpKkHS7k/s72-c/stapley+easter+march+15,+2008+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-6253910003446105366</id><published>2008-03-12T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:31:55.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grandma gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R-7Dc7H-otI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PZXCCFC4GqM/s1600-h/ella"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183295122824930002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R-7Dc7H-otI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PZXCCFC4GqM/s400/ella%27s+new+pillow+march+12,+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Ella's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blanket &lt;/span&gt;is disreputable. It started out this darling heirloom piece I made for her before she was born and has turned into a flimsy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rag&lt;/span&gt;. So Mom decided she needed something to replace it. I agreed and started researching cute fabrics. Unfortunately Mom and Ella got to the fabric store before I did and came home with this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gem&lt;/span&gt;. Fortunately it was only big enough to make a pillow instead of an entire blanket. Mom was equally horrified at the tackiness so insisted her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pillow&lt;/span&gt; be stuffed with down feathers to compensate. Sooooo Deney! I walked in after Mom gave Ella her new pillow and she was already taking a nap with it on the floor in front of the fridge. Another Grandma success...you're the best! (upcoming posts.. Dallin's obnoxious &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt; blanket, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;smocking&lt;/span&gt; for twins, and "they'll be so easy" (until the zippers break) matching dresses for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the granddaughters).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-6253910003446105366?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6253910003446105366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=6253910003446105366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/6253910003446105366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/6253910003446105366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/03/grandma-gifts.html' title='grandma gifts'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R-7Dc7H-otI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PZXCCFC4GqM/s72-c/ella%27s+new+pillow+march+12,+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-1599959859005333176</id><published>2008-02-29T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:50:04.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work it dallin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9Gyf3AuLaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/qKxx2Pf64fg/s1600-h/dallin"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175113707238075810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9Gyf3AuLaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/qKxx2Pf64fg/s400/dallin%27s+first+phone+number+february+29,+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dallin received his first phone &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;number&lt;/span&gt; from a girl! And as you can tell from his ear to ear &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;grin&lt;/span&gt;.. he was quite tickled! Every time I turned around he was somewhere with the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;phone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;trying to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;call&lt;/span&gt; the little girl from preschool. I don't think I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ready&lt;/span&gt; for this!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-1599959859005333176?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1599959859005333176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=1599959859005333176' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1599959859005333176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1599959859005333176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/02/work-it-dallin.html' title='work it dallin'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9Gyf3AuLaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/qKxx2Pf64fg/s72-c/dallin%27s+first+phone+number+february+29,+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-4504517031288739927</id><published>2008-02-22T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T13:14:52.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to the jungle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dallin turned &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;five &lt;/span&gt;and is going bananas!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175055166833831170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9F9QXAuLQI/AAAAAAAAANU/znAWwDRUtCo/s400/blog6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Dallin's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;monkey&lt;/span&gt; party turned out really cute. Dallin had so much fun running his invitations around because they were real &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bananas&lt;/span&gt; with little monkeys attached to them. He thought that was pretty funny. I thought it was just creative &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9GN-HAuLUI/AAAAAAAAAN0/0Fbf56JDJWE/s1600-h/blog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9GPMXAuLVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Hh2BSBogyAI/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9GcFHAuLZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OEWB0Uh-u4Q/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175089058420764050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9GcFHAuLZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OEWB0Uh-u4Q/s320/blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids played 'Pin the Banana on the Monkey'.. which I should remember never works for kids this age because they have an aversion to being &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blindfolded&lt;/span&gt; or closing their own eyes. Almost all of them put the banana &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; on the monkey's hand... amazing huh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9GXO3AuLXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/MiSk8EVOMp8/s1600-h/blog5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175083728366349682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9GXO3AuLXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/MiSk8EVOMp8/s320/blog5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gavin&lt;/span&gt; looks like your normal darling doesn't he with that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; smile. But not when you put the pinata &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stick&lt;/span&gt; in his hand! Troy saw him as his executioner. Gavin had such a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wild&lt;/span&gt; strong swing it almost decapitated my poor husband a few times. &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;/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;/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 id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175027348330654962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9Fj9HAuLPI/AAAAAAAAANM/MO5CsA9DsdQ/s400/blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So my monkey pinata proved &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;indestructible&lt;/span&gt; after the multiple beatings it received... What can I say.. I make some pretty quality stuff around here! Troy ended up &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;breaking&lt;/span&gt; the thing open so the kids could get their treats. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175013021523280914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9FW7LfqhBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-3DGGxh31po/s400/blog3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The party was fun, but after all was said and done, I realized (&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;) that they just don't &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;care &lt;/span&gt;about all the "frills".  They would have been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; as happy playing out in the yard eating rice crispie treats (store bought ones at that!). But as long as I understand that all the fun &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;themed&lt;/span&gt; stuff is for my own enjoyment.. it's all &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy birthday dallin..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; little monkey!&lt;/div&gt;january 24, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-4504517031288739927?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4504517031288739927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=4504517031288739927' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4504517031288739927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/4504517031288739927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/02/welcome-to-jungle.html' title='welcome to the jungle'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9F9QXAuLQI/AAAAAAAAANU/znAWwDRUtCo/s72-c/blog6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-1820906658288926018</id><published>2008-02-22T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T12:03:07.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday ella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is how Ella's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; started. Her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bib&lt;/span&gt; says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moody. Cranky. Adorable.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9DDYfDmU5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/h8qGuO7cVow/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174850797269570450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9DDYfDmU5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/h8qGuO7cVow/s400/blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luckily &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Grandma&lt;/span&gt; stopped by. She gave her a birthday card that sings "I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream..." from Sleeping Beauty. Have you ever wondered how&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; many&lt;/span&gt; times you could open one of those cards and hear the lovely recorded tune over and over and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; before the batteries actually &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt; and gave you some peace and quiet? Let me tell you.. more than a couple hundred. But after day &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; of "walking with you once upon a dream" it gave up the ghost. Thanks &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174859335664555042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9DLJfDmVCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HHe97XFiVy4/s400/blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I'm not &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; on characters of any kind... so Ella's idea of having a 'My Little Pony' cake about made me nauseous. But.. look at those big brown &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;... could you say no to them? My Little&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Pony&lt;/span&gt; cake it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9DDaPDmU7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/YLBUPXAS9GQ/s1600-h/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174850827334341554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9DDaPDmU7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/YLBUPXAS9GQ/s400/blog3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ella has such &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;darling&lt;/span&gt; friends. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174867856879670338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9DS5fDmVEI/AAAAAAAAAME/f6JbxGJv1Xo/s400/blog8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; They were being &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;attacked&lt;/span&gt; by the boys and had to run and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hide&lt;/span&gt; together in the corner. You can see the look of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;terror&lt;/span&gt; in Ella's face! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get used to it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9DUJfDmVFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E53LBvb25os/s1600-h/blog9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174869231269205074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9DUJfDmVFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E53LBvb25os/s320/blog9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ella&lt;/span&gt; is something else. She has more personality in her little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pinky&lt;/span&gt; than most in their whole body. Troy &amp;amp; I find ourselves constantly shaking our heads &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt;, "What have we got ourselves into?" She's just a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sassy &lt;/span&gt;little thing and we wouldn't have her any other way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;happy birthday ella bella!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-1820906658288926018?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1820906658288926018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=1820906658288926018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1820906658288926018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/1820906658288926018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-ella.html' title='happy birthday ella'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9DDYfDmU5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/h8qGuO7cVow/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-6764765406464254254</id><published>2008-02-21T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:15:13.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dentist&lt;/span&gt; appointment! Well, I guess for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; it was technically his second. His first consisted of screaming and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt; so hard that they asked me to take him home and come back in a year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This go around we opted for a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pediatric&lt;/span&gt; dentist that loaded them up with toys and stickers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; did great this time. Ella, not so much. She kept &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whining &lt;/span&gt;loudly the whole time for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;candy&lt;/span&gt;. Nice.. all the dentists are looking at me like she's saying a four letter word. She proceeded to take after her big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; and we will be taking her back next year instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173648038566248402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R8x9etujP9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/FzzjYgzx7vU/s400/dentist+february+21,+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is actually &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ella's &lt;/span&gt;birthday.. but she doesn't know it. We had so many different things going that day that we just told her it was the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; day. No harm done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ellabella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;february&lt;/span&gt; 21, 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-6764765406464254254?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6764765406464254254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=6764765406464254254' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/6764765406464254254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/6764765406464254254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/03/dentist.html' title='the dentist'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R8x9etujP9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/FzzjYgzx7vU/s72-c/dentist+february+21,+2008+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-3005230908357450034</id><published>2008-02-19T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:42:51.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the napping house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R8cyFIfkO0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/w2AWLDyp0B4/s1600-h/Picture3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172157760818920258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R8cyFIfkO0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/w2AWLDyp0B4/s400/Picture3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am one of those &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt; moms whose children all still nap. Yep... all four down at 1:00 up at 3:00. (when all the stars align, of course) But today all four of them were on one. It was NOT the "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Napping&lt;/span&gt; House, where everyone is sleeping" .. which resulted in one quiet car ride later that afternoon when they all cashed out. Too bad we were only dropping off the dry cleaning so the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;beloved&lt;/span&gt; nap time lasted all of 10 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033492215373041216-3005230908357450034?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3005230908357450034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=3005230908357450034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3005230908357450034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/3005230908357450034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/02/napping-house.html' title='the napping house'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R8cyFIfkO0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/w2AWLDyp0B4/s72-c/Picture3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033492215373041216.post-576154525837904510</id><published>2008-02-18T21:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T14:20:26.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>president's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9G1AnAuLcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/cqkB_lKL188/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175116468902047170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9G1AnAuLcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/cqkB_lKL188/s400/blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was such a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; day outside. It was nice to have Troy home to help take the whole family on a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt; to Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa's house. That morning we had gone to the gym. Troy did a step class with me. Yes, Troy in "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Step&lt;/span&gt; Challenge" (Summer, is the visual just hysterical?). Initially I was a bit embarrassed, ok more like mortified. I kept pleading for him to just go lift weights or something where he wouldn't make a spectacle. But Troy lives for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spectacle&lt;/span&gt;! He stuck it out in step.. and to my amazement, did really well. The teacher kept referring to him as "the new &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stud&lt;/span&gt; in back". So after a grueling workout, the little "stroll" to and from my parents became a bit more challenging... not to mention pushing the limo stroller with Ella riding on top of it and carrying her big wheel that she was too &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; to ride. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175121910625611218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9G59XAuLdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GAxcbc-_nkE/s400/blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9G9THAuLhI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Elt2z44hLq4/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175127515557932578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9G_DnAuLiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YLR5q8qKfbA/s400/blog3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent the evening at Marty &amp;amp; Marci's where Allison &amp;amp; Auburn had their first bites of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9G89HAuLfI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Wmjn1hfeA0w/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/4033492215373041216-576154525837904510?l=troyandsandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/feeds/576154525837904510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4033492215373041216&amp;postID=576154525837904510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/576154525837904510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033492215373041216/posts/default/576154525837904510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troyandsandra.blogspot.com/2008/02/presidents-day.html' title='president&apos;s day'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662743569917787537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZUyu6Igu-U/R9G1AnAuLcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/cqkB_lKL188/s72-c/blog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
