<?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-36507798</id><updated>2011-12-14T14:04:28.716-08:00</updated><category term='chloe'/><category term='fred'/><category term='family outings'/><category term='stella'/><title type='text'>Chloe, Stella &amp; Fred</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>278</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-7367143216805180882</id><published>2011-11-20T18:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:41:49.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dirty Dash Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u25MJlYuKgM/Tsm52PbWFlI/AAAAAAAADkI/kpZUG02BMac/s1600/DSC_0442ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u25MJlYuKgM/Tsm52PbWFlI/AAAAAAAADkI/kpZUG02BMac/s400/DSC_0442ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677273146782520914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4o47GCmKISg/Tsm51v405mI/AAAAAAAADjw/1YkWw5LKaQI/s1600/DSC_0477ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4o47GCmKISg/Tsm51v405mI/AAAAAAAADjw/1YkWw5LKaQI/s400/DSC_0477ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677273138316240482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AvG8eXCFwgc/Tsm51-UpKEI/AAAAAAAADj8/TgXLU640mF0/s1600/DSC_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AvG8eXCFwgc/Tsm51-UpKEI/AAAAAAAADj8/TgXLU640mF0/s400/DSC_0509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677273142191007810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AvG8eXCFwgc/Tsm51-UpKEI/AAAAAAAADj8/TgXLU640mF0/s1600/DSC_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-7367143216805180882?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7367143216805180882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=7367143216805180882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/7367143216805180882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/7367143216805180882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/11/dirty-dash-birthday-bash.html' title='A Dirty Dash Birthday Bash'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u25MJlYuKgM/Tsm52PbWFlI/AAAAAAAADkI/kpZUG02BMac/s72-c/DSC_0442ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-4584450452793298968</id><published>2011-11-20T18:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:29:28.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ecUQ6t--ShM/Tsm3gHCcPfI/AAAAAAAADjk/JuZG0ruN1c8/s1600/DSC_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ecUQ6t--ShM/Tsm3gHCcPfI/AAAAAAAADjk/JuZG0ruN1c8/s400/DSC_0205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677270567550205426" 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/36507798-4584450452793298968?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4584450452793298968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=4584450452793298968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4584450452793298968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4584450452793298968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/11/loss.html' title='A Loss'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ecUQ6t--ShM/Tsm3gHCcPfI/AAAAAAAADjk/JuZG0ruN1c8/s72-c/DSC_0205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-9003354056585773101</id><published>2011-11-20T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T19:03:46.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-51IKVscmbcY/Tsm_iNTTDFI/AAAAAAAADkU/j7BmZzp9opk/s1600/DSC_4858ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-51IKVscmbcY/Tsm_iNTTDFI/AAAAAAAADkU/j7BmZzp9opk/s400/DSC_4858ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677279399684279378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qRR7fn3_Ge0/Tsm3P7FQAOI/AAAAAAAADjY/jlmIshX4CGo/s1600/DSC_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qRR7fn3_Ge0/Tsm3P7FQAOI/AAAAAAAADjY/jlmIshX4CGo/s400/DSC_0188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677270289462853858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;July 2nd&lt;br /&gt;8 pounds 11 ounces&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/36507798-9003354056585773101?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/9003354056585773101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=9003354056585773101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/9003354056585773101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/9003354056585773101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/11/baby.html' title='A Baby'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-51IKVscmbcY/Tsm_iNTTDFI/AAAAAAAADkU/j7BmZzp9opk/s72-c/DSC_4858ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-3217156567502373670</id><published>2011-11-20T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T17:57:23.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Camping Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqDgQlyrDr8/TsmvwCQ5OPI/AAAAAAAADjM/TJicnZSmVAA/s1600/DSC_0125ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqDgQlyrDr8/TsmvwCQ5OPI/AAAAAAAADjM/TJicnZSmVAA/s400/DSC_0125ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677262045053532402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A week before my due date.  Right after my dr. stripped my membranes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D7USSMsE5Os/Tsmvvy8E3EI/AAAAAAAADjA/frZ7y1NKaro/s1600/DSC_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D7USSMsE5Os/Tsmvvy8E3EI/AAAAAAAADjA/frZ7y1NKaro/s400/DSC_0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677262040939682882" 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/36507798-3217156567502373670?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3217156567502373670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=3217156567502373670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/3217156567502373670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/3217156567502373670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/11/camping-trip.html' title='A Camping Trip'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqDgQlyrDr8/TsmvwCQ5OPI/AAAAAAAADjM/TJicnZSmVAA/s72-c/DSC_0125ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-5480654120742889204</id><published>2011-11-20T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T17:40:30.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being pregnant.  Moving.  Having a baby.  Building a house.  Moving again.  And moving again.  These are things that have kicked my butt.&lt;br /&gt;I plan on catching up on blogging but I am still overwhelmed by the amount of things I need to get done to feel settled.  And baby Clive really likes to be held, which really limits the amount of things I accomplish in a day. &lt;br /&gt;So I will ease back into blogging with some teaser posts. &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/36507798-5480654120742889204?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5480654120742889204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=5480654120742889204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5480654120742889204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5480654120742889204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/11/excuses.html' title='Excuses'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-1436274526429919492</id><published>2011-06-03T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T20:15:23.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; forcing myself to write this post. i am not forcing myself to use the shift key. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have been bad at blogging. the number one reason is that i am pregnant--which equals lazy. the other reason is that we are moving and this takes up a lot of time and energy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we always figured we would return to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;utah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; got really anxious as the housing market continued to plummet with no sign of return in the near future. so we figured we would try to get out now. if we waited until the market improved (at least three years) then our kids would be older and have a harder time moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we weren't too hopeful. we considered renting, buying a house in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;utah&lt;/span&gt; and then short-sale the one in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;idaho&lt;/span&gt; if it got too much for us. word got out and we immediately had three families that wanted to rent. all very good options. we couldn't decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; applied for some jobs. he got three offers. he has a talent for getting jobs. he decided to accept a job managing data for the church of Jesus Christ of latter day saints (i just can't deny the shift key for that one). they have very good benefits. they also pay for closing costs and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;realtor&lt;/span&gt; fees. so we decided we would put it up for sale for three months tops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;getting a house ready to sale is no easy task. besides all the cleaning and packing we had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stella's&lt;/span&gt; birthday, a yard sale, and three soccer games. oh, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; pregnant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had three showings on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; and an offer on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;. we were really excited because the offer was more than the asking price. but then they negotiated the closing costs. then a self-proclaimed "nit-picky" inspector came up with a very long list of things wrong with our house. including a jet in the bathtub with low-pressure and a stove burner with a low flame. the buyers required us to fix only the most expensive things. (things that were wrong with the house when we bought it but were not pointed out to us.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyday for the past week someone has been coming to fix something and charge us money. i am so tired of it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; tired of thinking about it. i haven't been doing anything physical but thinking about all the money we are forking out for repairs and going to closing with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mucho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dinero&lt;/span&gt;--make that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muchisimo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dinero&lt;/span&gt;--wears me out. we just hope that the buyers don't back out when the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appraisal&lt;/span&gt; comes back. our house value seems to drop $1000 a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so where are we going? we have spent many weekends in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;utah&lt;/span&gt; trying to figure it out. we looked all through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;utah&lt;/span&gt; county for a house and even a bit in the draper area but couldn't find anything. we finally decided to build. we spent a lot of time trying to decide on a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just after we decided to move to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;utah&lt;/span&gt; county my sister &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt; decided the same thing. i really wanted to coordinate our house shopping but she was busy when we were available. we decided on a lot in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lehi&lt;/span&gt;, just north of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;utah&lt;/span&gt; lake and a mile away from my cousin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;natalie&lt;/span&gt; and friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt;. but i didn't have much hope that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt; would be able to find a house nearby--there wasn't much available. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the week after we bought our lot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt; went shopping for a house. she checked out the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cul&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-sac where our lot is and.....(this is the best part of the story) the house across the street had gone up for sale. and they bought it! ha! how awesome is that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more trips have been made to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;utah&lt;/span&gt; to figure out the house plans. we will be renting for the summer while the house is being built. we are renting a home from a family that will be gone for an internship and is leaving their house furnished. if our house isn't finished before the family returns we will just have to move into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rachel's&lt;/span&gt; basement. party! (right, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the last day of school is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. we will leave that evening to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dan's&lt;/span&gt; brother's nicely-timed-wedding in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;logan&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;. then we will finally move into the rental on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see why i haven't blogged about all this? there is just too much going on. and don't forget--i am due to have a baby in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;july&lt;/span&gt;. one month &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; we move into the rental. one month &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; we move into the new house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was just thinking, could this move be any more hectic? yes, it could. remember that we only had to show our house for one day? i didn't have to try to keep the house clean for weeks. also, our house sold. not for as much as we owe but it still sold. and, i am thankful that the new job provides movers to pack up and haul away our stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if this baby didn't move around so much i might forget that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; pregnant. poor, neglected fourth child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, done. documented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pray for the sale to go through!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-1436274526429919492?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1436274526429919492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=1436274526429919492' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1436274526429919492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1436274526429919492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-news.html' title='Some News'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-3366465069289256664</id><published>2011-06-02T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T19:28:51.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunny Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once upon a time I threw Stella a &lt;a href="http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2008/05/stella-turns-three.html"&gt;party a week before moving&lt;/a&gt;. Well, this year the timing was even better. Her party landed on the day our house went on the market. I must be getting better at this party -throwing because I pulled it off rather easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She requested a bunny themed birthday--NOT an Easter theme--just bunnies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnUVYnhjNG4/TegldFIe_UI/AAAAAAAADiI/YMGIEkYMt-0/s1600/bunnyinviteed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613778117041519938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnUVYnhjNG4/TegldFIe_UI/AAAAAAAADiI/YMGIEkYMt-0/s400/bunnyinviteed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made bunny ear headbands with posterboard and craft paper and stamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLI9t-BUogI/TeglXIP6aaI/AAAAAAAADiA/OrNAVtl3Sqg/s1600/DSC_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613778014798768546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLI9t-BUogI/TeglXIP6aaI/AAAAAAAADiA/OrNAVtl3Sqg/s400/DSC_0101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These balloons were so cute. Except they were top heavy. My favorite was this red one that stood on the tips of his ears:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613778012358577170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tyrPWc19bOc/TeglW_KIDBI/AAAAAAAADh4/5qi39w1QhSM/s400/balloons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids decorated pails with paint markers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613777478726829154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Lra22qy2Gs/Tegk37OZxGI/AAAAAAAADhQ/FZLfaQT7t9o/s400/buckets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinned the tail (cottonball) on the bunny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613778001211896594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o5-4g2sWAu0/TeglWVojMxI/AAAAAAAADhw/b7Xtt-basng/s400/pinthetail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate cupcakes (or licked the frosting off the cupcakes). The ears were made with craft paper and toothpicks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613777995521110514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zYtGF4Lh_C8/TeglWAbwsfI/AAAAAAAADho/uxDi77gl6gU/s400/cupcakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaded candy necklaces and had bunny hopping races...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613777472507571714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v01-yLw_IDo/Tegk3kDnbgI/AAAAAAAADhI/oWDODEXmp10/s400/bdaycollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a pinata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613777481767458802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RB9assjEVZ0/Tegk4GjWF_I/AAAAAAAADhY/OYFLRsHPTgU/s400/pinata.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did it all by myself. Except Chloe drew the bunny faces for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613777464888625394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cGOLfO5sE_w/Tegk3HrHiPI/AAAAAAAADhA/SoTBTT57jAk/s400/bparty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613777464059867826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC72u5PNAY0/Tegk3ElhsrI/AAAAAAAADg4/D8epbsd364c/s400/bbparty.jpg" /&gt;The party was a success. Fun was had by all.&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/36507798-3366465069289256664?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3366465069289256664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=3366465069289256664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/3366465069289256664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/3366465069289256664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/06/bunny-birthday.html' title='Bunny Birthday'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnUVYnhjNG4/TegldFIe_UI/AAAAAAAADiI/YMGIEkYMt-0/s72-c/bunnyinviteed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-1585817337364558122</id><published>2011-03-13T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:36:16.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastics Meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c8b83b6d3c8b967e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=1585817337364558122' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1585817337364558122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1585817337364558122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/03/gymnastics-meet.html' title='Gymnastics Meet'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-1071100026373998907</id><published>2011-03-05T21:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T21:25:10.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ski School</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/-Ug1tk8FYqyE/TXMYyFZWyEI/AAAAAAAADgg/LSV1HX51F0Q/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug1tk8FYqyE/TXMYyFZWyEI/AAAAAAAADgg/LSV1HX51F0Q/s400/DSC_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580831611963230274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AZiU2Mfa91Q/TXMYxq_68qI/AAAAAAAADgY/IehZ3b5A0NI/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AZiU2Mfa91Q/TXMYxq_68qI/AAAAAAAADgY/IehZ3b5A0NI/s400/DSC_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580831604877226658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We signed all the kids up for ski school this year.  I took Stella and Fred up on Thursdays after kindergarten &amp;amp; preschool.  Dan took Chloe up on Saturdays (I forgot to have him take a picture).  Chloe &amp;amp; Stella are pros.  Fred improved drastically. &lt;br /&gt;Since I'm pregnant I don't have a pass.  But Dan likes to take two kids up at a time.  Chloe can get off the lift by herself and Dan can help one kid at a time.  Maybe next year he can handle all three.  Maybe I should get some skis so I can help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me...Fred is going through a phase right now.  He doesn't want to go anywhere without me or Dan.  Not church, preschool, babysitters, ski school...It is so annoying.  He never went through this phase as a baby.  It started part way through ski school.  He throws a fit when I have to drop him off.  I have no idea why he started this.  I always leave him and he recovers but it sure is a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing about Fred.  We have 1:00 church.  EVERY Sunday he falls asleep during sharing time.  His teacher always hands off a sleeping boy at the end, telling us he is "the sweetest thing."&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/36507798-1071100026373998907?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1071100026373998907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=1071100026373998907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1071100026373998907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1071100026373998907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/03/ski-school.html' title='Ski School'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug1tk8FYqyE/TXMYyFZWyEI/AAAAAAAADgg/LSV1HX51F0Q/s72-c/DSC_0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-8228223149229901050</id><published>2011-03-04T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T20:11:27.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fred always wants someone to lay down with him at night.  Sometimes I really enjoy it.  He is a funny kid.  Sometimes we are not in the mood and wish he would just go to bed.  So we let the girls put him to bed.  They take turns sleeping with him in his toddler bed (which is just a crib mattress for those who don't know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oubMPO7pHus/TXG16D7CF3I/AAAAAAAADgI/iL_MPbtaLkU/s1600/DSC_0080ed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oubMPO7pHus/TXG16D7CF3I/AAAAAAAADgI/iL_MPbtaLkU/s400/DSC_0080ed2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580441422378702706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Blogger thinks it knows how I want my pictures positioned.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BHM2qWQLRBA/TXG156cnsYI/AAAAAAAADgA/-QalUWgijF8/s1600/DSC_0079ed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BHM2qWQLRBA/TXG156cnsYI/AAAAAAAADgA/-QalUWgijF8/s400/DSC_0079ed2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580441419835224450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e-GoxaPVzeU/TXG15iW4PLI/AAAAAAAADf4/bVI6wJtQFGc/s1600/DSC_0053ed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e-GoxaPVzeU/TXG15iW4PLI/AAAAAAAADf4/bVI6wJtQFGc/s400/DSC_0053ed2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580441413368691890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4I945gmEb4/TXG15DEWe8I/AAAAAAAADfw/Vd-uhVOr_SQ/s1600/DSC_0051ed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4I945gmEb4/TXG15DEWe8I/AAAAAAAADfw/Vd-uhVOr_SQ/s400/DSC_0051ed2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580441404969483202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every morning he joins me in bed.  I love it.  Sometimes Stella does if she gets up early enough.  Chloe only does on weekends--she is way to concerned about being late to waste time laying around.  Fred always brings his horses.  They are very affectionate.  I get at least one kiss a day.  One horse is superior to the other because it has a "popped up tail".  I can't tell the difference but the tail is Fred's favorite part and he knows which is which.&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/36507798-8228223149229901050?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8228223149229901050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=8228223149229901050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8228223149229901050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8228223149229901050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/03/shhh.html' title='Shhh'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oubMPO7pHus/TXG16D7CF3I/AAAAAAAADgI/iL_MPbtaLkU/s72-c/DSC_0080ed2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-8544229635586238240</id><published>2011-03-03T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:55:41.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-toAKid2Idik/TXB8p5S7IOI/AAAAAAAADfo/ty6CSdMw7w8/s1600/img106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-toAKid2Idik/TXB8p5S7IOI/AAAAAAAADfo/ty6CSdMw7w8/s400/img106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580096997508718818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a BOY!&lt;br /&gt;(His hand is by his face.  Cute.  And see his boy part?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy to have two girls and two boys.  I'm glad Fred will have a brother.  I'm glad I have been able to have children.  I feel very blessed.  But this must be the last time. &lt;br /&gt;Because:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Ugh.  Pregnancy is such a drag.  My face is already fat.  I wish I could go into hiding during the last four months of pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I'm old.&lt;br /&gt;3.  A family of six fills two rows on an airplane.&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/36507798-8544229635586238240?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8544229635586238240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=8544229635586238240' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8544229635586238240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8544229635586238240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-boy-his-hand-is-by-his-face.html' title=''/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-toAKid2Idik/TXB8p5S7IOI/AAAAAAAADfo/ty6CSdMw7w8/s72-c/img106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-4113960396171417684</id><published>2011-02-13T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:16:58.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We received a letter in the mail inviting Chloe to participate in the school's "gifted" program.  In the same week Stella's teacher informed me that Stella is struggling and falling behind the other students.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These two are so different.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chloe is naturally driven, responsible and independent.  Stella is easy-going and carefree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are proud of Chloe and are trying to help Stella but we are not going to get too worried yet.  We were told that children's brains are still developing and they only use a small percentage.  Sometimes they use more of one side (left vs. right) than the other and it is usually around 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade that this evens out.  Stella loves to color and create so we are hoping this is the case with her.  (Although, I will admit that Chloe has always been crafty and book smart--she's cool like that.)  I am the art mom for Stella's class.  There are some kids in Stella's class that can write in complete sentences but cannot do, what I consider to be, a very simple art project.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Besides, I was one of a few kids that had to go to a reading aid in first grade and I turned out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  Not &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chloe made it to her school's 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade spelling bee.  She made it to the 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; round then got out on beautiful.  She said "b-e-a-u-t-i-e.."  then paused because she knew she had messed up.  She knows this word but last week her class had "beauties" as a spelling word and she just goofed up.  She cried afterward.  "Everyone will think I'm so stupid for getting out on such an easy work!"  She is a worrier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sa5gkXp-ypM/TViZJQpXnCI/AAAAAAAADfY/zcuLN5x8PRE/s1600/DSC_0043ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573372923237342242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sa5gkXp-ypM/TViZJQpXnCI/AAAAAAAADfY/zcuLN5x8PRE/s400/DSC_0043ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is spelling in front of the judges, all the 2nd graders and the parents beyond them.  I was telling Chanell that I hated the stress of the spelling bee and when it was my turn I said, "g-p-q-a-r-t" because I had a fear of failing.  Failing on purpose was much better than failing while actually trying.  Chanell told me about the Brian Regan comedy skit.  I'm glad someone appreciates my move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DNfL5wtkfLg/TViZJPFjSnI/AAAAAAAADfQ/U66Jd67zr5I/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573372922818677362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DNfL5wtkfLg/TViZJPFjSnI/AAAAAAAADfQ/U66Jd67zr5I/s400/DSC_0047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also came across &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VjzrNWPul9E"&gt;this spelling bee video&lt;/a&gt; and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-4113960396171417684?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4113960396171417684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=4113960396171417684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4113960396171417684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4113960396171417684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-received-letter-in-mail-inviting.html' title=''/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sa5gkXp-ypM/TViZJQpXnCI/AAAAAAAADfY/zcuLN5x8PRE/s72-c/DSC_0043ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-4122169932426501094</id><published>2011-02-13T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:26:55.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid in School</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tRXHgzXQQjs?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize how screwed up English is until I learned Spanish.  As I was helping Chloe study her spelling she would ask, "How do I know if it ends in '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;' or '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;'?"  And she was so fascinated when I told her that in Spanish the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vowels&lt;/span&gt; always make the same sound--'a' is always 'ah'.  She asked, "What about 'a' (as in apple)?"  "They don't have that sound."  "Wow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have tried five times to upload pictures to this post but the program keeps closing so I'll have to continue this in the next post.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-4122169932426501094?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4122169932426501094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=4122169932426501094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4122169932426501094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4122169932426501094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/stupid-in-school.html' title='Stupid in School'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tRXHgzXQQjs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-1769712697993283240</id><published>2011-02-12T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T19:44:34.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It looks really simple but it actually took a long time and a lot of sketches for Chloe and I to come up with the right penguin.  She made me do most of the drawing but I made her do the cutting, gluing, coloring and glittering.  And we took her name off &lt;a href="http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentine-box-cards.html"&gt;last year's box &lt;/a&gt;and glued it on the bag.  We added a bunch of sequins and jems for jewelry but we both agreed that we liked the simple version better and we pulled them all off before the glue dried.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves it and her classmates love it.  Her only complaint is that when it is time to distribute valentines she will have to turn it backwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573010309191568738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1I9Qw8T3zo/TVdPWWD0DWI/AAAAAAAADds/rdEQGO68rcg/s400/DSC_0038ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ga_rdZxy4gU/TVdPWrBLImI/AAAAAAAADd0/vyUIdz9454Y/s1600/DSC_0040ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573010314817643106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ga_rdZxy4gU/TVdPWrBLImI/AAAAAAAADd0/vyUIdz9454Y/s400/DSC_0040ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stella and I were going to make a fox (similar to Chloe's, based off &lt;a href="http://procrastistamper.blogspot.com/2010/01/top-note-fox-box.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;) but her class isn't doing boxes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-1769712697993283240?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1769712697993283240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=1769712697993283240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1769712697993283240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1769712697993283240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentine-box.html' title='Valentine Box'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1I9Qw8T3zo/TVdPWWD0DWI/AAAAAAAADds/rdEQGO68rcg/s72-c/DSC_0038ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-1531420407639917740</id><published>2011-01-27T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:23:30.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma &amp; Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My kids love discussing how family is related.  I was telling them that Grandma Lang is my grandma, Grandma Goodrich is my mom and your grandma, and when you have a kid I will be a grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stella: "And Dad will be the grandpa."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fred: "And he'll be the Big Scary Bear." (My Dad's favorite role.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stella:  "Yeah, and you'll be the grandma and give lots of hugs and kisses."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUIKpSzUO4I/AAAAAAAADZ4/PnQEs_yKYUo/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567023793921342338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUIKpSzUO4I/AAAAAAAADZ4/PnQEs_yKYUo/s400/DSC_0061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUIKoyZal6I/AAAAAAAADZw/c0eybjSEudw/s1600/DSC_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567023785222772642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUIKoyZal6I/AAAAAAAADZw/c0eybjSEudw/s400/DSC_0116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, Dan was asking the kids what they wanted for lunch.  Stella couldn't decide.  Dan asked, "How about a knuckle sandwich?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chloe said, "Dad, that's only funny when Grandpa says it."&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/36507798-1531420407639917740?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1531420407639917740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=1531420407639917740' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1531420407639917740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1531420407639917740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/grandma-grandpa.html' title='Grandma &amp; Grandpa'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUIKpSzUO4I/AAAAAAAADZ4/PnQEs_yKYUo/s72-c/DSC_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-4545595545697394926</id><published>2011-01-20T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T19:48:53.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accessorized</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572310845346493442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDLA4ou1d4c/TVTTMMLvNAI/AAAAAAAADcU/kxEAgSKhAAA/s400/DSC_0014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572310850003129554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktNg6upcif8/TVTTMdh91NI/AAAAAAAADcc/RL0LQ963WLs/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNsvsXwGieg/TVTTMjAXA_I/AAAAAAAADck/3sAzrEsgWpY/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572310851472786418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNsvsXwGieg/TVTTMjAXA_I/AAAAAAAADck/3sAzrEsgWpY/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe has wanted to get her ears pierced for a long time. At one point I told her she could have it done when she was eight. She reminded me. For some reason I was hesitant. But I figured if she is old enough to be baptized she is old enough to take care of earrings. &lt;div align="center"&gt;She is pretty much a wimp and has no tolerance for pain. She is very dramatic and part of this may be my fault because I don't pay much attention to her wails. "It's like you don't even care that I'm hurt!" So she may play it up even more to try to convince me she really is hurt and I really should respond. And she HATES shots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is amazing what she can handle with a different mind set. I don't even think her eyes watered. We told her she is never again allowed to fear shots or cry when getting them.&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/36507798-4545595545697394926?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4545595545697394926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=4545595545697394926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4545595545697394926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4545595545697394926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/accessorized.html' title='Accessorized'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDLA4ou1d4c/TVTTMMLvNAI/AAAAAAAADcU/kxEAgSKhAAA/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-2912374015014024267</id><published>2011-01-14T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T12:12:34.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season's Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love receiving Christmas cards.  So I try to send them out.  I'm never fully successful but I still try.  This year we had a good start.  We had family pictures taken in October.  I made the family update/blurb, printed the photos, bought envelopes, collected addresses and printed them out before heading to St. George.  The plan was to stuff and address the envelopes on the long drive to St. George.  But I left the address sheet at home.  So the cards weren't sent out until January.  Oh well, I try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In case you didn't receive one here it is:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TTCsXoOrzCI/AAAAAAAADXw/IEXM7bHu7nM/s1600/LaRiviere%2BChristmas%2BCard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562135061738540066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TTCsXoOrzCI/AAAAAAAADXw/IEXM7bHu7nM/s400/LaRiviere%2BChristmas%2BCard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TTCsXAnA-2I/AAAAAAAADXo/ttTZwdJ9GOQ/s1600/Christmascard2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562135051103173474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TTCsXAnA-2I/AAAAAAAADXo/ttTZwdJ9GOQ/s400/Christmascard2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really should start sending out Independence Day cards.  That time of year is a lot less hectic.  Well, except July 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-2912374015014024267?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2912374015014024267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=2912374015014024267' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/2912374015014024267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/2912374015014024267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/seasons-greetings.html' title='Season&apos;s Greetings'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TTCsXoOrzCI/AAAAAAAADXw/IEXM7bHu7nM/s72-c/LaRiviere%2BChristmas%2BCard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-1279882804159263507</id><published>2011-01-13T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:22:17.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kind of Tantrum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TS-ILYR0vTI/AAAAAAAADXg/EK_LTVgtKN8/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561813793903000882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TS-ILYR0vTI/AAAAAAAADXg/EK_LTVgtKN8/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fred was mad because I wouldn't give him what he wanted until he asked nicely. So he took his preschool art project, walked over to the garbage can, pulled all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fruit loops&lt;/span&gt; off the paper and threw them away. Then he crumpled up the paper and threw it in the recycling bin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life would be so much easier if all my kids were willing to part with their school work like this. &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;While I'm here I guess I'll mention how Fred always takes his dishes to the sink. I'll leave him at the counter with a bowl of yogurt and come back to him gone and his bowl by the sink. This amazes me. One of my favorite things about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-1279882804159263507?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1279882804159263507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=1279882804159263507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1279882804159263507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1279882804159263507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-kind-of-tantrum.html' title='My Kind of Tantrum'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TS-ILYR0vTI/AAAAAAAADXg/EK_LTVgtKN8/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-4591920733966073746</id><published>2011-01-11T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T19:46:58.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rachel threw a New Year's Eve party for the kids. (And served the best guacamole I've ever had made by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Frie's&lt;/span&gt; Fruit Market in Santa Clara. Yum. I want some right now.)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took pictures before the party but once it got started I was too wrapped up in the fun to think about photos. We played charades and the gift exchange game. (Fred did not allow his gift to be stolen from him.) And rang in the New Year with noise makers at about 9:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TT2xyMzJTTI/AAAAAAAADYw/iQ9yil6lyb0/s1600/newyears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565800190487121202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TT2xyMzJTTI/AAAAAAAADYw/iQ9yil6lyb0/s400/newyears.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Other events/people not photographed during this trip:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The family Christmas party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An awesome Indian dinner at the Wells'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any family of friends (other than Rachel's back).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Pictures only prove you can't convince." &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-The Format&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* or maybe it just fulfilled a pregnancy craving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/36507798-4591920733966073746?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4591920733966073746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=4591920733966073746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4591920733966073746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4591920733966073746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/rest.html' title='The Rest'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TT2xyMzJTTI/AAAAAAAADYw/iQ9yil6lyb0/s72-c/newyears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-4281624678481917123</id><published>2010-12-27T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T09:05:52.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve and Morn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Santa Clara City Christmas Eve Program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to this when I was a kid. Now I get to suffer through it as an adult. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We go for the Santa photo-op.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chloe and Stella thought it was hilarious that Santa gave Fred a "boy Barbie". Somehow Santa must have known that Fred likes to join his sisters in their Barbie play and that two Ken dolls (one whose head won't stay on) for three kids and ten Barbies is not sufficient. Enough with the &lt;a href="http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/09/kens-playuh.html"&gt;Bachelor scenarios&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TTSgVHFT4uI/AAAAAAAADYo/20ODXJjdASU/s1600/fred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563247724248425186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TTSgVHFT4uI/AAAAAAAADYo/20ODXJjdASU/s400/fred.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chloe still believes in Santa. She's not so sure about the flying reindeer. Deer that &lt;em&gt;fly&lt;/em&gt;? It's just a little too absurd for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TTSgUwEo17I/AAAAAAAADYg/N-rUQFvivho/s1600/sandc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563247718071588786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TTSgUwEo17I/AAAAAAAADYg/N-rUQFvivho/s400/sandc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WARNING: The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;following&lt;/span&gt; images are an assault on the eyeballs. The varying colors and patterns may cause damage to your vision. Continue at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture: the messy hair, crazy faces, sheet keeping the loot a surprise, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TTSgUMLsBaI/AAAAAAAADYY/9Bi7RwkGQKo/s1600/DSC_0096ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563247708437480866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TTSgUMLsBaI/AAAAAAAADYY/9Bi7RwkGQKo/s400/DSC_0096ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred received a balance board. Stella only asked for a Pig in a Teacup and a CD player. Chloe also asked for a CD player and horse stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TTSgT5Ic5AI/AAAAAAAADYQ/hhekBzgwMkA/s1600/gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563247703323632642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TTSgT5Ic5AI/AAAAAAAADYQ/hhekBzgwMkA/s400/gifts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meme sent the kids dress ups and a giant jump rope. Fred LOVES his sword. He ties up his victims with the rope (mostly Grandpa on this trip) then chops them to pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also bought a Grand Stable online. I couldn't find any dimensions listed. They weren't kidding it is grand (huge). We bought cousin Ashton's horse collection to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TTSgTk4d4fI/AAAAAAAADYI/xr_NpvZTNCs/s1600/presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563247697887879666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TTSgTk4d4fI/AAAAAAAADYI/xr_NpvZTNCs/s400/presents.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/36507798-4281624678481917123?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4281624678481917123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=4281624678481917123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4281624678481917123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4281624678481917123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-eve-and-morn.html' title='Christmas Eve and Morn'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TTSgVHFT4uI/AAAAAAAADYo/20ODXJjdASU/s72-c/fred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-6628491862039327393</id><published>2010-12-23T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T07:50:48.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simple Christmas Wish</title><content type='html'>Katie:  Fred, what do you want for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Fred:  A motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;Katie:  Where did you see a motorcycle?  (wondering if he had seen a kid riding a toy one.)&lt;br /&gt;Fred:  Just on the road when they drive fast by us.&lt;br /&gt;Katie:  Oh, but little boys can't drive those motorcycles.&lt;br /&gt;Fred:  I know, Dad will drive it and I will hold onto the bars--the handles..&lt;br /&gt;Katie:  The handle bars?&lt;br /&gt;Fred:  Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...does anyone in the St. George area have a motorcycle that we could borrow for a ride?&lt;br /&gt;Also, do any of the people I know in the St. George area want to get together?  We'll be here all next week.  Call, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fb&lt;/span&gt;, email, or comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-6628491862039327393?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/6628491862039327393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=6628491862039327393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/6628491862039327393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/6628491862039327393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/12/simple-christmas-wish.html' title='A Simple Christmas Wish'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-874660978201214105</id><published>2010-12-20T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T09:05:17.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Due to pregnancy I was not in the mood for Christmas celebrations. We did not do an advent calendar. We didn't put lights on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; house. (I did put a strand of lights on a bush but never plugged it in. They're still there.) I didn't even want to get out the Christmas tree or decorations. The thought of cleaning up the house in order to get out a bunch of stuff that I would just have to put away in a few weeks was just too much for me. But we had guests coming so I thought I should try to make the house a little festive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the kids in their new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt; doing a very lovely job of decorating the tree. Fred is saying, "ooo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;afinity&lt;/span&gt; and d&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eyon&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563240636553773986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TTSZ4jXOQ6I/AAAAAAAADX4/7sfFiot_L1w/s400/pjs3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meme flew out for a visit and Val and Kate &amp;amp; co. drove up from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt;. We had a very busy week with projects at school, giving gifts to refugees and trying to figure out our gifts for our kids and other family. I'm afraid I was too tired to be a good hostess. We were trying to keep the pregnancy a surprise for Christmas but I don't think I was good at hiding it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only picture we took of their visit was this dinner of Omaha Steaks courtesy of Grammy and Pepe. (Thank you!) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563240641408419538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TTSZ41cqRtI/AAAAAAAADYA/eM_01wFSjWs/s400/steaks.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The day after Dan's family left we loaded up the car and drove to Santa Clara to spend Christmas with my family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-874660978201214105?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/874660978201214105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=874660978201214105' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/874660978201214105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/874660978201214105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TTSZ4jXOQ6I/AAAAAAAADX4/7sfFiot_L1w/s72-c/pjs3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-5327742002270663166</id><published>2010-11-20T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:34:14.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Dull</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One night before bed, Fred decided to march around wearing a knit hat and banging on a milk jug. Then he and Stella decided to play outside. In the snow. In the dark. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TT75XgtFm-I/AAAAAAAADZI/bJ4z48yEy-o/s1600/bedtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566160371787865058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TT75XgtFm-I/AAAAAAAADZI/bJ4z48yEy-o/s400/bedtime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They brought in snow to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TT75XbGZznI/AAAAAAAADZA/YLJHlTb0sJc/s1600/bedtme1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566160370283433586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TT75XbGZznI/AAAAAAAADZA/YLJHlTb0sJc/s400/bedtme1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then they dressed up and danced. (Stella really knows how to rock out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TT75XI_l3sI/AAAAAAAADY4/H6D-7iwCW4Y/s1600/bedtime2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566160365423025858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TT75XI_l3sI/AAAAAAAADY4/H6D-7iwCW4Y/s400/bedtime2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-5327742002270663166?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5327742002270663166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=5327742002270663166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5327742002270663166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5327742002270663166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/never-dull.html' title='Never Dull'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TT75XgtFm-I/AAAAAAAADZI/bJ4z48yEy-o/s72-c/bedtime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-8547612145327698345</id><published>2010-11-13T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T15:57:28.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastics</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;We started the kids in gymnastics this summer.  They all really love it.  But Fred &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; loves it.  Every day he asks if he has gymnastics.  He cries when we take Chloe but it isn't his turn.  And he gives thanks for it in his prayers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9b90b8458799a974" 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://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b90b8458799a974%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447008%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D213B170E884D130FB1E3B0395010B4C33A9BAD53.3D8D1BB36A3841FF2F2AFDC10DF60D0FFAE3687E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b90b8458799a974%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE9Ap93UBoXrXUjIDJcjHz5ZNMnc&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://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b90b8458799a974%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447008%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D213B170E884D130FB1E3B0395010B4C33A9BAD53.3D8D1BB36A3841FF2F2AFDC10DF60D0FFAE3687E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b90b8458799a974%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE9Ap93UBoXrXUjIDJcjHz5ZNMnc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-8547612145327698345?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8547612145327698345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=8547612145327698345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8547612145327698345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8547612145327698345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/gymnastics.html' title='Gymnastics'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-1923033380158452089</id><published>2010-11-05T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T10:05:28.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Go 'Bump' In The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TNQ0smqKNlI/AAAAAAAADUg/hBl0WBgmTKU/s1600/DSC_0038ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536107782841448018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TNQ0smqKNlI/AAAAAAAADUg/hBl0WBgmTKU/s400/DSC_0038ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fred: ghost, Dan: zombie, Stella: mummy, Chloe: vampire, Katie: witch, old hag, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gypsy&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TNQ0sam2mRI/AAAAAAAADUY/35I1sBH5u_A/s1600/DSC_0035ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536107779606354194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TNQ0sam2mRI/AAAAAAAADUY/35I1sBH5u_A/s400/DSC_0035ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TNQ0sDhEOHI/AAAAAAAADUQ/qKCokUFN1Pc/s1600/DSC_0012ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536107773408065650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TNQ0sDhEOHI/AAAAAAAADUQ/qKCokUFN1Pc/s400/DSC_0012ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TNQ0YhAt18I/AAAAAAAADUI/m-PTVtcmD94/s1600/DSC_0047ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536107437728061378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TNQ0YhAt18I/AAAAAAAADUI/m-PTVtcmD94/s400/DSC_0047ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chloe's eyes are gold because she is fed. (Twilight reference.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TNQ0YbuWKbI/AAAAAAAADUA/G3ata2kz4Ng/s1600/hallow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536107436308834738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TNQ0YbuWKbI/AAAAAAAADUA/G3ata2kz4Ng/s400/hallow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We bought Chloe's costume at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;, necklace at Old Navy.  She was trying to be &lt;a href="http://www.altfg.com/blog/movie/dakota-fanning-jane-volturi-eclipse/"&gt;Jane &lt;/a&gt;from Eclipse.   I hot glued strips of fabric to Stella's shirt and leggings.   I made Fred's cloak to wear over a pillowcase.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TNQ0YS8-eMI/AAAAAAAADT4/-MCtgsqgv64/s1600/witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536107433954277570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TNQ0YS8-eMI/AAAAAAAADT4/-MCtgsqgv64/s400/witch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nose wouldn't stay on but that is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because I have a pointy nose of my own.   My dress and shoes are from the DI.  I died cheesecloth to go over it.  The wig is Dan's mom's.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TNQ0YHiuYFI/AAAAAAAADTw/Il889uOsyyE/s1600/zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536107430891380818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TNQ0YHiuYFI/AAAAAAAADTw/Il889uOsyyE/s400/zombie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dan ripped up old and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thrifted&lt;/span&gt; clothes then rolled around in the dirt for added effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TNQ0XO5J4BI/AAAAAAAADTo/JeA7e4Efq3A/s1600/candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536107415684636690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TNQ0XO5J4BI/AAAAAAAADTo/JeA7e4Efq3A/s400/candy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here in Idaho they don't change holidays just because they are on Sunday. So we didn't let our kids go trick-or-treating on the sabbath. But they got plenty of candy at the trunk-or-treat at the church on Saturday and enjoyed handing out candy to kids that came by on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really enjoyed the haunted theme. I think I will do this every year. The kids can be whatever they want but it has to be a spooky version. I think the zombie version of Wizard of Oz or princesses or Toy Story or whatever will be more entertaining. We'll see if the kids are on board next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-1923033380158452089?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1923033380158452089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=1923033380158452089' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1923033380158452089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1923033380158452089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-that-go-bump-in-night.html' title='Things That Go &apos;Bump&apos; In The Night'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TNQ0smqKNlI/AAAAAAAADUg/hBl0WBgmTKU/s72-c/DSC_0038ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-7732108478755841243</id><published>2010-10-16T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T14:05:28.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because we wanted to make it easier for family to come, we went ahead and did the unthinkable--we scheduled a private baptism. I did not know this was discouraged and, boy, did I have to jump through some hoops to make it happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We planned her baptism to coincide with Utah's fall break so the Utahan's could stay longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had nine from southern Utah, one from northern Utah, three from southern Nevada, three from Maine and five from down the street!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The family:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567696800155697282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TURuvaZcAII/AAAAAAAADbY/099Ba8OZmcM/s400/DSC_0146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The priesthood:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567696613956744818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TURukkwJdnI/AAAAAAAADbA/3Ajf9aaqlpQ/s400/DSC_0153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cousins and siblings:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567696625733992546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TURulQoEAGI/AAAAAAAADbQ/lxFT9BXGmvE/s400/DSC_0151ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The grandparents:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567696606172650034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TURukHwRmjI/AAAAAAAADa4/uLw3MU3MO44/s400/DSC_0157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The proud parents:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567695146362901490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TURtPJigk_I/AAAAAAAADag/ypNRssBkay0/s400/DSC_0156ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sister but not the brother who was unwilling:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567695147288503746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TURtPM_MJcI/AAAAAAAADaY/-X6p1QMkFiY/s400/DSC_0161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chloe was baptised and confirmed by her dad. Uncle's Zach and Ben gave the talks, Meme and Grandma gave the prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since we conveniently planned this baptism the same day as stake conference we had to schedule it in the morning. So we served crepes afterward. Chloe's favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We didn't want to throw a party but we did allow her to have the traditional pinata:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567698823164092850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TURwlKsOYbI/AAAAAAAADbg/dvOy_qd5fSc/s400/pinata.jpg" /&gt;And here is the lovely cake that Rachel was supposed to make but I went ahead and gave it a try. And failed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567695148262129074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TURtPQnUfbI/AAAAAAAADao/_GAAtoEfWRo/s400/DSC_0193.JPG" /&gt; She was starting to feel sick by this time and was not entertained by the trick candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-7732108478755841243?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7732108478755841243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=7732108478755841243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/7732108478755841243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/7732108478755841243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/she-is-loved.html' title='She is Loved'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TURuvaZcAII/AAAAAAAADbY/099Ba8OZmcM/s72-c/DSC_0146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-27074438784636259</id><published>2010-10-08T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T14:04:59.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe I have an 8 year old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And such a pretty one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And talented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUOa959m1aI/AAAAAAAADaQ/6UMAZEKnHdA/s1600/_DSC4945ed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567463952681981346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUOa959m1aI/AAAAAAAADaQ/6UMAZEKnHdA/s400/_DSC4945ed2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUOYdtnMwTI/AAAAAAAADaA/p_YXrnfWiuo/s1600/invite2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567461200587702578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUOYdtnMwTI/AAAAAAAADaA/p_YXrnfWiuo/s400/invite2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**Thanks brother Jordan for the photography, sister Rachel for doing her hair (since I don't know how to use a curling iron) and cousin &lt;a href="http://kristinconk.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristin &lt;/a&gt;for the invite design.**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-27074438784636259?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/27074438784636259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=27074438784636259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/27074438784636259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/27074438784636259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/baptism.html' title='Baptism'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUOa959m1aI/AAAAAAAADaQ/6UMAZEKnHdA/s72-c/_DSC4945ed2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-5385651774224066621</id><published>2010-09-26T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:32:16.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stella's soccer season was very painful to watch. They were slaughtered every game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUEBhnBUHJI/AAAAAAAADZo/fSnMIc2Z4LY/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566732291328449682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUEBhnBUHJI/AAAAAAAADZo/fSnMIc2Z4LY/s400/DSC_0070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUEBhd3TiqI/AAAAAAAADZg/Lob6bxGk7Aw/s1600/ssoccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566732288870550178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUEBhd3TiqI/AAAAAAAADZg/Lob6bxGk7Aw/s400/ssoccer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe's started out badly but improved by the end. This was her first season playing with goalies. Each girl had to take a turn. She cried when she got scored on. She hates to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUEBhGopr7I/AAAAAAAADZY/aj7RX0TR1_c/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566732282635071410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUEBhGopr7I/AAAAAAAADZY/aj7RX0TR1_c/s400/DSC_0067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUEBgn_VQPI/AAAAAAAADZQ/J2bP6wm1jOs/s1600/csoccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566732274408702194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUEBgn_VQPI/AAAAAAAADZQ/J2bP6wm1jOs/s400/csoccer.jpg" /&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/36507798-5385651774224066621?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5385651774224066621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=5385651774224066621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5385651774224066621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5385651774224066621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/fall-soccer.html' title='Fall Soccer'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUEBhnBUHJI/AAAAAAAADZo/fSnMIc2Z4LY/s72-c/DSC_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-741775602922263755</id><published>2010-09-03T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T19:47:49.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to get a picture of Fred on his first day of preschool. He was not in the mood. So I tormented him by taking lots of pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUZAc6hjosI/AAAAAAAADcI/ziovI7WO-wo/s1600/cryfred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568208854780715714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUZAc6hjosI/AAAAAAAADcI/ziovI7WO-wo/s400/cryfred.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella came out to see what was going on. She was willing to pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUZAcsN4RSI/AAAAAAAADcA/Zxw0P6CKPaY/s1600/stella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568208850940085538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUZAcsN4RSI/AAAAAAAADcA/Zxw0P6CKPaY/s400/stella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But Fred didn't want that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUZAcjm0TUI/AAAAAAAADb4/3QmnaiA0CR4/s1600/sf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568208848628763970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUZAcjm0TUI/AAAAAAAADb4/3QmnaiA0CR4/s400/sf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I bribed him with a pear.&lt;br /&gt;(In the second shot he is trying to show his backpack.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUZAcYGcCcI/AAAAAAAADbw/Lurbo2TLaes/s1600/fredsmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568208845540166082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUZAcYGcCcI/AAAAAAAADbw/Lurbo2TLaes/s400/fredsmile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then he finished his pear (and even shared).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUZAcAUm2NI/AAAAAAAADbo/0728lwr80Ng/s1600/pear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568208839157143762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUZAcAUm2NI/AAAAAAAADbo/0728lwr80Ng/s400/pear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. &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/36507798-741775602922263755?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/741775602922263755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=741775602922263755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/741775602922263755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/741775602922263755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/1st-day-of-preschool.html' title='1st Day of Preschool'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TUZAc6hjosI/AAAAAAAADcI/ziovI7WO-wo/s72-c/cryfred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-4964881137018081696</id><published>2010-08-30T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:38:44.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a cold morning.  I made my girls endure without their jackets while we took pictures.  Fred just assumed he was invited to be in the photo.  His inside-out pants are an example of how he is trying to take control of his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TH8pHBUyncI/AAAAAAAADPU/--QhF3kmt_I/s1600/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512169669516238274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TH8pHBUyncI/AAAAAAAADPU/--QhF3kmt_I/s400/DSC_0089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TH8pGJCE8II/AAAAAAAADPM/0_Ssz45wL5U/s1600/DSC_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512169654405361794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TH8pGJCE8II/AAAAAAAADPM/0_Ssz45wL5U/s400/DSC_0096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TH8o5AtEdkI/AAAAAAAADPE/hYhfF1HBRdQ/s1600/DSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512169428831467074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TH8o5AtEdkI/AAAAAAAADPE/hYhfF1HBRdQ/s400/DSC_0099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm so glad we live close enough to bike.  And I'm glad we live close enough to walk when they are grounded from their bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TH8o4jRm2qI/AAAAAAAADO8/dmrXBISnGSI/s1600/DSC_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512169420931652258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TH8o4jRm2qI/AAAAAAAADO8/dmrXBISnGSI/s400/DSC_0103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There she goes.  This is not emotional for me.  (Did anyone think that it might be?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TH8o4Cw2niI/AAAAAAAADO0/MXXjW0P7Q1g/s1600/DSC_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512169412204338722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TH8o4Cw2niI/AAAAAAAADO0/MXXjW0P7Q1g/s400/DSC_0111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fred cried.  Not because he loves his sisters so much and will miss them, but because he thinks he should be able to do everything they do.  He really wanted to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TH8o3ta9DrI/AAAAAAAADOs/TnuMNJIFxzk/s1600/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512169406475341490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TH8o3ta9DrI/AAAAAAAADOs/TnuMNJIFxzk/s400/DSC_0113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All done.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The quickest three hours of the day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TH8o3Hx0POI/AAAAAAAADOk/XDr6PTndNlk/s1600/DSC_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512169396370685154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TH8o3Hx0POI/AAAAAAAADOk/XDr6PTndNlk/s400/DSC_0119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-4964881137018081696?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4964881137018081696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=4964881137018081696' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4964881137018081696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4964881137018081696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-was-cold-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TH8pHBUyncI/AAAAAAAADPU/--QhF3kmt_I/s72-c/DSC_0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-8487070881749302582</id><published>2010-08-20T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T20:38:06.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuscany Triathlon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some mothers in the neighborhood put together this triathlon for kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chloe and her best friends, Ashley and Chloe V.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIRg8VknErI/AAAAAAAADR8/Bmo7NoNdZ7Y/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513638433507447474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIRg8VknErI/AAAAAAAADR8/Bmo7NoNdZ7Y/s400/DSC_0014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chloe, Stella, Fred)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIRg70SAFqI/AAAAAAAADR0/-4XqvDxVkZE/s1600/swim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 101px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513638424571025058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIRg70SAFqI/AAAAAAAADR0/-4XqvDxVkZE/s400/swim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bike&lt;br /&gt;(Kate &amp;amp; Fred)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIRg7nZQLQI/AAAAAAAADRs/A1NWB5BPQQo/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513638421111778562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIRg7nZQLQI/AAAAAAAADRs/A1NWB5BPQQo/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Kate &amp;amp; Fred)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIRgae8jdnI/AAAAAAAADRk/22pGxr19qDY/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513637851908241010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIRgae8jdnI/AAAAAAAADRk/22pGxr19qDY/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Stella, Dan, Chloe &amp;amp; Ashley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIRgZ1IitJI/AAAAAAAADRc/R6wiwfJ6pwQ/s1600/run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513637840684233874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIRgZ1IitJI/AAAAAAAADRc/R6wiwfJ6pwQ/s400/run.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The race was for ages four and up.  Of course, Fred wanted in so I made him a number and did a shortened version of the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIRgZr3n-RI/AAAAAAAADRU/9lohyrBeVdI/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513637838197356818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIRgZr3n-RI/AAAAAAAADRU/9lohyrBeVdI/s400/DSC_0041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only Stella cooperated for the photo.  Fred &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; didn't want to pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIRgZIaN3yI/AAAAAAAADRM/-EWo-K22_cM/s1600/tri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513637828678770466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIRgZIaN3yI/AAAAAAAADRM/-EWo-K22_cM/s400/tri.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Champions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Fred, Stella, Kate, Annie, Chloe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIRgY3y3VMI/AAAAAAAADRE/xIzhNfeh8KU/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513637824218748098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIRgY3y3VMI/AAAAAAAADRE/xIzhNfeh8KU/s400/DSC_0068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/36507798-8487070881749302582?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8487070881749302582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=8487070881749302582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8487070881749302582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8487070881749302582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/tuscany-triathlon.html' title='Tuscany Triathlon'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIRg8VknErI/AAAAAAAADR8/Bmo7NoNdZ7Y/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-3160739022939743725</id><published>2010-08-05T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T19:49:34.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trek to the Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8FtId9PfQt4/TVWZAfVpjyI/AAAAAAAADdk/1WQlv4oT9Vw/s1600/DSC_0017ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572528347632209698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8FtId9PfQt4/TVWZAfVpjyI/AAAAAAAADdk/1WQlv4oT9Vw/s400/DSC_0017ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TVWZAMiV10I/AAAAAAAADdc/hEjsv1JjBFo/s1600/DSC_0037ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572528342585169730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TVWZAMiV10I/AAAAAAAADdc/hEjsv1JjBFo/s400/DSC_0037ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oksRvomtIeM/TVWY_rKSkqI/AAAAAAAADdU/LVzOLVJiYlI/s1600/DSC_0043ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572528333625922210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oksRvomtIeM/TVWY_rKSkqI/AAAAAAAADdU/LVzOLVJiYlI/s400/DSC_0043ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TVV69tO6D8I/AAAAAAAADdM/Lxnsu-PGId0/s1600/DSC_0044ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572495314473586626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TVV69tO6D8I/AAAAAAAADdM/Lxnsu-PGId0/s400/DSC_0044ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TVV69fMO0II/AAAAAAAADdE/C0Dr76GLgdc/s1600/DSC_0073ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572495310704267394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TVV69fMO0II/AAAAAAAADdE/C0Dr76GLgdc/s400/DSC_0073ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oyft9y-zjF8/TVV69JqBekI/AAAAAAAADc8/cADWGbi-klA/s1600/DSC_0078ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572495304923642434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oyft9y-zjF8/TVV69JqBekI/AAAAAAAADc8/cADWGbi-klA/s400/DSC_0078ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TVV68566aSI/AAAAAAAADc0/zzgCDncdNKg/s1600/DSC_0093%2B%25282%2529ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572495300699515170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TVV68566aSI/AAAAAAAADc0/zzgCDncdNKg/s400/DSC_0093%2B%25282%2529ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zddk5R1br6c/TVV68gePA0I/AAAAAAAADcs/QUsvYGqv-yo/s1600/DSC_0109ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572495293868344130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zddk5R1br6c/TVV68gePA0I/AAAAAAAADcs/QUsvYGqv-yo/s400/DSC_0109ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-3160739022939743725?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3160739022939743725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=3160739022939743725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/3160739022939743725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/3160739022939743725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/trek-to-island.html' title='Trek to the Island'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8FtId9PfQt4/TVWZAfVpjyI/AAAAAAAADdk/1WQlv4oT9Vw/s72-c/DSC_0017ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-208544643409979529</id><published>2010-08-04T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T20:51:08.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Learning How</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dan would get Fred set on the board and then let him go and we would yell, "Stand up!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIMTCzjTYCI/AAAAAAAADQ8/Alg1lljGP6E/s1600/surf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513271307750563874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIMTCzjTYCI/AAAAAAAADQ8/Alg1lljGP6E/s400/surf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He had lots of practice with Aunt Valerie and Pepe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIMTClRBHbI/AAAAAAAADQ0/JB81gXfLIGQ/s1600/surf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513271303915773362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIMTClRBHbI/AAAAAAAADQ0/JB81gXfLIGQ/s400/surf1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much more of Maine to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-208544643409979529?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/208544643409979529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=208544643409979529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/208544643409979529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/208544643409979529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/everybodys-learning-how.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Learning How'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIMTCzjTYCI/AAAAAAAADQ8/Alg1lljGP6E/s72-c/surf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-835584079863353079</id><published>2010-07-18T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T20:37:22.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-Year-Old on a Two-Wheeler</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Are you impressed?  I am.  Check out his maneuverability. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/6rknpyXSNn0/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6rknpyXSNn0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6rknpyXSNn0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We believe in buying quality bikes.  This was Chloe's, then Stella's and now, after painting over the pink and replacing the stickers, it is Fred's bike. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-835584079863353079?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/835584079863353079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=835584079863353079' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/835584079863353079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/835584079863353079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/two-year-old-on-two-wheeler.html' title='Two-Year-Old on a Two-Wheeler'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-5989573184145180289</id><published>2010-07-12T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T22:26:20.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bogus Mountain Biking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bogus Basin (the ski resort here) had a discount on lift passes so we took the whole family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"All levels. All ages."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were just kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dan took Chloe on the easiest trail. He ended up carrying her bike most of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she liked the moss on the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512551997918622242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TICE1dnPMiI/AAAAAAAADPk/kkS0gZJECmY/s400/IMG_0830.JPG" /&gt;I took Stella and Fred to the top and rode around a bit. Fred was on his balance bike so he would cruise and then drag his feet. We didn't go far but it was hard getting back to the lift.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512552004382329378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TICE11sTiiI/AAAAAAAADPs/ego0oqM_crg/s400/IMG_0826.JPG" /&gt;Dan and I each took a turn watching the kids while the other rode. It was really pretty. Next year we'll go without the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TICE0sFAg0I/AAAAAAAADPc/Uz_WZLVQoxo/s1600/IMG_0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512551984621716290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TICE0sFAg0I/AAAAAAAADPc/Uz_WZLVQoxo/s400/IMG_0833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-5989573184145180289?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5989573184145180289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=5989573184145180289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5989573184145180289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5989573184145180289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/bogus.html' title='Bogus Mountain Biking'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TICE1dnPMiI/AAAAAAAADPk/kkS0gZJECmY/s72-c/IMG_0830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-5042932835059111188</id><published>2010-07-07T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:56:27.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WARNING:  very long and boring travelogue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dan had to work in Utah on Friday so we decided to spend the holiday weekend there since his company was paying for gas and a hotel one night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I searched for a campsite the week before but couldn't find anything available in Idaho or Utah but we took our tent-trailer with hopes of snagging one of the few walk-up sites. Dan woke up early Friday morning and drove the whole Alpine Loop. Nothing was available. I was stressing out because I really wanted to camp and really didn't want to have pulled the trailer five hours for nothing. My friend Amy came to the rescue. She is efficient. Everyone needs a friend like her. She found us a site that the campground host said she would hold if we came right away. Well, when we got there the site was no longer available because of a fallen tree. But! they were able to get us a spot in a different campground near Solitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIHZKbqXiMI/AAAAAAAADQs/ZlYhUPleQ_4/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512926192125577410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIHZKbqXiMI/AAAAAAAADQs/ZlYhUPleQ_4/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We lived in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lehi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for five years and never camped in the mountains surrounding us. They are pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIHY5bSdzxI/AAAAAAAADQc/9jFXq0Gut4E/s1600/camping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512925899967549202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIHY5bSdzxI/AAAAAAAADQc/9jFXq0Gut4E/s400/camping.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids actually &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt; me to take pictures of them.&lt;br /&gt;So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIHYvsSAhKI/AAAAAAAADQU/pj6OKBXkn9Q/s1600/camp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512925732730340514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIHYvsSAhKI/AAAAAAAADQU/pj6OKBXkn9Q/s400/camp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching the very redneck but very nice people set up camp. Playing tigers on the rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing around on the slack line. Riding bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIHYvdnjwwI/AAAAAAAADQM/40l1S6vOCEU/s1600/camping1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512925728794198786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIHYvdnjwwI/AAAAAAAADQM/40l1S6vOCEU/s400/camping1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning Dan rode his bike down the canyon then back up. Then I rode my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mtn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. bike over to Solitude and hopped on a trail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met Amy and her family in Sandy for fireworks. When we got back to the campground at 10:30 the gate was closed. We had never noticed the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;closable&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; gate or the sign telling us about it. We didn't want to drive 30 minutes back down the canyon because it was late and we had paid for the night but our site was too far to walk with three sleeping children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we pulled out the sign and placed it over the wrong-way-do-not-enter-tire-puncturing-spikes and drove over. (Photos were taken the next morning. Dan wasn't able to find the hole out of which he pulled the sign.**)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIHYvOPaGpI/AAAAAAAADQE/vBKV1InC3zY/s1600/closed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512925724666370706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIHYvOPaGpI/AAAAAAAADQE/vBKV1InC3zY/s400/closed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We drove back to Sandy for church on Sunday then Kyle and Angela came up to visit us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had dinner--including roasted corn-on-the-cob. And we roasted marshmallows. Very, very big marshmallows. And we made &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with strawberries. So good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIHYu9Z84BI/AAAAAAAADP8/tYlmslZl1SQ/s1600/roast1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512925720147189778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIHYu9Z84BI/AAAAAAAADP8/tYlmslZl1SQ/s400/roast1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those marshmallows are ridiculously big. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also played &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Frisbee&lt;/span&gt; golf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle is great with kids. See him carrying Stella on his shoulders? I discovered later that she had peed her pants. Sorry, Kyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIHYugzrqZI/AAAAAAAADP0/mSJ1E47prBM/s1600/roast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512925712470485394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIHYugzrqZI/AAAAAAAADP0/mSJ1E47prBM/s400/roast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I used our Lagoon bounce-back passes on Monday for a few hours while Dan worked. Then we drove home. The weekend turned out great. If I ever move back to Utah I think we'll camp closer to home more often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...there is a lot of camping near Boise. I guess we should try that out too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Not a word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**I do not end sentences with prepositional phrases.&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/36507798-5042932835059111188?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5042932835059111188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=5042932835059111188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5042932835059111188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5042932835059111188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-4th-weekend.html' title='July 4th Weekend'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TIHZKbqXiMI/AAAAAAAADQs/ZlYhUPleQ_4/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-1310159147700832377</id><published>2010-06-30T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T20:43:55.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Gagoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Lagoon. I've been to Disney Land &amp;amp; World and I think Lagoon is way more fun. Especially with Rachel and her fast-pass (wheelchair). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THxwfx22xOI/AAAAAAAADNc/k5z8HoE0AsE/s1600/lagoon4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511403735256319202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THxwfx22xOI/AAAAAAAADNc/k5z8HoE0AsE/s400/lagoon4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tanner, Stella, Dan, Cyndi, Ella, Grandma, Fred, Drake (sorry for chopping your head), Sara, Chloe, Ethan, Rachel, Ashton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THxwfjBvYBI/AAAAAAAADNU/XOOoAta7-wI/s1600/the+gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511403731275440146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THxwfjBvYBI/AAAAAAAADNU/XOOoAta7-wI/s400/the+gang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THxwLUKFkXI/AAAAAAAADNE/np6rv6jNbB8/s1600/lagoon5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511403383686533490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THxwLUKFkXI/AAAAAAAADNE/np6rv6jNbB8/s400/lagoon5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THxwKy1mGtI/AAAAAAAADM8/6uNJ3cvaWNw/s1600/lagoon6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511403374742215378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THxwKy1mGtI/AAAAAAAADM8/6uNJ3cvaWNw/s400/lagoon6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/36507798-1310159147700832377?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1310159147700832377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=1310159147700832377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1310159147700832377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1310159147700832377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/06/da-wagoon.html' title='Da Gagoon'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THxwfx22xOI/AAAAAAAADNc/k5z8HoE0AsE/s72-c/lagoon4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-4708657167295685151</id><published>2010-06-28T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:14:58.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Stella graduated preschool.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510681830904882690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THnf7alI5gI/AAAAAAAADME/74_q0-mKelk/s400/DSC_0085ed.jpg" /&gt; One of many spills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510681808254902162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THnf6GM9n5I/AAAAAAAADL0/bJARwyEV3vc/s400/DSC_0102.JPG" /&gt; Chloe and Sid&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511406879522823874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THxzWzKaHsI/AAAAAAAADNk/r8JCn-71l0s/s400/Twedding+(3).JPG" /&gt;Dan made &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bunk beds&lt;/span&gt; for the girls dolls. And I helped them make quilts. Except Stella's still isn't finished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510681805099852466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THnf56cvYrI/AAAAAAAADLs/HSHKX9dHA_8/s400/DSC_0106.JPG" /&gt; Fred spent a lot of time naked--because he was potty training and because he likes being naked. Sometimes he made his way out front or answered the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510681794829702002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THnf5UMJU3I/AAAAAAAADLk/64T-89N6SFw/s400/IMG_0756.JPG" /&gt; Some things found in the central vac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510681040236638002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THnfNZHI7zI/AAAAAAAADLc/XDpRSBCifUQ/s400/DSC_0137.JPG" /&gt; Fred dresses up nearly every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510681031421156370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THnfM4RXXBI/AAAAAAAADLU/kTd15lP2jLE/s400/DSC_0145.JPG" /&gt; The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;water park&lt;/span&gt;. Without Dan. Things got a little rough during Fred's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt;. He's the type of kid that runs away from his mom. This is especially aggravating around water. Instead of chasing him I would watch him from a distance. This concerned many people who couldn't see his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510685668942943698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THnja0YuFdI/AAAAAAAADMM/ghtFm5YCT-w/s400/waterpark.jpg" /&gt; Toy Story III. We never take our kids to full-price movies--especially not 3D but we were out of town and Dan was working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THnfLuEXzvI/AAAAAAAADK8/C89YLUomMyo/s1600/toystory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510681011502436082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THnfLuEXzvI/AAAAAAAADK8/C89YLUomMyo/s400/toystory.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-4708657167295685151?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4708657167295685151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=4708657167295685151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4708657167295685151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4708657167295685151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/06/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THnf7alI5gI/AAAAAAAADME/74_q0-mKelk/s72-c/DSC_0085ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-960118180683087080</id><published>2010-06-20T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:58:20.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful Slumber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THsoA7PBC4I/AAAAAAAADM0/eDd25A6NI_0/s1600/DSC_0148ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511042565383719810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THsoA7PBC4I/AAAAAAAADM0/eDd25A6NI_0/s400/DSC_0148ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dan put the kids in our bed while I was away at girl's camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THsoArYLFZI/AAAAAAAADMs/6ljF19M4Xic/s1600/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511042561127159186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THsoArYLFZI/AAAAAAAADMs/6ljF19M4Xic/s400/sleep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fred started wanting to sleep with his sisters this summer. Notice the plastic sheet. That is for Stella. Notice where Stella is. We need our carpets cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THsoAMNHWCI/AAAAAAAADMk/3WquIdAtTxY/s1600/IMG_0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511042552759277602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THsoAMNHWCI/AAAAAAAADMk/3WquIdAtTxY/s400/IMG_0805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella and Ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THsn_i2b5II/AAAAAAAADMc/sz4mz0kuGys/s1600/IMG_0762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511042541658301570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THsn_i2b5II/AAAAAAAADMc/sz4mz0kuGys/s400/IMG_0762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fred and Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THsn_FOVEUI/AAAAAAAADMU/Acb3mxa0L88/s1600/IMG_0757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511042533705453890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THsn_FOVEUI/AAAAAAAADMU/Acb3mxa0L88/s400/IMG_0757.jpg" /&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/36507798-960118180683087080?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/960118180683087080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=960118180683087080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/960118180683087080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/960118180683087080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/peaceful-slumber.html' title='Peaceful Slumber'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THsoA7PBC4I/AAAAAAAADM0/eDd25A6NI_0/s72-c/DSC_0148ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-7725540877865479923</id><published>2010-06-11T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T09:51:06.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Fred</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TBJo6MwwrkI/AAAAAAAADG0/xMPb28662sw/s1600/funny+fred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481559045530758722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TBJo6MwwrkI/AAAAAAAADG0/xMPb28662sw/s400/funny+fred.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fred has a talent for remembering lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day he said, "Mom, you are the music in me." (Highschool Musical)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today he said, (in a high-pitched, sweet, pleading voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom, please can I play playdo? Please, mom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, "Sure, Fred."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, (in a high-pitched, excited voice) "I can? Yeah! Thanks mom. (singing) I love my mom. My mom is cool." (Sid the Science Kid)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he sat ON the kitchen table to play...and peed his pants.  Oh, and he was wearing a dress-up skirt. &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/36507798-7725540877865479923?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7725540877865479923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=7725540877865479923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/7725540877865479923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/7725540877865479923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/06/funny-fred.html' title='Funny Fred'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TBJo6MwwrkI/AAAAAAAADG0/xMPb28662sw/s72-c/funny+fred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-3553061373248545999</id><published>2010-05-30T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T21:18:25.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May Leftovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes we make things.  Like books specifically for dress designs. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THc7pTCpvnI/AAAAAAAADK0/VEyKVvneNvw/s1600/dressbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509938249783164530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THc7pTCpvnI/AAAAAAAADK0/VEyKVvneNvw/s400/dressbook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another piano recital.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THc7pOhAN4I/AAAAAAAADKs/9nV0HWLtgHY/s1600/DSC_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509938248568289154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THc7pOhAN4I/AAAAAAAADKs/9nV0HWLtgHY/s400/DSC_0178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Painting garbage bags and the doll furniture Stella received for her birthday .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THc7o3O7vpI/AAAAAAAADKk/6AydFzgoFVw/s1600/paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509938242318483090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THc7o3O7vpI/AAAAAAAADKk/6AydFzgoFVw/s400/paint.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing with Annie and Kate .  Swinging outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THc7oR5YOUI/AAAAAAAADKc/IyUpc42Sn34/s1600/play.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509938232295962946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THc7oR5YOUI/AAAAAAAADKc/IyUpc42Sn34/s400/play.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Snaggletooth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THc7oBEussI/AAAAAAAADKU/r6qMh6Q5E2w/s1600/snaggletooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509938227780170434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THc7oBEussI/AAAAAAAADKU/r6qMh6Q5E2w/s400/snaggletooth.jpg" /&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/36507798-3553061373248545999?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3553061373248545999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=3553061373248545999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/3553061373248545999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/3553061373248545999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-leftovers.html' title='May Leftovers'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THc7pTCpvnI/AAAAAAAADK0/VEyKVvneNvw/s72-c/dressbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-787309484996186256</id><published>2010-05-25T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T15:58:08.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;..we rode our bikes to Chloe's school.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THWeSeTTleI/AAAAAAAADKM/9VRo2ckw4xQ/s1600/DSC_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509483759366542818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THWeSeTTleI/AAAAAAAADKM/9VRo2ckw4xQ/s400/DSC_0155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And stopped to touch the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THWeR4fDKAI/AAAAAAAADKE/oMvCQCYpx0c/s1600/DSC_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509483749215250434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THWeR4fDKAI/AAAAAAAADKE/oMvCQCYpx0c/s400/DSC_0156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We admired Chloe's project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THWeRYjx0vI/AAAAAAAADJ8/g_CsKmxT-Y0/s1600/DSC_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509483740645151474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THWeRYjx0vI/AAAAAAAADJ8/g_CsKmxT-Y0/s400/DSC_0161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stayed until Fred peed his pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THWeQn9dR_I/AAAAAAAADJ0/eZ88whmoTMI/s1600/DSC_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509483727599519730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THWeQn9dR_I/AAAAAAAADJ0/eZ88whmoTMI/s400/DSC_0170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way home, I convinced Fred to ride his bike down a hill.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He crashed and got a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mouthful&lt;/span&gt; of grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THWeQBcHUSI/AAAAAAAADJs/DosDXcW5u_g/s1600/DSC_0172ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509483717259120930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THWeQBcHUSI/AAAAAAAADJs/DosDXcW5u_g/s400/DSC_0172ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We lost the garage opener and had to climb through a window to get in the house.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that I love this neighborhood?  The school is new and only two blocks away.  There are walking paths and parks and swimming pools.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suburbia at it's finest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.  I think it looks like Stella is levitating in the fist picture.  Can you see it or do I just have a good imagination?  Maybe if you squint your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-787309484996186256?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/787309484996186256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=787309484996186256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/787309484996186256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/787309484996186256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-day.html' title='One Day...'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THWeSeTTleI/AAAAAAAADKM/9VRo2ckw4xQ/s72-c/DSC_0155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-1621730978091985672</id><published>2010-05-24T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:45:02.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S_tHIpenVtI/AAAAAAAADGc/SlNqzkTPHPE/s1600/mar10+(51)ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475047985897756370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S_tHIpenVtI/AAAAAAAADGc/SlNqzkTPHPE/s400/mar10+(51)ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stella turned five. She has grown up a lot in the past year. She is a good girl. We love her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-1621730978091985672?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1621730978091985672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=1621730978091985672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1621730978091985672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1621730978091985672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/05/five.html' title='Five'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S_tHIpenVtI/AAAAAAAADGc/SlNqzkTPHPE/s72-c/mar10+(51)ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-4410718632892210185</id><published>2010-05-20T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T08:40:21.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Celebration of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess the huge party we threw her in Santa Clara wasn't sufficient.  We thought we should recognize her on her actual birthday.  We also wanted to celebrate with her cousins (and best friends) here in Idaho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the morning she got to open her presents from her family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THPmFDDegFI/AAAAAAAADJk/_bRV9IGnunU/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508999743597871186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THPmFDDegFI/AAAAAAAADJk/_bRV9IGnunU/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chloe made this for her Littlest Pet Shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THPmEf5fD8I/AAAAAAAADJc/upwTqHTxxM0/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508999734160723906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THPmEf5fD8I/AAAAAAAADJc/upwTqHTxxM0/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had cupcakes at preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THPmDxWUQlI/AAAAAAAADJU/BD1h87zw1Gw/s1600/DSC_0014ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508999721665184338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THPmDxWUQlI/AAAAAAAADJU/BD1h87zw1Gw/s400/DSC_0014ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we went to Wahooz and she got more presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THPmDXuutuI/AAAAAAAADJM/jgGPywD6GIM/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508999714788259554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THPmDXuutuI/AAAAAAAADJM/jgGPywD6GIM/s400/DSC_0025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ate pizza (and pickles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THPmCr3ZcKI/AAAAAAAADJE/OjoKARc0zSg/s1600/wahooz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508999703013453986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THPmCr3ZcKI/AAAAAAAADJE/OjoKARc0zSg/s400/wahooz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drove the bumper boats.  This was a little nerve racking because spectators/parents couldn't be inside the gates. There was only one close call when Fred decided he wanted to switch boats.  The kids loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THPksgOuNgI/AAAAAAAADI8/wj8plhOtKz0/s1600/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508998222421308930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THPksgOuNgI/AAAAAAAADI8/wj8plhOtKz0/s400/DSC_0064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-4410718632892210185?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4410718632892210185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=4410718632892210185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4410718632892210185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4410718632892210185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/05/biggest-celebration-of-year.html' title='Biggest Celebration of the Year'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THPmFDDegFI/AAAAAAAADJk/_bRV9IGnunU/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-839279026262864697</id><published>2010-05-13T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:33:20.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stella's Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stella chose a soccer theme for her fifth birthday party. Since we were going to be in Santa Clara the week before her birthday, I planned this party with all her cousins. It turned out to be a really long party, and my whole family (minus Zach) was there, so really it was more like a family reunion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THNJKdFRFRI/AAAAAAAADI0/CKig14K4U4M/s1600/_DSC5094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508827213158487314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THNJKdFRFRI/AAAAAAAADI0/CKig14K4U4M/s400/_DSC5094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The activities included:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dribbling relays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508827197711514498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THNJJjia-4I/AAAAAAAADIk/3Yq9FiqbDr8/s400/IMGP6405.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THNIgsAtZuI/AAAAAAAADIU/Vf5FeHX_sXA/s1600/relay.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shooting a goal with your eyes closed. Pizza and sports drinks. Decorating inflatable soccer balls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508826476746199394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THNIflu5UWI/AAAAAAAADIE/pdtOmM0xS3U/s400/games.jpg" /&gt;Soccer bowling. Swimming.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508826466507144418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THNIe_ltvOI/AAAAAAAADH0/eX167nyUmkw/s400/swim.jpg" /&gt;Kicking a pinata.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508826472799431042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THNIfXB6aYI/AAAAAAAADH8/mysNra7LAAQ/s400/pinata.jpg" /&gt;A soccer tournament. Lauren had a broken leg so she was the referee.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508827187283689554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THNJI8sPAFI/AAAAAAAADIc/qG8mYJmxLz0/s400/IMGP6409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508827203094728178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THNJJ3l4TfI/AAAAAAAADIs/0wwHo62zziM/s400/soccer.jpg" /&gt;Cake &amp;amp; presents.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508826484525854274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THNIgCttbkI/AAAAAAAADIM/Gn_CxGJh-gM/s400/cake.jpg" /&gt; Hooray for Stella, birthdays, cousins and soccer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-839279026262864697?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/839279026262864697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=839279026262864697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/839279026262864697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/839279026262864697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/stellas-party.html' title='Stella&apos;s Party'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/THNJKdFRFRI/AAAAAAAADI0/CKig14K4U4M/s72-c/_DSC5094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-7250790952478667875</id><published>2010-05-06T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T07:58:26.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did this egg hunt every year when I was a kid.  Now the next generation does it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fred got a prize egg but was more excited about the candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S-LGA8Cn3JI/AAAAAAAADF8/dXyxEu39xaM/s1600/fred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468150617000631442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S-LGA8Cn3JI/AAAAAAAADF8/dXyxEu39xaM/s400/fred.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella was mad because she only got two prize eggs.  See how many kids there are?  And there were only about ten prize eggs.  And she got &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt;!  (Which is against the rules.)  And that was not good enough for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S-LFyk7afhI/AAAAAAAADF0/UTtW-ZMZ8A4/s1600/sadstella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468150370278211090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S-LFyk7afhI/AAAAAAAADF0/UTtW-ZMZ8A4/s400/sadstella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chloe was crying because she didn't get a prize egg.  I was not proud of my girls at this moment (except for Stella's ability to get two prize eggs--that was awesome). &lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else ever ashamed of their kids?  I'm ruining them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S-LFydtIDmI/AAAAAAAADFs/KHTSFeSroME/s1600/madchloe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468150368339234402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S-LFydtIDmI/AAAAAAAADFs/KHTSFeSroME/s400/madchloe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella gave one of her prize eggs to Chloe.  We were all satisfied at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S-LFxMWRuEI/AAAAAAAADFk/e6gcZ_e4A9M/s1600/DSC_0140ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468150346500126786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S-LFxMWRuEI/AAAAAAAADFk/e6gcZ_e4A9M/s400/DSC_0140ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Other traditions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dying eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiding and hunting for the dyed eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A scavenger hunt to find Easter baskets.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stella's loot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S-LFwSW0ryI/AAAAAAAADFc/BJM1VQwiHiQ/s1600/stella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468150330933161762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S-LFwSW0ryI/AAAAAAAADFc/BJM1VQwiHiQ/s400/stella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fred, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Halle&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Chloe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S-LFv1IP8MI/AAAAAAAADFU/5M_ICaSljdw/s1600/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468150323087405250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S-LFv1IP8MI/AAAAAAAADFU/5M_ICaSljdw/s400/easter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also watched Ashton and Ethan do a triathlon.  My kids wanted to do it but I missed the registration deadline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we went to the narrows on the Red Hill.  Rachel's brace broke and her shoe fell off--that was epic.  And Dan was very determined to get his barrel chest through after a chubby, busty lady made it ahead of him.  When there's a will there's a way. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-7250790952478667875?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7250790952478667875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=7250790952478667875' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/7250790952478667875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/7250790952478667875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/05/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S-LGA8Cn3JI/AAAAAAAADF8/dXyxEu39xaM/s72-c/fred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-941264325449434774</id><published>2010-04-25T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:50:06.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stella really wanted to play soccer this year so we gave her another chance.  She started out the season aggressively but kind of faded toward the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TE0hQlViUCI/AAAAAAAADHs/DzYD7sHScCU/s1600/stellasoccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498087288873308194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TE0hQlViUCI/AAAAAAAADHs/DzYD7sHScCU/s400/stellasoccer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chloe had another great season.  She is on a team full of friends and has a great coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TE0hQKorJxI/AAAAAAAADHk/wwVpSa_vmDg/s1600/chloesoccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498087281705821970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TE0hQKorJxI/AAAAAAAADHk/wwVpSa_vmDg/s400/chloesoccer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/36507798-941264325449434774?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/941264325449434774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=941264325449434774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/941264325449434774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/941264325449434774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-soccer.html' title='Spring Soccer'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TE0hQlViUCI/AAAAAAAADHs/DzYD7sHScCU/s72-c/stellasoccer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-4154338465949637858</id><published>2010-04-19T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T09:39:43.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City of Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weekend after we returned from Florida we went camping at City of Rocks with Dan's parents, his brother Ben and his sister Valerie and her husband Stu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was windy and kind of cold but still beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529870014453868130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TL4LesmbZmI/AAAAAAAADTE/LiwWURaSznI/s400/cityof.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dan bought some dutch ovens and his mom made some really good meals. Including her birthday cake.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TL4Lo9oZ18I/AAAAAAAADTU/sJ8z0dBrixo/s1600/bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529870190824249282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TL4Lo9oZ18I/AAAAAAAADTU/sJ8z0dBrixo/s400/bday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids love their Pepe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TL4LfmSJc-I/AAAAAAAADTM/UV5KzoKj9FI/s1600/city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529870029938062306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TL4LfmSJc-I/AAAAAAAADTM/UV5KzoKj9FI/s400/city.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529869891856177026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TL4LXj43F4I/AAAAAAAADSs/vy5Ug2YTrEc/s400/rocks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TL4LeDOpAEI/AAAAAAAADS8/Ae0JMeDvQno/s1600/cityofrocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529870003348242498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TL4LeDOpAEI/AAAAAAAADS8/Ae0JMeDvQno/s400/cityofrocks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kids get wimpy as they get older. Fred climbed all the way up to the tree multiple times. Stella climbed to the line where Fred is in the below picture and Chloe only climbed half-way to the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TL4LZ8fUdOI/AAAAAAAADS0/0uOneW5sq8M/s1600/climb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529869932819674338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TL4LZ8fUdOI/AAAAAAAADS0/0uOneW5sq8M/s400/climb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ba7f4693f1639562" 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://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dba7f4693f1639562%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21A56490557A27ADFE629D9726B9BC4460026A30.7756537593A59B5A0CEFFB0F318A5D2B0348E833%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dba7f4693f1639562%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxGS9CIxioqZRiA1e_BBPJS5WaJo&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://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dba7f4693f1639562%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21A56490557A27ADFE629D9726B9BC4460026A30.7756537593A59B5A0CEFFB0F318A5D2B0348E833%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dba7f4693f1639562%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxGS9CIxioqZRiA1e_BBPJS5WaJo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-4154338465949637858?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4154338465949637858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=4154338465949637858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4154338465949637858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4154338465949637858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/city-of-rocks.html' title='City of Rocks'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TL4LesmbZmI/AAAAAAAADTE/LiwWURaSznI/s72-c/cityof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-7304676297849166845</id><published>2010-04-11T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T10:53:48.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dan had to go to Florida for work. I got to go with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His mom and dad came to our house to watch the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I read on the beach while he worked. It was nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went on a river trip. It was beautiful and the weather was perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484159115255829938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TBulqLSLVbI/AAAAAAAADG8/NyFln35Y1l4/s400/IMG_0569.JPG" /&gt;At first, it was a bit creepy because we were told that there were lots of alligators but we weren't seeing any.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TBulsk2rX_I/AAAAAAAADHc/x4w0csaJEmY/s1600/IMG_0602ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484159156479549426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TBulsk2rX_I/AAAAAAAADHc/x4w0csaJEmY/s400/IMG_0602ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TBulsB9y9ZI/AAAAAAAADHU/dzcl8ODxvgo/s1600/IMG_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484159147114165650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TBulsB9y9ZI/AAAAAAAADHU/dzcl8ODxvgo/s400/IMG_0591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484159138809644130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TBulrjB2BGI/AAAAAAAADHM/XQg1c-O-nlk/s400/IMG_0571ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484159126524272802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TBulq1QyIKI/AAAAAAAADHE/DJIbBgIq5Ek/s400/IMG_0573ed.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here we have Dan screaming like a little girl:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e8d94ccff35cd0ce" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De8d94ccff35cd0ce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7008AE67E4FCE942E03016201E479DF1273D204C.77EA732A043B8D24FA670607A6DEB78906503C49%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De8d94ccff35cd0ce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3JtpvAfqR39IiKplzdGT4HR238E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De8d94ccff35cd0ce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7008AE67E4FCE942E03016201E479DF1273D204C.77EA732A043B8D24FA670607A6DEB78906503C49%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De8d94ccff35cd0ce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3JtpvAfqR39IiKplzdGT4HR238E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-7304676297849166845?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7304676297849166845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=7304676297849166845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/7304676297849166845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/7304676297849166845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/06/florida.html' title='Florida'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/TBulqLSLVbI/AAAAAAAADG8/NyFln35Y1l4/s72-c/IMG_0569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-5058072842389246672</id><published>2010-03-18T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:39:53.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disciplinary Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S9iU0JJUwwI/AAAAAAAADFM/bbRMK1leyMA/s1600/tramp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465281771343233794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S9iU0JJUwwI/AAAAAAAADFM/bbRMK1leyMA/s400/tramp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two play pretty well together.  Mostly because Fred isn't too bossy (yet) and Stella is good at giving in.  Recently, they've started fighting more.  Yesterday I enacted a new law:  If you hurt someone you are punished with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hot sauce&lt;/span&gt; on your tongue.  I realize that this stings which means I am trying to teach my kids to not hurt by hurting them.   I'm not sure how well it will work.  They'll probably just acquire a taste for spicy foods.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to pin Stella down after her first offense.  After her second, she was willing to take it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fred: (crying)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Stella, did you hurt Fred?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She: (standing defiantly) Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Stick out your tongue. &lt;br /&gt;She stuck out her tongue and took her punishment.  And even smiled.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like this about Stella even though it is slightly maddening.  If she doesn't want to eat her veggies then she (usually) is fine without getting her dessert.  She is not a conformist.  Which makes it really hard to discipline (control/manipulate) her.  Plus, she is so forgiving that I have a hard time following through with a punishment because I know that she quickly forgives me when I make her feel bad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the time I popped her balloon.  I had taken all three kids to a restaurant where Chloe's school was doing a fundraiser.  When we got home it was bedtime.  Bedtime is always hectic and I was already frazzled from dealing with the kids in a restaurant.  I was trying to get them to focus on getting ready for bed but they were focused on the balloons they had brought home.  Stella let hers go and couldn't reach it.  She kept asking me to get it and I told her I didn't want her to play with it when she should be getting her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; on so I would get it after she had changed.  She kept asking and asking and I finally said, "If you don't stop I'm going to pop your balloon."  She didn't stop.  (She doesn't usually respond to threats.)  So I stormed in her room, grabbed a balloon and stomped on it.  Fred started crying.  Stella stopped crying and stared at me wide-eyed.    Then I realized that Stella wasn't upset--she was confused.  I had popped Fred's balloon.  So I gave Stella's balloon to Fred and &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; she started crying.  And Fred continued to cry because he wanted &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; balloon.  About five minutes later, as I was getting Fred settled in bed, Stella came in and gave me a hug and cuddled up to me.  &lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; gave &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; a hug.  Because she is loving and affectionate and forgiving.   So I promised her another balloon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be more like Stella. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-5058072842389246672?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5058072842389246672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=5058072842389246672' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5058072842389246672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5058072842389246672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/03/disciplinary-action.html' title='Disciplinary Action'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S9iU0JJUwwI/AAAAAAAADFM/bbRMK1leyMA/s72-c/tramp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-3265586402446051236</id><published>2010-03-14T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:09:43.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Skiing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spring skiing would be a lot easier if I had skis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S_tMUw0IuqI/AAAAAAAADGs/DGbTo3hllFE/s1600/IMG_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475053691583642274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S_tMUw0IuqI/AAAAAAAADGs/DGbTo3hllFE/s400/IMG_0504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S_tMUnCaKvI/AAAAAAAADGk/xhxCyYHgIxg/s1600/familyski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475053688959150834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S_tMUnCaKvI/AAAAAAAADGk/xhxCyYHgIxg/s400/familyski.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I set the timer for a family photo then a kind person offered to take it for us.  My shot is the middle picture.  I win.&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/36507798-3265586402446051236?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3265586402446051236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=3265586402446051236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/3265586402446051236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/3265586402446051236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-skiing.html' title='Spring Skiing'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S_tMUw0IuqI/AAAAAAAADGs/DGbTo3hllFE/s72-c/IMG_0504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-4261501276814828661</id><published>2010-03-08T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:07:04.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sister's Influence</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fred LOVES to dance. He turns on the music, grabs his sister's hands and says, "Let's dance."&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video of Chloe giving him a dance lesson. The dress was his own doing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4bae214fb8db1fd" 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://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D04bae214fb8db1fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7DAA8317E80AF280A446E0B9CAA23A6B1C38370A.59FEBF6E3438B89A6BC934CC94AC76857D892D9E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4bae214fb8db1fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE0HufbtIPHFvI-6UrRd_XXUf_Ww&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://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D04bae214fb8db1fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7DAA8317E80AF280A446E0B9CAA23A6B1C38370A.59FEBF6E3438B89A6BC934CC94AC76857D892D9E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4bae214fb8db1fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE0HufbtIPHFvI-6UrRd_XXUf_Ww&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Try to ignore Stella's fit.  As we were.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He does sing other songs but I am always entertained when he starts singing this song out of the blue. (You have to admit it's a catchy tune.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9ef9c78240fef405" 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://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ef9c78240fef405%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5790261D8C0E9544559A759679BDA6D505211F67.61BD314A1327282ADA5EBBFA147FDAD781BCDF2B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ef9c78240fef405%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOrmL78MqhBTWhriL_xThDdMZng4&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://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ef9c78240fef405%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5790261D8C0E9544559A759679BDA6D505211F67.61BD314A1327282ADA5EBBFA147FDAD781BCDF2B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ef9c78240fef405%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOrmL78MqhBTWhriL_xThDdMZng4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-4261501276814828661?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4261501276814828661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=4261501276814828661' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4261501276814828661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4261501276814828661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/03/sisters-influence.html' title='A Sister&apos;s Influence'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-7430927753760986226</id><published>2010-02-19T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:38:30.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S6PRjkwHtXI/AAAAAAAADE4/H0JHqp5HfUE/s1600-h/DSC_0008ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450430383139566962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S6PRjkwHtXI/AAAAAAAADE4/H0JHqp5HfUE/s400/DSC_0008ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S6PRi8nt39I/AAAAAAAADEw/eb47fZ1YYP0/s1600-h/DSC_0005ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450430372366901202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S6PRi8nt39I/AAAAAAAADEw/eb47fZ1YYP0/s400/DSC_0005ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S6PRiUAE1YI/AAAAAAAADEo/14IO5k1_Bnc/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450430361463215490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S6PRiUAE1YI/AAAAAAAADEo/14IO5k1_Bnc/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids had a good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;V. day&lt;/span&gt;. I left them each a little gift in their Valentine boxes and bought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krispie&lt;/span&gt; Kreme donuts for breakfast. Dan gave them each a box of chocolates and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;boquets&lt;/span&gt; for the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-7430927753760986226?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7430927753760986226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=7430927753760986226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/7430927753760986226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/7430927753760986226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/03/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S6PRjkwHtXI/AAAAAAAADE4/H0JHqp5HfUE/s72-c/DSC_0008ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-8068143031270940510</id><published>2010-02-11T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:40:17.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Box &amp; Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I loved making Valentine boxes when I was a kid and this was my first chance to do it--I mean, &lt;em&gt;help&lt;/em&gt; do it-- as a parent.  I spent a lot of time searching the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; looking for good ideas but found nothing.  I finally came up with a heart-robot-guy-thing and after I explained to Chloe how the arms would be crazy straws and the cards would go through his mouth and feathers and foam and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tp&lt;/span&gt; rolls, etc., she said, "I was thinking a school bus.  Ya know, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; its &lt;em&gt;school&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could have saved myself a lot of time if I would have just asked her if she had any ideas.  I didn't have a problem letting go of my robot idea.  I liked the school bus idea (not so much the logic behind it--kinda like how she thinks "cutey" and "fluffy" are perfect pet names).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dan constructed the bus out of a Capri Sun box.  I wrapped it.  Dan drew the lines.  I made the 'Love' sign, Chloe added stickers and jewels and glitter glue and gold marker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S3SSaAPRkAI/AAAAAAAADBQ/jR7IDnzGGnU/s1600-h/DSC_0003+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437131625581350914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S3SSaAPRkAI/AAAAAAAADBQ/jR7IDnzGGnU/s400/DSC_0003+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The back doors opened for emergency exit of the cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S3SSZijI6_I/AAAAAAAADBI/7V0g3-Ru6BQ/s1600-h/vbox2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437131617611607026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S3SSZijI6_I/AAAAAAAADBI/7V0g3-Ru6BQ/s400/vbox2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S3SRERFmoZI/AAAAAAAADBA/AZa-2NjyoDA/s1600-h/vbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437130152635441554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S3SRERFmoZI/AAAAAAAADBA/AZa-2NjyoDA/s400/vbox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made a card out of a photo taken of Chloe last month.  We taped them to Capri Suns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S3SRDmq4j8I/AAAAAAAADAw/kOnUbnqzuow/s1600-h/valentine+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437130141249081282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S3SRDmq4j8I/AAAAAAAADAw/kOnUbnqzuow/s400/valentine+(5).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; p.s. I hate that she has to be Chloe L. but I can't convince her to change her name.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-8068143031270940510?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8068143031270940510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=8068143031270940510' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8068143031270940510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8068143031270940510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentine-box-cards.html' title='Valentine Box &amp; Cards'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S3SSaAPRkAI/AAAAAAAADBQ/jR7IDnzGGnU/s72-c/DSC_0003+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-2955388718530173794</id><published>2010-01-30T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:54:19.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Skiing-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dan and I took Stella &amp;amp; Fred skiing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Chloe had a soccer game so Dan took her skiing the night before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and we left her with a teammate/friend while we took S &amp;amp; F.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was Fred's first time.&amp;nbsp; He's a pro.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S5XTCJ6s0lI/AAAAAAAADEg/7BYtSir7aNg/s1600-h/DSC_0010+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S5XTCJ6s0lI/AAAAAAAADEg/7BYtSir7aNg/s400/DSC_0010+(2).JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Thai food-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S5XS9hq3HII/AAAAAAAADEY/cdLWZnVKDus/s1600-h/thaifood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S5XS9hq3HII/AAAAAAAADEY/cdLWZnVKDus/s640/thaifood.jpg" width="640" /&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/36507798-2955388718530173794?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2955388718530173794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=2955388718530173794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/2955388718530173794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/2955388718530173794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-day.html' title='A Good Day:'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S5XTCJ6s0lI/AAAAAAAADEg/7BYtSir7aNg/s72-c/DSC_0010+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-1614217412038764766</id><published>2010-01-11T21:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:09:32.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0wDII-yx7I/AAAAAAAAC6w/s0bntEEkqmI/s1600-h/makeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425715089459300274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0wDII-yx7I/AAAAAAAAC6w/s0bntEEkqmI/s400/makeup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fred, don't feel bad that you get into your mom's makeup and your sisters never did.  I didn't have makeup when they were your age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-1614217412038764766?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1614217412038764766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=1614217412038764766' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1614217412038764766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1614217412038764766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/01/pretty-boy.html' title='Pretty Boy'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0wDII-yx7I/AAAAAAAAC6w/s0bntEEkqmI/s72-c/makeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-7580674678307356171</id><published>2009-12-30T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:15:42.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We finished off December with the perfect snow day--a big storm followed by warm sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We don't get much snow here so we enjoyed it while it lasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent awhile building a snowman and Fred decided to bite his head when I tried to get him to pose for the camera.  Of course, natural instinct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S4b34pwBSaI/AAAAAAAADEQ/45zAgQ5C_iM/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442309752375822754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S4b34pwBSaI/AAAAAAAADEQ/45zAgQ5C_iM/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S4b34GJe5NI/AAAAAAAADEI/IZ4k5R1D-Y0/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442309742818944210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S4b34GJe5NI/AAAAAAAADEI/IZ4k5R1D-Y0/s400/snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We invited Annie and Kate over to play with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S4b33psbkaI/AAAAAAAADEA/yKT8z0kP8QA/s1600-h/snowy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442309735180898722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S4b33psbkaI/AAAAAAAADEA/yKT8z0kP8QA/s400/snowy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Extreme sledding.  Not really.  Slightly sloped sledding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S4b32m0afKI/AAAAAAAADD4/0fFF8bMvdes/s1600-h/sled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442309717229206690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S4b32m0afKI/AAAAAAAADD4/0fFF8bMvdes/s400/sled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BSCF's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Best Second Cousin Forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S4b32GWXLWI/AAAAAAAADDw/W2B1g2cyhJM/s1600-h/DSC_0020ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442309708513226082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S4b32GWXLWI/AAAAAAAADDw/W2B1g2cyhJM/s400/DSC_0020ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Which makes them my first cousins once removed.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fyi&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&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/36507798-7580674678307356171?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7580674678307356171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=7580674678307356171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/7580674678307356171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/7580674678307356171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-finished-off-december-with-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S4b34pwBSaI/AAAAAAAADEQ/45zAgQ5C_iM/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-5598137892760967728</id><published>2009-12-27T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:04:00.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Goodrich Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part vampire-part Na'vi (Avatar). &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S32AKrKqXYI/AAAAAAAADDg/rlFJculRdOY/s1600-h/DSC_0354ED3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439644845807918466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S32AKrKqXYI/AAAAAAAADDg/rlFJculRdOY/s400/DSC_0354ED3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(We tried to get a picture of the whole family but none of them turned out.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-5598137892760967728?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5598137892760967728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=5598137892760967728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5598137892760967728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5598137892760967728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodrich-family.html' title='The Goodrich Family'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S32AKrKqXYI/AAAAAAAADDg/rlFJculRdOY/s72-c/DSC_0354ED3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-1420913895095788672</id><published>2009-12-25T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:55:58.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were in Santa Clara for two weeks of the Christmas holiday. The time always flies by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chloe lost a tooth before Christmas, like, really lost it--it fell out and she didn't notice. But she knows the Tooth Fairy is understanding so she wrote a note explaining the situation but saved it until Christmas Eve in the chance that she might meet up with Santa. Well, it worked. The T Fairy left Chloe a note and said she told Santa to brush his teeth after eating all the cookies. Chloe thought she was pretty clever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we are opening stockings and reading notes from the T Fairy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1jKmZeXUvI/AAAAAAAAC-w/6TAavGgtXYk/s1600-h/stockings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429312111817216754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1jKmZeXUvI/AAAAAAAAC-w/6TAavGgtXYk/s400/stockings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fred got a slide, Stella got a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Leapster&lt;/span&gt; and a scooter. Chloe got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nintendogs&lt;/span&gt; and a bike. She wondered why Santa gave her a used game (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt;). One of her clever cousins said that one of the elves must have played with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1jKmArd2UI/AAAAAAAAC-o/RmAAnoizt1w/s1600-h/santagifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 386px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429312105161283906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1jKmArd2UI/AAAAAAAAC-o/RmAAnoizt1w/s400/santagifts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We opened presents with my parents, Grandma Lang, Jordan and Zach. I am very proud of myself for not getting very many presents. I was afraid they would be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; because there wasn't much to unwrap. I was wrong. Both girls mentioned many times how happy they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1jKlqzFBQI/AAAAAAAAC-g/g8Rp_NEufSk/s1600-h/Cmorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429312099287631106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1jKlqzFBQI/AAAAAAAAC-g/g8Rp_NEufSk/s400/Cmorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fred received a gummy snake in his stocking. He liked to shake his head vigorously while tearing off bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1jKlXUH2CI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/9bwGG9eYa00/s1600-h/DSC_0349ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429312094057519138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1jKlXUH2CI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/9bwGG9eYa00/s400/DSC_0349ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a merry Christmas. &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/36507798-1420913895095788672?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1420913895095788672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=1420913895095788672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1420913895095788672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1420913895095788672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-morning.html' title='Christmas Morning'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1jKmZeXUvI/AAAAAAAAC-w/6TAavGgtXYk/s72-c/stockings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-6829604730684119308</id><published>2009-12-22T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T09:58:46.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodrich Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Featuring:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talent show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pinata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gift exchange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nativity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vomit&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1otUkr0SCI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/jrjB6weWqAw/s1600-h/party2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429702132216645666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1otUkr0SCI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/jrjB6weWqAw/s400/party2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1otUQ0pkSI/AAAAAAAAC_I/YM_HAywyNoo/s1600-h/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429702126884983074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1otUQ0pkSI/AAAAAAAAC_I/YM_HAywyNoo/s400/party.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-6829604730684119308?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/6829604730684119308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=6829604730684119308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/6829604730684119308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/6829604730684119308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodrich-christmas-party.html' title='Goodrich Christmas Party'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1otUkr0SCI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/jrjB6weWqAw/s72-c/party2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-8611194033640745956</id><published>2009-12-21T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:18:24.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S32EX79YXfI/AAAAAAAADDo/5dv2sRShN-4/s1600-h/DSC_0252ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439649471700426226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S32EX79YXfI/AAAAAAAADDo/5dv2sRShN-4/s400/DSC_0252ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took Fred to get a haircut at Great Clips. The stylist was soooo slow and Fred got impatient. I would hold his cheeks and tell him to "hold still". Later, when my mom was fixing the haircut, I told him to "hold still" and he held his cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-8611194033640745956?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8611194033640745956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=8611194033640745956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8611194033640745956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8611194033640745956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/12/holding-still.html' title='Holding Still'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S32EX79YXfI/AAAAAAAADDo/5dv2sRShN-4/s72-c/DSC_0252ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-4634599828450416807</id><published>2009-12-19T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:54:33.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jammies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We let the kids unwrap their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; a couple of weeks before Christmas so they could actually wear them during the season. Fred loved his 'bun bob' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1UpIejH33I/AAAAAAAAC-A/ENZB4Gf3z0k/s1600-h/DSC_0217ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428290151481073522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1UpIejH33I/AAAAAAAAC-A/ENZB4Gf3z0k/s400/DSC_0217ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-4634599828450416807?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4634599828450416807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=4634599828450416807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4634599828450416807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4634599828450416807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/01/jammies.html' title='Jammies'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1UpIejH33I/AAAAAAAAC-A/ENZB4Gf3z0k/s72-c/DSC_0217ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-8699128288641697407</id><published>2009-12-18T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:54:11.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the zoo to see Santa (since the mall was too expensive).&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1TcCoiRSyI/AAAAAAAAC94/e0oQIsyPsuU/s1600-h/DSC_0104ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428205388687297314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1TcCoiRSyI/AAAAAAAAC94/e0oQIsyPsuU/s400/DSC_0104ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It turned out to be a great day to visit. All the animals received Christmas gifts. Every cage had a wrapped gift (some sort of food). In the picture on the left there is some sort of cat eating a white bunny. On the right is a k&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;omodo&lt;/span&gt; dragon eating a hunk of meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1TcCT1JUYI/AAAAAAAAC9w/h5d0-rzcvJM/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428205383129321858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1TcCT1JUYI/AAAAAAAAC9w/h5d0-rzcvJM/s400/food.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were watching the spider monkeys lounging around in the trees when they suddenly went bananas--screaming and swinging around and fighting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. Then one came up to the glass right in front of Fred. He (the monkey) had both hands on the glass and was screaming, baring its teeth and bulging its eyes--all inches from Fred's face. It was very exciting (and scary for Fred). The lions, on the other hand, were very cuddly and playful with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. Fred now thinks monkeys are scary and lions are cute. He talked about lions, monkeys and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nakes&lt;/span&gt; (snakes) for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1TcCGX15RI/AAAAAAAAC9o/u5wVOYD8OyU/s1600-h/monkeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428205379516753170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1TcCGX15RI/AAAAAAAAC9o/u5wVOYD8OyU/s400/monkeys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1TcBoWdAhI/AAAAAAAAC9g/JEBelH7zJIQ/s1600-h/zoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428205371457864210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1TcBoWdAhI/AAAAAAAAC9g/JEBelH7zJIQ/s400/zoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-8699128288641697407?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8699128288641697407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=8699128288641697407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8699128288641697407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8699128288641697407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-at-zoo.html' title='Christmas at the Zoo'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1TcCoiRSyI/AAAAAAAAC94/e0oQIsyPsuU/s72-c/DSC_0104ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-650689601481341825</id><published>2009-12-10T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:55:37.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;This video starts with Fred eating breakfast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then singing with his pants off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then eating lunch. I was very fascinated by his noodle eating abilities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f4b99997f0bfd9f6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df4b99997f0bfd9f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82233FD006D9F0CC4D6DCF47EECDB3B50241363F.18DC312E7D6AFB8AD4EBB2012A6E24E59F4D9BFF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df4b99997f0bfd9f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT7Z5Bng6Bg1YrdSp-iNCJfb-A5c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df4b99997f0bfd9f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82233FD006D9F0CC4D6DCF47EECDB3B50241363F.18DC312E7D6AFB8AD4EBB2012A6E24E59F4D9BFF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df4b99997f0bfd9f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT7Z5Bng6Bg1YrdSp-iNCJfb-A5c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; are interesting creatures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-650689601481341825?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/650689601481341825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=650689601481341825' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/650689601481341825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/650689601481341825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-in-life.html' title='A Day in the Life'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-4975393180571441403</id><published>2009-12-08T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:54:55.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Reichner&lt;/span&gt; family to see the lights at the botanical gardens. (They do not compare to temple square.) It was one of the coldest nights we've had this winter. I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;snow pants&lt;/span&gt; and the kids had snowsuits so we were fine. Dan was freezing. I gave my scarf to Brock and he wrapped his head turban-style. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this picture--Chloe is pouting and Stella is doing her signature disabled child pose and my nose is bright red. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1UrKXt7F3I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/u-ftzqgcArU/s1600-h/IMG_2321ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428292383030318962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1UrKXt7F3I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/u-ftzqgcArU/s400/IMG_2321ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1UrJ-JD1dI/AAAAAAAAC-I/rH3kdF_kxo0/s1600-h/IMG_2341ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428292376164816338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1UrJ-JD1dI/AAAAAAAAC-I/rH3kdF_kxo0/s400/IMG_2341ed.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/36507798-4975393180571441403?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4975393180571441403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=4975393180571441403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4975393180571441403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4975393180571441403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/01/lights.html' title='Lights'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1UrKXt7F3I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/u-ftzqgcArU/s72-c/IMG_2321ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-5783364295043819568</id><published>2009-12-06T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:46:23.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Likes to Move It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fred loves to dance. He thinks he's the boss of the radio, though. Whenever I listen to NPR he yells, "Song!" And I flip through the stations while he says, "Not dat one...Dat one! Dat one!" And he starts busting a move. And then he yells, "Woud (loud)!" Sometimes it is rock, sometimes hip hop or mariachi or classical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f642f8bbdc303f14" 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://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df642f8bbdc303f14%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7195B11870EC572313B65EFAC752378B9617CEDB.B8A74F05115B15E45098388DC85FEF63C9CFA6C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df642f8bbdc303f14%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNLarMq7jajIITcXHyP0ZfBelMhs&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://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df642f8bbdc303f14%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7195B11870EC572313B65EFAC752378B9617CEDB.B8A74F05115B15E45098388DC85FEF63C9CFA6C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df642f8bbdc303f14%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNLarMq7jajIITcXHyP0ZfBelMhs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-5783364295043819568?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5783364295043819568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=5783364295043819568' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5783364295043819568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5783364295043819568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-likes-to-move-it.html' title='He Likes to Move It.'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-5409162142216023714</id><published>2009-12-04T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:03:27.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party in the USA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chloe got a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; Cyrus &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; for her birthday and listened to it over and over for a few days. After about a week of not listening to it at all, she asked Fred to put his hands up for some reason. (I think she wanted to give him high fives.) She said, "Fred, put your hands up." And Fred replied, "they're playing my song, butterflies away."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I hurried for the camera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a957aa44a16f6690" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da957aa44a16f6690%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8455635A638F00DA78B93FCB400B857B0CB000D7.37D024E02EE3079512A53C1EB808D3AC8BAACE69%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da957aa44a16f6690%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJGvtFvGzyPVDgQs4MXxBcU3DalI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da957aa44a16f6690%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8455635A638F00DA78B93FCB400B857B0CB000D7.37D024E02EE3079512A53C1EB808D3AC8BAACE69%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da957aa44a16f6690%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJGvtFvGzyPVDgQs4MXxBcU3DalI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-5409162142216023714?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5409162142216023714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=5409162142216023714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5409162142216023714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5409162142216023714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/12/party-in-usa.html' title='Party in the USA'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-5806515904168070248</id><published>2009-11-30T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T15:23:36.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fred.  October &amp; November.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He really loves his horse and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-m1AsWUDI/AAAAAAAAC9I/e94nyTBKdsA/s1600-h/tub+(2)ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426739505654026290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-m1AsWUDI/AAAAAAAAC9I/e94nyTBKdsA/s400/tub+(2)ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-mgS52E_I/AAAAAAAAC9A/lDBYNua3-Tk/s1600-h/marker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426739149765219314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-mgS52E_I/AAAAAAAAC9A/lDBYNua3-Tk/s400/marker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First professional haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-mf0uZyAI/AAAAAAAAC84/9y26yo6Y4HI/s1600-h/IMG_0300ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426739141664163842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-mf0uZyAI/AAAAAAAAC84/9y26yo6Y4HI/s400/IMG_0300ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All he wanted to wear was a dishtowel on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-mfo2DbgI/AAAAAAAAC8w/SdzjlHH7upY/s1600-h/DSC_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426739138475027970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-mfo2DbgI/AAAAAAAAC8w/SdzjlHH7upY/s400/DSC_0205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sister's makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-mfKmP0-I/AAAAAAAAC8o/eV6Fxx_C24s/s1600-h/DSC_0175ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426739130355667938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-mfKmP0-I/AAAAAAAAC8o/eV6Fxx_C24s/s400/DSC_0175ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-mevIrfuI/AAAAAAAAC8g/eR7KYPggaTo/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426739122983894754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-mevIrfuI/AAAAAAAAC8g/eR7KYPggaTo/s400/DSC_0070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is wearing my shorts up over his belly and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tanktop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; around his waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-mILk01BI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/PSYhYOdQlq8/s1600-h/dressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426738735481148434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-mILk01BI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/PSYhYOdQlq8/s400/dressed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-mH4M-KtI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/7XbO3XgQ3f8/s1600-h/coocoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426738730280823506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-mH4M-KtI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/7XbO3XgQ3f8/s400/coocoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: blue chalk stains when ground up and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;liquefied&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-mHZTxHDI/AAAAAAAAC8I/lv4rBSiqCFM/s1600-h/chalk+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426738721987828786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-mHZTxHDI/AAAAAAAAC8I/lv4rBSiqCFM/s400/chalk+(4).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating butter. He threw up ten minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-mG44DPZI/AAAAAAAAC8A/RZLF7YBIAKg/s1600-h/butter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426738713281641874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-mG44DPZI/AAAAAAAAC8A/RZLF7YBIAKg/s400/butter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves that green sweater vest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-mGY52voI/AAAAAAAAC74/16OocsYZJ1w/s1600-h/boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426738704699276930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-mGY52voI/AAAAAAAAC74/16OocsYZJ1w/s400/boots.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know if you can tell, but Fred is my favorite. Because two-year-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are funny. The favorite child title usually lasts until about age three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. everything photographed was of his own doing (except the haircut) with no encouragement from us (especially the butter). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-5806515904168070248?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5806515904168070248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=5806515904168070248' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5806515904168070248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5806515904168070248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/01/fred-october-november.html' title='Fred.  October &amp; November.'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-m1AsWUDI/AAAAAAAAC9I/e94nyTBKdsA/s72-c/tub+(2)ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-4266666644741113413</id><published>2009-11-27T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:54:33.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://rellasworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nate &amp;amp; Cyndi Goodrich family &lt;/a&gt;came to our house for Thanksgiving.  They drove all the way from southern Nevada.  We really appreciated it.   It would have been a really sad day without them (we probably would have gone out to eat).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While they were here we did some crafts, went to the Discovery Center museum, ice skating, out to eat (during the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; vs. Utah game--sorry Nate--why didn't you tell me?!), to a movie, played &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blokus&lt;/span&gt;, and just hung out.  Oh, and we had a really yummy Thanksgiving meal.  Home cooked.  Not by me.  I just did a pudding pie.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1PmwM_Fp_I/AAAAAAAAC9Y/yo6mYQJW-qE/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427935691705526258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1PmwM_Fp_I/AAAAAAAAC9Y/yo6mYQJW-qE/s400/DSC_0058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids spent a long time raking these leaves so they could slide into them.  Click on the picture to enlarge.  Fred was so excited to be part of the train.  Then he was left behind, "Hey!"  Then he was happy again because he was on a slide that ended in a pile of leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1Pmvhw6xJI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/iXTUsnyHyy0/s1600-h/slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427935680103367826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1Pmvhw6xJI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/iXTUsnyHyy0/s400/slide.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for the visit!  (And sacrificing football because we don't have cable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-4266666644741113413?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4266666644741113413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=4266666644741113413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4266666644741113413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/4266666644741113413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S1PmwM_Fp_I/AAAAAAAAC9Y/yo6mYQJW-qE/s72-c/DSC_0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-3327483787958474826</id><published>2009-11-14T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T15:23:11.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ice skating&lt;/span&gt; for the first time. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-NvL3qGbI/AAAAAAAAC7w/IrK4hiD7TbU/s1600-h/IMGP0170ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426711917784340914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-NvL3qGbI/AAAAAAAAC7w/IrK4hiD7TbU/s400/IMGP0170ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riding the trails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-Nuif5xPI/AAAAAAAAC7o/BTGHSy-qwxg/s1600-h/IMG_0315ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426711906678850802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-Nuif5xPI/AAAAAAAAC7o/BTGHSy-qwxg/s400/IMG_0315ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-3327483787958474826?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3327483787958474826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=3327483787958474826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/3327483787958474826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/3327483787958474826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-with-dad.html' title='Fun with Dad'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-NvL3qGbI/AAAAAAAAC7w/IrK4hiD7TbU/s72-c/IMGP0170ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-2086028067433569389</id><published>2009-11-06T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:42:02.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fred's Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my new year resolutions was to get settled into our home.  I lost sight of my monthly goals but I did, finally, accomplish something.  Here is Fred's room:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvT5tqRQREI/AAAAAAAACp8/CE6IY6LGulA/s1600-h/done3.jpg"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401216415960155202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvT5tqRQREI/AAAAAAAACp8/CE6IY6LGulA/s400/done3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe painted/drew that picture of her and Fred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvT5trRpQFI/AAAAAAAACp0/-v65TsQ5QiM/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401216416230228050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvT5trRpQFI/AAAAAAAACp0/-v65TsQ5QiM/s400/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvT5tKgCdHI/AAAAAAAACps/wOD0fVeBbt0/s1600-h/done2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401216407432230002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvT5tKgCdHI/AAAAAAAACps/wOD0fVeBbt0/s400/done2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvT5sq5fYdI/AAAAAAAACpk/jKAzFTSjVCw/s1600-h/done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401216398949048786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvT5sq5fYdI/AAAAAAAACpk/jKAzFTSjVCw/s400/done.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-2086028067433569389?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2086028067433569389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=2086028067433569389' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/2086028067433569389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/2086028067433569389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/11/freds-room.html' title='Fred&apos;s Room'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvT5tqRQREI/AAAAAAAACp8/CE6IY6LGulA/s72-c/done3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-1499852613252368642</id><published>2009-10-31T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:00:18.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Corn Maze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0uszdJA7nI/AAAAAAAAC6o/HoNbjZpJqeI/s1600-h/cm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425620176093638258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0uszdJA7nI/AAAAAAAAC6o/HoNbjZpJqeI/s400/cm2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0uszGHr07I/AAAAAAAAC6g/g0A9KspXIXk/s1600-h/cm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425620169914045362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0uszGHr07I/AAAAAAAAC6g/g0A9KspXIXk/s400/cm3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0usytTT8_I/AAAAAAAAC6Y/ErO43jKXBe4/s1600-h/cm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425620163251926002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0usytTT8_I/AAAAAAAAC6Y/ErO43jKXBe4/s400/cm1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-1499852613252368642?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1499852613252368642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=1499852613252368642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1499852613252368642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1499852613252368642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/01/other-corn-maze.html' title='The Other Corn Maze'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0uszdJA7nI/AAAAAAAAC6o/HoNbjZpJqeI/s72-c/cm2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-6991300773676378034</id><published>2009-10-31T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:25:59.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Better to See You With</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all, when I got Fred's shirt out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt; pile to get him dressed I found this spider. Creepy.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svhe84gQGjI/AAAAAAAACrU/DFz5vrzwHPQ/s1600-h/costumes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402172153083730482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svhe84gQGjI/AAAAAAAACrU/DFz5vrzwHPQ/s400/costumes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor Stella, it's not easy being the villain. Fred kept chopping her and he doesn't even know the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svhexr4oiLI/AAAAAAAACrM/tQK2htu3YUc/s1600-h/bbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402171960717772978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svhexr4oiLI/AAAAAAAACrM/tQK2htu3YUc/s400/bbw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvheYI1qRmI/AAAAAAAACrE/kToMAMoqRQo/s1600-h/costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402171521813333602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvheYI1qRmI/AAAAAAAACrE/kToMAMoqRQo/s400/costume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Slipping wig.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvheIsuXm3I/AAAAAAAACq8/KoFcGtm7NJ4/s1600-h/gma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402171256568519538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvheIsuXm3I/AAAAAAAACq8/KoFcGtm7NJ4/s400/gma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didn't you know the story of Little Red Riding Hood has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lumberjack terrorist&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvheIbN7cGI/AAAAAAAACq0/RTCzD5HhhVw/s1600-h/costumes+(33)ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402171251869053026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvheIbN7cGI/AAAAAAAACq0/RTCzD5HhhVw/s400/costumes+(33)ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvheHxUyIoI/AAAAAAAACqs/xJaOP-roZFo/s1600-h/2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402171240623514242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvheHxUyIoI/AAAAAAAACqs/xJaOP-roZFo/s400/2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;When Chloe was four she wanted to be the Big Bad Wolf. We were so happy that she didn't want to be a princess that we granted her wish--even though the costume cost us $50 off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt;. That is why Stella had to wear it this year (even though she wanted to be a princess) and Fred will wear it when he is four. Then we will sell it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt;. They were going for $75 this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-6991300773676378034?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/6991300773676378034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=6991300773676378034' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/6991300773676378034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/6991300773676378034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/11/better-to-see-you-with.html' title='The Better to See You With'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svhe84gQGjI/AAAAAAAACrU/DFz5vrzwHPQ/s72-c/costumes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-5964037953540054405</id><published>2009-10-23T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T15:22:19.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tablerock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Failed Christmas card photo.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S05U9XL548I/AAAAAAAAC7I/n_oGLzPI3zI/s1600-h/tablerock+(10)ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426368014200726466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S05U9XL548I/AAAAAAAAC7I/n_oGLzPI3zI/s400/tablerock+(10)ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S05U7DQMM7I/AAAAAAAAC7A/rc3zr7JJhrE/s1600-h/tablerock+(17).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426367974490256306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S05U7DQMM7I/AAAAAAAAC7A/rc3zr7JJhrE/s400/tablerock+(17).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This isn't as bad except for Fred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S05U6i-9ZMI/AAAAAAAAC64/pRHzYCgy-Mo/s1600-h/tablerock+(14)ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426367965828048066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S05U6i-9ZMI/AAAAAAAAC64/pRHzYCgy-Mo/s400/tablerock+(14)ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/36507798-5964037953540054405?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5964037953540054405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=5964037953540054405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5964037953540054405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5964037953540054405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/01/tablerock.html' title='Tablerock'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S05U9XL548I/AAAAAAAAC7I/n_oGLzPI3zI/s72-c/tablerock+(10)ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-5495076920132015969</id><published>2009-10-23T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:02:15.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My kids loved having their cousins visit. We celebrated Chloe's birthday, went to the Discovery Center and mini golfing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the D.C.: bed of nails, animal hospital, grocery store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sv2ZfDGbUXI/AAAAAAAACu8/umGj4z3QDHU/s1600-h/dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403643886601720178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sv2ZfDGbUXI/AAAAAAAACu8/umGj4z3QDHU/s400/dc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our kids do what we did when we were little--make up dances and plays. Ethan is a good sport. Here we have Ethan and Chloe in a dazzling display of precision choreography:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a7f813ef06a0f33b" 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://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da7f813ef06a0f33b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1018FC570B86CDFFC36AA2C2D526D0E5FD7763F1.7A0E4B68BB6C2982C5ECB11D8681309AE3839E3E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7f813ef06a0f33b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrkFHsxtqtyffxUI7KEkcfATUJOI&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://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da7f813ef06a0f33b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1018FC570B86CDFFC36AA2C2D526D0E5FD7763F1.7A0E4B68BB6C2982C5ECB11D8681309AE3839E3E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7f813ef06a0f33b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrkFHsxtqtyffxUI7KEkcfATUJOI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you believe they haven't received any formal training? Chloe would be really good at dance but we can't afford piano, a sport and dance. So, we'll stick to piano and soccer or gymnastics. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks for the visit Gma &amp;amp; Gpa, Rachel, Ashton &amp;amp; Ethan! Come again soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-5495076920132015969?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5495076920132015969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=5495076920132015969' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5495076920132015969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5495076920132015969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/11/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sv2ZfDGbUXI/AAAAAAAACu8/umGj4z3QDHU/s72-c/dc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-5271178448233843112</id><published>2009-10-17T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:17:21.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mermaid Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chloe told me she wanted a mermaid party before she got too old. I couldn't resist that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It takes a village to throw a party. Rachel and her kids and my mom AND dad came up. They all helped clean and decorate. And Rachel made the awesome cake. My aunt Cheryl was in town and she and Rachel and two teenage girls from the neighborhood put make up on the kids. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svsmzta7vVI/AAAAAAAACtU/6BVTKcvkb1w/s1600-h/party3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402954847768788306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svsmzta7vVI/AAAAAAAACtU/6BVTKcvkb1w/s400/party3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played with moon sand (mermaids probably make sandcastles, right?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Played charades (Ariel lost her voice). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hit a Sponge Bob pinata (he didn't seem to mind). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And found hidden treasure chests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvsmtNpoLKI/AAAAAAAACtM/SrTeKqTcv7k/s1600-h/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402954736161270946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvsmtNpoLKI/AAAAAAAACtM/SrTeKqTcv7k/s400/party.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures of the girls in front of the beach sunset my dad painted. (They are supposed to look like mermaids.) Ethan is a crocodile. Stella is an Egyptian mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvsmswagP0I/AAAAAAAACtE/kI6Td38vGnY/s1600-h/guests.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402954728313208642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvsmswagP0I/AAAAAAAACtE/kI6Td38vGnY/s400/guests.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I sewed these tails. I am pretty impressed with how they came out because it took me four prototypes before I figured out this designs. They are basically aprons with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hot pad&lt;/span&gt; at the bottom--the fin is open in the back so they can slip their feet into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvsmsVL_ciI/AAAAAAAACs8/aA2Z7TCfl8U/s1600-h/DSC_0094ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402954721004581410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvsmsVL_ciI/AAAAAAAACs8/aA2Z7TCfl8U/s400/DSC_0094ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvsmsMwBNbI/AAAAAAAACs0/5-jD7TFTX5g/s1600-h/DSC_0132ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402954718739772850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvsmsMwBNbI/AAAAAAAACs0/5-jD7TFTX5g/s400/DSC_0132ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel made the cake out of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fondant&lt;/span&gt;, brown sugar for sand, hard tack candy for water and a scalloped fruit roll up for the tail. Poor mermaid was being swarmed by sharks. She survived the attack but not with her tail. She is now naked with legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svsmrh7votI/AAAAAAAACss/W9p838zseZ4/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402954707246228178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svsmrh7votI/AAAAAAAACss/W9p838zseZ4/s400/cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe is a really good helper. She is small for her age. And smart for her age.&lt;br /&gt;She is good at following rules and instructions. School comes easily for her. She also loves any kind of art or craft project. She loves riding her bike (just not to school in the morning but I make her anyway) playing soccer, Barbies, Polly Pockets &amp;amp; dolls. She just started gymnastics and I think she is a natural. She loves dancing around to music. Her favorites are Fiona Apple and Miley Cyrus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Chloe! We love having you in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks everyone who helped. Chloe loved it! Oh, and the crowns were behind the recycling in the pantry.&lt;/span&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/36507798-5271178448233843112?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5271178448233843112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=5271178448233843112' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5271178448233843112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5271178448233843112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/11/mermaid-party.html' title='Mermaid Party'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svsmzta7vVI/AAAAAAAACtU/6BVTKcvkb1w/s72-c/party3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-1178170116406510727</id><published>2009-10-14T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:28:40.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footballs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every year we let the kids design their own pumpkin face.  Chloe even carved hers herself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stella's is on the left, Chloe's on the right.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-KMiWuhII/AAAAAAAAC7g/XhQl3lJpuoI/s1600-h/pumpkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426708023989929090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-KMiWuhII/AAAAAAAAC7g/XhQl3lJpuoI/s400/pumpkins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really impressed with Fred's pumpkin.  I told him to draw a circle for the eye then another circle.  He was able to do this very well considering we have never taught him shapes.  Then I told him to draw a line for the mouth.  I carved around the line to create the mouth.  I think it is a very charming pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426708008122883602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-KLnPunhI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/-AagFhwxcnY/s400/jacks.jpg" /&gt;Mom's pumpkin on the left, Dad's on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next to Fred's plate is a pumpkin.  (Yes, he's eating with his helmet on.)  We picked out this football shaped pumpkin then Chloe painted it like a football. It screwed Fred up.  He called all pumpkins footballs the entire Halloween season.  We tried to correct him.  "No, football!"  he'd reply. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426708022101314290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-KMbUcivI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/6uXQVmmi76A/s400/IMG_0284.JPG" /&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/36507798-1178170116406510727?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1178170116406510727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=1178170116406510727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1178170116406510727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1178170116406510727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/10/footballs.html' title='Footballs'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0-KMiWuhII/AAAAAAAAC7g/XhQl3lJpuoI/s72-c/pumpkins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-5607700602182378598</id><published>2009-10-13T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:41:23.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JibJab Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;object id="A64060" quality="high" data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=4IdTll2Bl0QQxgZ8&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=JibJab" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=4IdTll2Bl0QQxgZ8&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=JibJab"&gt;&lt;param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="external_make_id=4IdTll2Bl0QQxgZ8&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=JibJab"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; width: 435px; margin-top: 6px;"&gt;Try JibJab Sendables® &lt;a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards"&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt; today!&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/36507798-5607700602182378598?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5607700602182378598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=5607700602182378598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5607700602182378598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/5607700602182378598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/10/jibjab-halloween-fun.html' title='JibJab Halloween Fun'/><author><name>dantheriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717406448246479750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_zCOCEONFg/SW-jLE8AI0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0au4FhOgSvA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-1217175532657695387</id><published>2009-10-01T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:14:43.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleft continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Fred doesn't NEED to get it fixed.  The muscles in his lip and his palate are completely fine. It won't interfere with his speech. It is strictly cosmetic (though insurance covers it because it is considered a birth defect). I really don't imagine kids teasing him about it.  Maybe in elementary a kid will ask, "Is that a scar?"  And Fred will say, "Yes."  "How did you get it?"  And Fred can reply, "I was born with it." --or-- "I fell down some stairs when I was a baby."  (I think it is more likely he'll get made fun of for missing teeth or being named 'Fred'.)  I can't recall a time when a kid has inquired about his lip.  Maybe I should start asking children what they think.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ha ha.  I just asked Chloe's friend if she had ever noticed Fred's scar.  She tried to look but said she couldn't see it.  So I pointed it out.  Chloe said, "Whoa!  I never noticed that." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; had Stella or Annie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I prefer to just leave it until he wants it fixed (and hope we have good insurance).  Or at least until he's old enough to sit still and watch movies/color/play video games while it heals.  Or until summer when I can ship off the girls.  Or until we have money to cover the deductible. Or until we're about to lose our insurance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-1217175532657695387?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1217175532657695387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=1217175532657695387' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1217175532657695387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1217175532657695387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/10/fred-doesnt-need-to-get-it-fixed.html' title='Cleft continued'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-1218394488667834089</id><published>2009-09-30T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T12:48:06.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Microform Cleft Lip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just found out that Fred has a minor cleft lip. I'm sure many of you are thinking, "Duh, I could have told you that." Here's the thing, I noticed it the first time I held him and we asked the doctors about it. The pediatrician on duty said he'd never seen it before, checked him out and told us that everything (palate, lip) was formed but we could probably smooth out the ridge when he is older if we wanted. I also asked his pediatrician at following visits. No one ever told me it was a cleft until his third visit with the pediatrician here in Idaho. She asked me who fixed his cleft lip. When I told her that nothing was fixed, he was just born like that she said that it was a cleft lip and recommended a surgeon. Insurance covers it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday was the consultation with the surgeon. he said it is a microform cleft. From wikipedia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A mild form of a cleft lip is a microform cleft. A microform cleft can appear as small as a little dent in the red part of the lip or look like a scar from the lip up to the nostril. In some cases &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Orbicularis oris muscle" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orbicularis_oris_muscle"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;muscle tissue in the lip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; underneath the scar is affected and might require reconstructive surgery. It is advised to have newborn infants with a microform cleft checked with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Craniofacial team" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Craniofacial_team"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;craniofacial team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; as soon as possible to determine the severity of the cleft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Basically, it is a cleft lip that decided to fuse together just in time. They are usually fixed at about three months. The doctor said he can make it look better--take away the peak on his lip and smooth out the ridge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SsOH3HCdmiI/AAAAAAAACi4/3ppCutvv0hY/s1600-h/lip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387298960117176866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SsOH3HCdmiI/AAAAAAAACi4/3ppCutvv0hY/s400/lip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SsOH2v3x2MI/AAAAAAAACiw/nr6b2DtEQz8/s1600-h/lip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387298953898350786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SsOH2v3x2MI/AAAAAAAACiw/nr6b2DtEQz8/s400/lip2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's the thing--actually, there are a few things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. I'm not bothered by it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. But maybe Fred will be one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"..children with clefts tend to report more dissatisfaction with peer relationships and higher levels of social anxiety. Experts conclude that this is probably due to the associated stigma of visible deformities and speech abnormalities, if present. Children who are judged as attractive tend to be perceived as more intelligent, exhibit more positive social behaviors, and are treated more positively than children with cleft lip and or cleft palate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cleft_lip_and_palate#cite_note-14"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[15]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Children with clefts tend to report feelings of anger, sadness, fear, and alienation from their peers. Yet these children were similar to their peers in regard to "how well they liked themselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe I'm just biased but i don't think Fred's is drastic enough to make him 'different'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. We can get it fixed anytime. We don't have to do it now. But we have insurance now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. Fred would have to take it easy for ten days after the surgery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;TEN DAYS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;TAKING IT EASY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't even know if that is possible. All throughout the visit Stella and Fred were hugging (which usually results in falling over and wrestling), playing choo choo train, climbing around the room, etc. The doctor recommended shipping Stella off for a week. He said we could have a grandma come stay with us (both grandmas are pretty busy) but that doesn't eliminate the sibling play dynamic. I'm not sure how Stella would do away from the family, by herself. Summer would be better when I could send Chloe with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just don't know if it is worth the hassle (and deductible). I would love to know what everyone thinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fyi: Joaquin Phoenix has a microform cleft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387298966712075714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SsOH3fmzxcI/AAAAAAAACjA/SJdiFra9k2g/s400/juaquin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-1218394488667834089?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1218394488667834089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=1218394488667834089' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1218394488667834089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1218394488667834089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-found-out-that-fred-has-minor.html' title='Microform Cleft Lip'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SsOH3HCdmiI/AAAAAAAACi4/3ppCutvv0hY/s72-c/lip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-457784548410640483</id><published>2009-09-26T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:11:38.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken's a Playuh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was cleaning the playroom while Chloe and Stella were playing with Barbies.  I heard Chloe say, "Everyone who hasn't had a chance to sleep with the prince, get in line."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I asked, "Sleep with the prince?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yeah, each girl gets a turn sleeping with the prince one at a time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Like a sleepover?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Uh...kinda.  And some of the other Barbies are babysitters for the little kids."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Why do they need babysitters?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"They (the prince and princess) just don't want their kids around."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sr6P-Kp3OXI/AAAAAAAACio/JhURprTeKDk/s1600-h/DSC_0182ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385900502556293490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sr6P-Kp3OXI/AAAAAAAACio/JhURprTeKDk/s400/DSC_0182ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huh.  I'm still trying to figure this one out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-457784548410640483?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/457784548410640483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=457784548410640483' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/457784548410640483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/457784548410640483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/09/kens-playuh.html' title='Ken&apos;s a Playuh'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sr6P-Kp3OXI/AAAAAAAACio/JhURprTeKDk/s72-c/DSC_0182ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-2851769718580587444</id><published>2009-09-20T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:01:23.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Picking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chanell&lt;/span&gt; took the preschool kids on a field trip to an apple orchard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what Fred and Stella were doing when they were supposed to be getting in their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;car seats&lt;/span&gt;. Gloves.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0UdIx1tyyI/AAAAAAAAC4o/uuJHgTsDris/s1600-h/DSC_0095ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423773362892426018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0UdIx1tyyI/AAAAAAAAC4o/uuJHgTsDris/s400/DSC_0095ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Johnny Appleseed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423760020275789058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0URAIuA_QI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/jmxLXjvwa50/s400/appleseed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0UdIQvocDI/AAAAAAAAC4g/84T0sk-Bfhg/s1600-h/reach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423773354008539186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0UdIQvocDI/AAAAAAAAC4g/84T0sk-Bfhg/s400/reach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Worm. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423761165550523650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0USCzMylQI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/gBGRimW5xIc/s400/DSC_0119ed.jpg" /&gt;I was trying to get the kids to pose for a picture. But Fred saw something SO EXCITING!&lt;br /&gt;A tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 73px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423760017909883538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0UQ__58IpI/AAAAAAAAC4I/srsnyT4qvcY/s400/tractor!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423760010365496226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0UQ_jzN66I/AAAAAAAAC4A/LdeWHdUtyYM/s400/sibs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423759996698428674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0UQ-w4vBQI/AAAAAAAAC34/0zClSty02t0/s400/apple.jpg" /&gt;This is how I found Fred after his nap.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423759994712457282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0UQ-pfPgEI/AAAAAAAAC3w/PhXjRpwSmis/s400/DSC_0170ed.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-2851769718580587444?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2851769718580587444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=2851769718580587444' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/2851769718580587444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/2851769718580587444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/01/apple-picking.html' title='Apple Picking'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0UdIx1tyyI/AAAAAAAAC4o/uuJHgTsDris/s72-c/DSC_0095ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-8124205285571736265</id><published>2009-09-16T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:38:04.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>September</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all the traveling we did in August I didn't want to go anywhere for a long time. But we left the very next weekend. Cousin Ethan was getting baptized on Labor Day weekend. So I packed the kids up again (leaving Dan behind) and traveled 11 hours to St. George. I didn't get any pictures of the baptism but I documented their favorite things--swimming and cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SynIvEy2iNI/AAAAAAAAC3I/oRIj8OBJrjM/s1600-h/swim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416080737956169938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SynIvEy2iNI/AAAAAAAAC3I/oRIj8OBJrjM/s400/swim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chloe, Ethan, Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SynIpyYwfXI/AAAAAAAAC3A/07RU4NyoV50/s1600-h/dive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416080647115537778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SynIpyYwfXI/AAAAAAAAC3A/07RU4NyoV50/s400/dive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dan did an xterra triathlon (mtn. bike &amp;amp; trail run).&lt;br /&gt;I would like to point out that Dan's head is round, Dalls' is oval and Kyle's is square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SynIpkkND0I/AAAAAAAAC24/tg8FCNBlnPQ/s1600-h/tri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416080643405451074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SynIpkkND0I/AAAAAAAAC24/tg8FCNBlnPQ/s400/tri.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dress up.&lt;br /&gt;Dresses. Pioneer hats. Capes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SynIpICbtdI/AAAAAAAAC2w/MEdD3jhf9Ic/s1600-h/dressup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416080635747612114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SynIpICbtdI/AAAAAAAAC2w/MEdD3jhf9Ic/s400/dressup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corn maze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first photo is of Chloe and Fred waiting for a ride that would never happen because after the photo I found out it cost $2/kid. But the petting zoo was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SynIo6xhklI/AAAAAAAAC2o/-PQX9Rf65EE/s1600-h/goats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416080632187032146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SynIo6xhklI/AAAAAAAAC2o/-PQX9Rf65EE/s400/goats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SynIojuPwzI/AAAAAAAAC2g/yJal8d3Zp_0/s1600-h/cornmz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416080625999266610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SynIojuPwzI/AAAAAAAAC2g/yJal8d3Zp_0/s400/cornmz.jpg" /&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/36507798-8124205285571736265?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8124205285571736265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=8124205285571736265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8124205285571736265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8124205285571736265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/12/september.html' title='September'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SynIvEy2iNI/AAAAAAAAC3I/oRIj8OBJrjM/s72-c/swim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-3399600376594038825</id><published>2009-09-16T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T15:21:49.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Injuries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;August:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fred was wounded and had to get a staple in his head. The doctor said, "Hold him tight, this is going to hurt." Fred merely winced. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0T-r014WXI/AAAAAAAAC3o/sq6cd1w9ScE/s1600-h/staple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423739880133384562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0T-r014WXI/AAAAAAAAC3o/sq6cd1w9ScE/s400/staple2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not going to detail what happened but you can watch the following movie for a hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c8246ddd9dfc1454" 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://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8246ddd9dfc1454%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E331A9C607B9079DE112FA28496773EB3254BAB.216A5DBC12782F6B68EEDF2F0A0F377172CA23FC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8246ddd9dfc1454%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFYSzvxyhqn65hCMlxOqz7tbU4xg&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://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8246ddd9dfc1454%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E331A9C607B9079DE112FA28496773EB3254BAB.216A5DBC12782F6B68EEDF2F0A0F377172CA23FC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8246ddd9dfc1454%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFYSzvxyhqn65hCMlxOqz7tbU4xg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;September:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My pedal fell off my bike during a triathlon. This is what I was thinking:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I can pull out of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asphalt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, helmet.&lt;/em&gt; (As my head hit the ground.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Ow. Ouch. Oh." Repeated many times over the next half hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DNF&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0T-rtUeSVI/AAAAAAAAC3g/SdRD-_6LlAQ/s1600-h/crash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423739878114216274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0T-rtUeSVI/AAAAAAAAC3g/SdRD-_6LlAQ/s400/crash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RIP helmet and shifters. Also damaged, knee, hip, shin, knuckle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the mend. I think this is the stage from which road rash gets its name. It was very itchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0T-rasJRQI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/wRQUPrlimi0/s1600-h/rash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423739873113228546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0T-rasJRQI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/wRQUPrlimi0/s400/rash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Stella's finger. This injury is significant for two reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. It happened right after the long process of picking out fabric at Joann's. Right as I was ready to checkout Stella came crying to me. Still not sure how it happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. I went straight from Joann's to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;instacare&lt;/span&gt; where I spent an hour trying to keep Fred from getting into things he shouldn't and then was sent home with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bandaid&lt;/span&gt;. That turned out to be a very expensive &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bandaid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0T-qxzpf8I/AAAAAAAAC3Q/WZz2kG6P7OU/s1600-h/cut+(2)ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423739862138847170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0T-qxzpf8I/AAAAAAAAC3Q/WZz2kG6P7OU/s400/cut+(2)ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-3399600376594038825?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3399600376594038825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=3399600376594038825' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/3399600376594038825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/3399600376594038825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-injuries.html' title='Some Injuries'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/S0T-r014WXI/AAAAAAAAC3o/sq6cd1w9ScE/s72-c/staple2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-2924633367932567766</id><published>2009-08-31T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:37:41.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August: Part 13: Other Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love these pictures because:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bed-head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stella is feeding Fred and opening her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fred is holding a bear with a pretty dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415325285809032114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SycZp-PWi7I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/zECzErEloKs/s400/hermanos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He always gets it wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415325055974257730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SycZcmCeNEI/AAAAAAAAC2I/GtXo7EvDpSM/s400/DSC_0034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture is of Fred wearing one of Dan's socks and a &lt;em&gt;pair&lt;/em&gt; of mine (the match is wadded up in the heel) and Chloe's cleats on the wong feet. The second is when he insisted on wearing socks with his sandals. Another day he was wearing Stella's church shoes. We were heading out so I switched Stella's shoes for a pair of his. On the way Chloe informed me that he was wearing Stella's. He pulled a switch-a-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;roo&lt;/span&gt; on me. He got to go grocery shopping in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;janes&lt;/span&gt; that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SycZcQHeeTI/AAAAAAAAC2A/bkdaNVZPxec/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415933279944964802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SylCn45V-sI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/6P8gClx50uo/s400/socks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 31st (my birthday) the girls started school. I am teaching preschool with three other moms. I am very proud of myself since I am a lazy person. I actually enjoy it and get so much satisfaction out of not paying $100/month for preschool--not just saving money but the actual act of writing out a check and giving it to someone (on time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SycZb8RsNdI/AAAAAAAAC14/DiVIMzzqgz0/s1600-h/preschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415325044763801042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SycZb8RsNdI/AAAAAAAAC14/DiVIMzzqgz0/s400/preschool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First grade! And Chloe V. and Ashley are in her class!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SycZbt17LSI/AAAAAAAAC1w/gbD2Zh0comA/s1600-h/iPhone2-+001+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415325040889244962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SycZbt17LSI/AAAAAAAAC1w/gbD2Zh0comA/s400/iPhone2-+001+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SycZbZQCFoI/AAAAAAAAC1o/2gtQEwjTwTw/s1600-h/1stday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415325035361605250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SycZbZQCFoI/AAAAAAAAC1o/2gtQEwjTwTw/s400/1stday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We didn't do anything for my birthday and I didn't care--I was too worn out from the month. Thirteen posts to document four weeks. Well, it is done. August was eventful, to say the least--oh wait, I didn't say the least. I said a lot. In thirteen posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7304550@N05/sets/72157622948647480/"&gt;Even more pictures here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-2924633367932567766?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2924633367932567766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=2924633367932567766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/2924633367932567766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/2924633367932567766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/12/august-part-13-other-stuff.html' title='August: Part 13: Other Stuff'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SycZp-PWi7I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/zECzErEloKs/s72-c/hermanos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-8109942649803146826</id><published>2009-08-24T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:36:03.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August: Part 12: Roadtrip: Olympic Nat'l Park: Sol Duc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 5: Hiked to Sol Duc Falls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drove through Seattle to a town I don't remember and stayed in a hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 6: Drove home. Went out to eat for Dan's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kids chillin' while we pack up the trailer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SyZYiWLsL_I/AAAAAAAAC1g/czVrRHbr1dQ/s1600-h/DSC_0346ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415112949053009906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SyZYiWLsL_I/AAAAAAAAC1g/czVrRHbr1dQ/s400/DSC_0346ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls were complaining again about hiking. I told them the sooner we finished the hike the sooner we could head to the hotel and swim. So they ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SyZYhiBDMUI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/WoKPNMsmYjQ/s1600-h/run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415112935049736514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SyZYhiBDMUI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/WoKPNMsmYjQ/s400/run.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I worried that they would fall off the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SyZYhUB5XyI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/qWfrKr1PV0c/s1600-h/fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415112931295190818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SyZYhUB5XyI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/qWfrKr1PV0c/s400/fall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sol Duc Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SyZYgwbVMpI/AAAAAAAAC1I/wKI_R8h2tKE/s1600-h/solduc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415112921738195602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SyZYgwbVMpI/AAAAAAAAC1I/wKI_R8h2tKE/s400/solduc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't realize when I mapped everything out that we would be taking a ferry.&lt;br /&gt;It was very exciting. We also got to see a plane land on water in Seattle and had to wait for a bridge to split so ships could pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid they would fall through that hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SyZYgl-lCGI/AAAAAAAAC1A/y3PaEqtnlNk/s1600-h/DSC_0403ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415112918933244002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SyZYgl-lCGI/AAAAAAAAC1A/y3PaEqtnlNk/s400/DSC_0403ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm very glad I got to see these parks. I'm not so sure that taking the tent trailer was much cheaper. Gas was a lot and campgrounds aren't that cheap. But it was fun!&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/36507798-8109942649803146826?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8109942649803146826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=8109942649803146826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8109942649803146826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8109942649803146826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/12/august-part-12-roadtrip-olympic-natl.html' title='August: Part 12: Roadtrip: Olympic Nat&apos;l Park: Sol Duc'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SyZYiWLsL_I/AAAAAAAAC1g/czVrRHbr1dQ/s72-c/DSC_0346ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-3565622265757321832</id><published>2009-08-22T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:19:08.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August: Part 11: Roadtrip: Olympic Nat'l Park: Kalaloch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 4: Played at the beach. Drove to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hoh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Rain Forest&lt;/span&gt; (in Olympic). Then drove to Sol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Duc&lt;/span&gt; (in Olympic--the park is HUGE!) via Forks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A jellyfish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sxxt5mVZHXI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/uagDzfZkQiY/s1600-h/kb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412321688502738290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sxxt5mVZHXI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/uagDzfZkQiY/s400/kb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids loved playing on all the drift wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412321668408711042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sxxt4beml4I/AAAAAAAACz4/tjnaLojG3eM/s400/wood.jpg" /&gt;The water was freezing! A lot colder than Maine. I didn't even like to put my feet in. But my kids are crazy and had a good time splashing around.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sxxt5BpBmxI/AAAAAAAAC0I/pCExihutr90/s1600-h/s%26f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412321678652971794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sxxt5BpBmxI/AAAAAAAAC0I/pCExihutr90/s400/s%26f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the many times Fred fell in the water. There were signs warning about the riptides. I was afraid he would get swept away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sxxt47tPyMI/AAAAAAAAC0A/XWG5c_cLnNA/s1600-h/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412321677060065474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sxxt47tPyMI/AAAAAAAAC0A/XWG5c_cLnNA/s400/water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fred entertained himself for a long time with feathers. My kids could play on the beach for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxxtTDC1wlI/AAAAAAAACzo/DDPIrRoTtKY/s1600-h/feathers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412321026194653778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxxtTDC1wlI/AAAAAAAACzo/DDPIrRoTtKY/s400/feathers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really wanted it to rain in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rain forest&lt;/span&gt; but it was sunny (rained the next day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412321012011692546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxxtSONW8gI/AAAAAAAACzQ/S54-UtDc3aE/s400/hoh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412321002210308850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxxtRpshsvI/AAAAAAAACzI/gIE7uASpSB8/s400/rainforest.jpg" /&gt;EVERY store in Forks is playing the Twilight card. If they don't sell Twilight junk then they post signs that read, "Bella shops here."&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412321013358198658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxxtSTOY_4I/AAAAAAAACzY/81JZPhmyG1s/s400/forks.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-3565622265757321832?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3565622265757321832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=3565622265757321832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/3565622265757321832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/3565622265757321832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/12/august-part-11-olympic-natl-park.html' title='August: Part 11: Roadtrip: Olympic Nat&apos;l Park: Kalaloch'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sxxt5mVZHXI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/uagDzfZkQiY/s72-c/kb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-1450000854284728258</id><published>2009-08-21T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:17:12.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August: Part 10: Roadtrip: Olympic Nat'l Park: Kalaloch Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 3: Drove to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kalaloch&lt;/span&gt; Beach (west side of Olympic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nat'l&lt;/span&gt; Park).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wiener&lt;/span&gt; roast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412232366437087346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxwcqXtauHI/AAAAAAAACy4/PmVHQ24O55k/s400/DSC_0045.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;So HAPPY! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412232363262267314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxwcqL4ez7I/AAAAAAAACyw/RTQ7EKRL_pQ/s400/so+happy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412232887817960274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxwdIuATe1I/AAAAAAAACzA/MeYrCkUoA1c/s400/jump.jpg" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxwcN8MBBrI/AAAAAAAACyo/CVOjrFuYRns/s1600-h/kalaloch+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412231878012896946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxwcN8MBBrI/AAAAAAAACyo/CVOjrFuYRns/s400/kalaloch+b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxwcNgmiynI/AAAAAAAACyg/8S0gZLCHpDM/s1600-h/sandy+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412231870607968882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxwcNgmiynI/AAAAAAAACyg/8S0gZLCHpDM/s400/sandy+boy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxwcNOC1eZI/AAAAAAAACyY/3g38iw25X6Q/s1600-h/kalaloch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412231865626360210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxwcNOC1eZI/AAAAAAAACyY/3g38iw25X6Q/s400/kalaloch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lizzie &amp;amp; Jill&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxwcM4ixRhI/AAAAAAAACyQ/s41bXJpEfDc/s1600-h/DSC_0157ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412231859854722578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxwcM4ixRhI/AAAAAAAACyQ/s41bXJpEfDc/s400/DSC_0157ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Warming up.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxwcMSmmi5I/AAAAAAAACyI/JeNqWf1fAHI/s1600-h/campfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 109px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412231849670249362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxwcMSmmi5I/AAAAAAAACyI/JeNqWf1fAHI/s400/campfire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We loved &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kalaloch&lt;/span&gt; Beach. The campground is awesome. The beach is beautiful (but cold).&lt;br /&gt;I would love to go back but doubt we will. It is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; far. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(In case you didn't notice we went coast to coast in one month.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-1450000854284728258?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1450000854284728258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=1450000854284728258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1450000854284728258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1450000854284728258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/12/august-part-10-olympic-natl-park.html' title='August: Part 10: Roadtrip: Olympic Nat&apos;l Park: Kalaloch Beach'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxwcqXtauHI/AAAAAAAACy4/PmVHQ24O55k/s72-c/DSC_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-7502547184242307261</id><published>2009-08-20T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:16:49.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August: Part 9: Roadtrip: Mt. Rainier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 1: Drove to Mt. Rainier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 2: Hiked in Mt. Rainier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dan had some time off for Independence day and I wanted to head off on a road trip. He wanted to relax at home. Instead of pouting about it I told myself that I would just go later without him. So about a week after we got home from Maine we took off again. I knew I couldn't handle three kids while hiking and camping so I recruited two girls from church to come with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First fuel stop--still happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxliWkp4kDI/AAAAAAAACyA/_-4gKYyw1sA/s1600-h/pitstoped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411464567198355506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxliWkp4kDI/AAAAAAAACyA/_-4gKYyw1sA/s400/pitstoped.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First campground. We didn't stay in the same place twice and these girls became experts on setting up and taking down the trailer. Their record was 5 minutes. Notice how Stella is comfortable with the babysitters--this only lasted the first day. Then she would only let me do things for her, like zipping her jacket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camp Ohanapecosh/Lizzie &amp;amp; Jill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxliWTPsUWI/AAAAAAAACx4/2YZGTmh8vH8/s1600-h/nanny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411464562525098338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxliWTPsUWI/AAAAAAAACx4/2YZGTmh8vH8/s400/nanny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first hike. Silver Falls. Stella doubles as our special needs child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxlPKpe0aKI/AAAAAAAACxg/NDRAmLeRwaY/s1600-h/DSC_0029ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411443471614765218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxlPKpe0aKI/AAAAAAAACxg/NDRAmLeRwaY/s400/DSC_0029ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hike two. Christine Falls. Stella and one of her many refusals to pose for a photo. Sorry Stella, I'm just stating the facts (except that special needs part). But I'll give her a break since she threw up three of the six nights we were gone. She had reason to be grumpy and want to be carried on the hikes. She is a champion up-chucker and dry-heaver. Doesn't even cry. Good thing I brought lots of blankets. The tent-trailer has three beds. The plan was to have Chloe sleep with one sitter, Stella sleep with the other and Fred sleep with me. Well, Stella and Fred slept with me every night and Chloe even joined us once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxlPKOsnMEI/AAAAAAAACxY/YiqBczjyog4/s1600-h/DSC_0033ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411443464424861762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxlPKOsnMEI/AAAAAAAACxY/YiqBczjyog4/s400/DSC_0033ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hike three. Bench lake with Mt. Rainier in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxlPJkaZcvI/AAAAAAAACxQ/shtUYa5d6_w/s1600-h/IMGP0021ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411443453074174706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxlPJkaZcvI/AAAAAAAACxQ/shtUYa5d6_w/s400/IMGP0021ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1. Hair in faces 2. Squinty eyes 3. A bit blurry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxlPJBIQYGI/AAAAAAAACxI/lPOIbSxRS4w/s1600-h/mtrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 117px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411443443602841698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxlPJBIQYGI/AAAAAAAACxI/lPOIbSxRS4w/s400/mtrain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big slugs at our second campground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxlPIm5xriI/AAAAAAAACxA/cY8hW03rMoc/s1600-h/slug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411443436562787874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxlPIm5xriI/AAAAAAAACxA/cY8hW03rMoc/s400/slug.jpg" /&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/36507798-7502547184242307261?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7502547184242307261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=7502547184242307261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/7502547184242307261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/7502547184242307261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/12/august-part-8-roadtrip-mt-rainier.html' title='August: Part 9: Roadtrip: Mt. Rainier'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxliWkp4kDI/AAAAAAAACyA/_-4gKYyw1sA/s72-c/pitstoped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-8423246814608670223</id><published>2009-08-15T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:00:23.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August: Part 8: Fred's Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day after we got back from Maine we celebrated Fred's birthday at one of those smelly indoor playgrounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So happy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxSdoN8v-gI/AAAAAAAACw4/AWnS531X6uw/s1600/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410122366643599874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxSdoN8v-gI/AAAAAAAACw4/AWnS531X6uw/s400/happy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So sad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxSdnqa3yhI/AAAAAAAACww/dV9Ds1ZWV2Y/s1600/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410122357106264594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxSdnqa3yhI/AAAAAAAACww/dV9Ds1ZWV2Y/s400/sad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we ate mexican food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxSdnQoSmZI/AAAAAAAACwo/jsSgOJ9yoe4/s1600/arriba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410122350183225746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxSdnQoSmZI/AAAAAAAACwo/jsSgOJ9yoe4/s400/arriba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Maybe I'll post about his milestones sometime soon.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-8423246814608670223?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8423246814608670223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=8423246814608670223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8423246814608670223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8423246814608670223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/11/august-part-7-freds-bday.html' title='August: Part 8: Fred&apos;s Bday'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SxSdoN8v-gI/AAAAAAAACw4/AWnS531X6uw/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-178552767979259747</id><published>2009-08-13T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:59:56.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August: Part 7: Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took a day trip to Boston. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svw_4BzUo9I/AAAAAAAACu0/Ud_iUX8l6ng/s1600-h/DSC_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403263884726674386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svw_4BzUo9I/AAAAAAAACu0/Ud_iUX8l6ng/s400/DSC_0117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went to the aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svw_3rw0ttI/AAAAAAAACus/f5d1eZx3qPQ/s1600-h/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403263878810613458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svw_3rw0ttI/AAAAAAAACus/f5d1eZx3qPQ/s400/fish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saw sharks and turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svw_3Vn2YnI/AAAAAAAACuk/kS_7qaNnjPc/s1600-h/tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403263872867394162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svw_3Vn2YnI/AAAAAAAACuk/kS_7qaNnjPc/s400/tank.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then went to an IMAX movie.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Pepe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svw_3M4IuOI/AAAAAAAACuc/X77DPxOsMZo/s1600-h/imax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403263870519785698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svw_3M4IuOI/AAAAAAAACuc/X77DPxOsMZo/s400/imax.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fred loved the subway. Chloe's eyes match her coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svw_29DGzdI/AAAAAAAACuU/CGD0JEnDKgs/s1600-h/subway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403263866270830034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svw_29DGzdI/AAAAAAAACuU/CGD0JEnDKgs/s400/subway.jpg" /&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/36507798-178552767979259747?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/178552767979259747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=178552767979259747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/178552767979259747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/178552767979259747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/11/august-part-6-boston.html' title='August: Part 7: Boston'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Svw_4BzUo9I/AAAAAAAACu0/Ud_iUX8l6ng/s72-c/DSC_0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-1064462720403366166</id><published>2009-08-12T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:59:20.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August: Part 6: Maine: Lake Ossipee Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407139124039211074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SwoEYpN5WEI/AAAAAAAACwg/iX9sc40fE2Y/s400/126.JPG" /&gt;I think the highlight of our trip to Maine was the Lake &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ossipee&lt;/span&gt; Olympics. It was so much fun because everyone was into it. It ended up being a multi-day event but nobody lost interest. Dan's family is really into exercising and there were some challenging events and intense competition. We decided to make it a decathlon, so here are the ten events: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ping pong tournament.&lt;br /&gt;Not just around the world--a full-on tournament with winner's &amp;amp; loser's brackets. (I won.)&lt;br /&gt;Kate &amp;amp; Wayne (dad/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pepe&lt;/span&gt;) staring &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; down.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SwoEYFaMfPI/AAAAAAAACwY/HQlsowmmiYk/s1600/pong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407139114427120882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SwoEYFaMfPI/AAAAAAAACwY/HQlsowmmiYk/s400/pong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2. Hula Hoop.&lt;br /&gt;Two weighted hula hoops. (I won.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SwoENf3WlWI/AAAAAAAACwQ/GPsQBWr0fr8/s1600/hoop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407138932550178146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SwoENf3WlWI/AAAAAAAACwQ/GPsQBWr0fr8/s400/hoop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3. Weight throw. (Sam won.)&lt;br /&gt;Dan's pop was a college hammer throw coach. He has been coaching Dan's mom. She won two gold medals at the Outdoor Master's Track and Field &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nat'l&lt;/span&gt; Championships. She was the one to beat. Check out her form...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SwoENHeznJI/AAAAAAAACwI/kOZVbhIUmms/s1600/weight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 102px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407138926004771986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SwoENHeznJI/AAAAAAAACwI/kOZVbhIUmms/s400/weight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ..then she hit a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SwoEMzZceAI/AAAAAAAACv4/dcwgVWppHdo/s1600/throw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407138920613574658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SwoEMzZceAI/AAAAAAAACv4/dcwgVWppHdo/s400/throw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4. Ping pong toss. (Wayne won.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was supposed to be target shooting but we were out of pellets. Too bad. I think I would have done better with a gun. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 368px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407138519909485298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SwoD1eqJSvI/AAAAAAAACvo/jry-2jO_N6Y/s400/toss.jpg" /&gt;5. Boggle (Scott won.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wanted to reward intelligence also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Time trial. (Stu won.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We biked a three mile loop starting 30 seconds apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Jump rope. (Kate won.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most jumps in 30 seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Kayak rolls. (Val &amp;amp; Stu tied with nine.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most rolls in a minute. Since three people couldn't do this we were all required to take a zero in one event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 372px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407138512864983986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SwoD1Eamu7I/AAAAAAAACvg/gETItWG91AI/s400/roll.jpg" /&gt;9. Swim. (Sam won.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan's mom swam in college and is a swim coach. All his siblings were on the swim team. I took my zero in this event. There were some discrepancies about the standings since the time sheet for one wave went missing.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407138505919998610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SwoD0qiyqpI/AAAAAAAACvQ/m6-KjlJELYY/s400/DSC_0039ed.jpg" /&gt;10. Sculling. (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mardie&lt;/span&gt; won.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan's mom does this for exercise so she had an advantage. I was really bad at it. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407138510719270066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SwoD08bBvLI/AAAAAAAACvY/1jhl6nzgixk/s400/row.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott (bro-in-law) was the overall winner but the scores were really close. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407138498375717298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SwoD0OcGEbI/AAAAAAAACvI/BOt-RGygyrE/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" /&gt;Aftermath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love these picture because it shows how much fun we were having. All chores (and maybe sometimes the kids) were neglected.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407138918973590530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SwoEMtScTAI/AAAAAAAACvw/gJu1SFdVrCU/s400/mess.jpg" /&gt; Rule is loser gets to come up with the next year's events. I can't wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-1064462720403366166?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1064462720403366166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=1064462720403366166' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1064462720403366166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1064462720403366166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/11/lake-ossipee-olympics.html' title='August: Part 6: Maine: Lake Ossipee Olympics'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SwoEYpN5WEI/AAAAAAAACwg/iX9sc40fE2Y/s72-c/126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-6642990684105974760</id><published>2009-08-10T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:41:19.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August: Part 5: Maine: Lake House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our second week in Maine was spent at the lake. Dan's parents bought and renovated a house on a lake. This was our first stay there. It was beautiful and full of fun:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swims across the lake (Meme paddling along side Dan, towing Chloe).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvnST4pW3rI/AAAAAAAACsU/UgGZKpHmVNA/s1600-h/lakeswim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402580467072818866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvnST4pW3rI/AAAAAAAACsU/UgGZKpHmVNA/s400/lakeswim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bbq's. (Thanks for all the meals, Kate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvnSTTy3brI/AAAAAAAACsE/NShZ7oKPxT4/s1600-h/bbq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402580457180589746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvnSTTy3brI/AAAAAAAACsE/NShZ7oKPxT4/s400/bbq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pop &amp;amp; Meme. Great Grammy &amp;amp; Pepe. Fred is a mooch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvnSFTLksWI/AAAAAAAACr8/WlbjfllpCdg/s1600-h/bbq2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402580216497615202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvnSFTLksWI/AAAAAAAACr8/WlbjfllpCdg/s400/bbq2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meme shuttling kids to the neighbors trampoline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sal kept sliding next to Stella and Stella would slide away--until they tipped over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvnSE6jropI/AAAAAAAACr0/Jo0dhvLrHBg/s1600-h/lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402580209887847058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvnSE6jropI/AAAAAAAACr0/Jo0dhvLrHBg/s400/lake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvnSEiLxK8I/AAAAAAAACrs/APu_-KCPYWY/s1600-h/smores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402580203345095618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvnSEiLxK8I/AAAAAAAACrs/APu_-KCPYWY/s400/smores.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvnSEd3ZsmI/AAAAAAAACrk/Fb5wOVvHvvU/s1600-h/128ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402580202185929314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvnSEd3ZsmI/AAAAAAAACrk/Fb5wOVvHvvU/s400/128ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camp-out with Pepe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvnSDlNw3bI/AAAAAAAACrc/9917f8OCpbQ/s1600-h/82.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402580186978901426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvnSDlNw3bI/AAAAAAAACrc/9917f8OCpbQ/s400/82.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fred's Birthday. We flew back home the day before he turned two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh. One more ticket from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Stella's curls in the East.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402580463939935170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvnSTs-a28I/AAAAAAAACsM/k_WOzb_UA6Q/s400/fredbday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-6642990684105974760?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/6642990684105974760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=6642990684105974760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/6642990684105974760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/6642990684105974760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/11/august-part-5-maine-lake-house.html' title='August: Part 5: Maine: Lake House'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvnST4pW3rI/AAAAAAAACsU/UgGZKpHmVNA/s72-c/lakeswim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-8755188183577124220</id><published>2009-08-06T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T12:26:56.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August: Part 4:  Maine: Beach House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You didn't think I was done, did you? This is only the first week of our trip. Last beach post then it's on to the lake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every year we like to walk out to the islands when the tide is low. It is all about discovery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvT755_0oLI/AAAAAAAACqk/ZX5sLVTR6Jo/s1600-h/discover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401218825363693746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvT755_0oLI/AAAAAAAACqk/ZX5sLVTR6Jo/s400/discover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love having &lt;a href="http://teamhyldahl.blogspot.com/"&gt;team Hyldahl&lt;/a&gt; visit us from Massachussets every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvT75rL_mTI/AAAAAAAACqc/MsY5q3Apy-E/s1600-h/DSC_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401218821388212530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvT75rL_mTI/AAAAAAAACqc/MsY5q3Apy-E/s400/DSC_0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvT75DF5CWI/AAAAAAAACqU/iQtr2pvC1s4/s1600-h/gulls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401218810625198434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvT75DF5CWI/AAAAAAAACqU/iQtr2pvC1s4/s400/gulls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone wanted a turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvT74yvV5LI/AAAAAAAACqM/bHaOZ5fCIs8/s1600-h/pole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401218806235653298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvT74yvV5LI/AAAAAAAACqM/bHaOZ5fCIs8/s400/pole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvT74p6-GJI/AAAAAAAACqE/4n41LHGwqwU/s1600-h/trap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401218803868506258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvT74p6-GJI/AAAAAAAACqE/4n41LHGwqwU/s400/trap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even more pictures on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7304550@N05/sets/72157622579771121/"&gt;flickr&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/36507798-8755188183577124220?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8755188183577124220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=8755188183577124220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8755188183577124220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8755188183577124220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-maine-beach-house-part-4.html' title='August: Part 4:  Maine: Beach House'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SvT755_0oLI/AAAAAAAACqk/ZX5sLVTR6Jo/s72-c/discover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-8276475431276767153</id><published>2009-08-03T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T12:26:31.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August: Part 3:  Maine: Beach House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Across the street from the house and over a bit is this sandy beach without waves. It had been a cool day and I wasn't expecting the kids to swim--that's why Fred is in a diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuZ8S80n9fI/AAAAAAAACpQ/vZnj_8ReeiY/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397137868456457714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuZ8S80n9fI/AAAAAAAACpQ/vZnj_8ReeiY/s400/hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crab walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuZ8SnB2oxI/AAAAAAAACpI/YYRV-5nk1go/s1600-h/crab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397137862606365458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuZ8SnB2oxI/AAAAAAAACpI/YYRV-5nk1go/s400/crab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuZ8JrieB7I/AAAAAAAACpA/XIbQWYAyrmc/s1600-h/boats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397137709198084018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuZ8JrieB7I/AAAAAAAACpA/XIbQWYAyrmc/s400/boats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took off Fred's bloated diaper and put Sal's shorts on him. They were a little too stiff and sandy for him.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397137869489739058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuZ8TAq-lTI/AAAAAAAACpY/ONbm2AOhJgA/s400/nakey.jpg" border="0" /&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/36507798-8276475431276767153?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8276475431276767153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=8276475431276767153' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8276475431276767153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/8276475431276767153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/10/august-maine-beach-house-part-3.html' title='August: Part 3:  Maine: Beach House'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuZ8S80n9fI/AAAAAAAACpQ/vZnj_8ReeiY/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-3147025653512347831</id><published>2009-08-02T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T12:26:10.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August: Part 2:  Maine: Beach House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Across the street from the beach house is what we call "The Rocky Beach". The kids love to climb on the rocks, play in the pools, hum to snails, and catch crabs. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuSgVcGIfxI/AAAAAAAACow/8dTHO8YhGi4/s1600-h/rockybeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396614543676309266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuSgVcGIfxI/AAAAAAAACow/8dTHO8YhGi4/s400/rockybeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dan's family, minus Ben (on a mission) and Valerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuSgVG0CdcI/AAAAAAAACoo/pJ0hJfbW4Dk/s1600-h/rocky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396614537963271618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuSgVG0CdcI/AAAAAAAACoo/pJ0hJfbW4Dk/s400/rocky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sand and freckles.&lt;br /&gt;Chloe was all about climbing on the rocks this year. Too bad she doesn't have an older cousin to keep up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuSgU4HU4rI/AAAAAAAACog/7Yt0d51ruBk/s1600-h/rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396614534017639090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuSgU4HU4rI/AAAAAAAACog/7Yt0d51ruBk/s400/rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chloe in 2006 &amp;amp; again with Stella in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuSgLu3DaYI/AAAAAAAACoY/Sma5laq7Zs4/s1600-h/sbob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396614376914643330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuSgLu3DaYI/AAAAAAAACoY/Sma5laq7Zs4/s400/sbob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sal is totally working those glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuSgLRlKKuI/AAAAAAAACoQ/F33Rje9h6BM/s1600-h/glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396614369054960354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuSgLRlKKuI/AAAAAAAACoQ/F33Rje9h6BM/s400/glasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kids love Rowe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuSgE_xHDBI/AAAAAAAACoI/pEquZ1oHkSw/s1600-h/playing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396614261194034194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuSgE_xHDBI/AAAAAAAACoI/pEquZ1oHkSw/s400/playing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the beach house.&lt;br /&gt;Fred loves the iphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuSgAkMVMrI/AAAAAAAACoA/QNWMXnlbKYw/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396614185072538290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuSgAkMVMrI/AAAAAAAACoA/QNWMXnlbKYw/s400/house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The guys were worried about the lobster--the pot was a little small.&lt;br /&gt;Fred on Dad's lap at dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;The carnage.&lt;br /&gt;Chloe loved the muscles and continued to eat them long after everyone had left the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuSgAQ49LlI/AAAAAAAACn4/i2GtuvaEUNg/s1600-h/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396614179890998866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuSgAQ49LlI/AAAAAAAACn4/i2GtuvaEUNg/s400/dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c6d665ab798fc094" 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.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6d665ab798fc094%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58D99130C62CA0A58F281BBA71E8E173F44455FC.28DA97F129DC440CC280CD9356732266BA8190F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6d665ab798fc094%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD5-zfJBF4JtPGKG5wb4CqG6shDg&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.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6d665ab798fc094%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58D99130C62CA0A58F281BBA71E8E173F44455FC.28DA97F129DC440CC280CD9356732266BA8190F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6d665ab798fc094%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD5-zfJBF4JtPGKG5wb4CqG6shDg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-3147025653512347831?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3147025653512347831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=3147025653512347831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/3147025653512347831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/3147025653512347831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/10/august-maine-part-2.html' title='August: Part 2:  Maine: Beach House'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuSgVcGIfxI/AAAAAAAACow/8dTHO8YhGi4/s72-c/rockybeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-7453944267481644218</id><published>2009-08-01T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T12:25:50.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August: Part 1: Maine: Beach House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A foggy day at the beach.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuPC_TiKBSI/AAAAAAAACnI/7pHZeuWfRPA/s1600-h/waves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396371171351069986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuPC_TiKBSI/AAAAAAAACnI/7pHZeuWfRPA/s400/waves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Aunt Kate &amp;amp; cousin Sala)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuPC7jUlmWI/AAAAAAAACnA/ovlj0UL0g3g/s1600-h/fred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396371106869647714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuPC7jUlmWI/AAAAAAAACnA/ovlj0UL0g3g/s400/fred.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/36507798-7453944267481644218?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7453944267481644218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=7453944267481644218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/7453944267481644218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/7453944267481644218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-maine-part-1.html' title='August: Part 1: Maine: Beach House'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SuPC_TiKBSI/AAAAAAAACnI/7pHZeuWfRPA/s72-c/waves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-1360653709160845762</id><published>2009-07-29T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:12:51.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spudman Triathlon&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/St0l9MDAAjI/AAAAAAAACkQ/pR_oMOSaEhw/s1600-h/spudman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394509661795779122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/St0l9MDAAjI/AAAAAAAACkQ/pR_oMOSaEhw/s400/spudman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summer Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/St0l8iEchUI/AAAAAAAACkI/O90pLoOcFFg/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394509650527552834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/St0l8iEchUI/AAAAAAAACkI/O90pLoOcFFg/s400/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You may think Fred is doing a &lt;a href="http://www.nuvopixel.com/blog/uploaded_images/Nacho_Libre_02-1280-1-719912.jpg"&gt;Nacho&lt;/a&gt; impersonation but he is actually saying "cheese". He really gets into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mtn. Biking up Bogus Basin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/St0l8M9PSLI/AAAAAAAACkA/MmDWaveXXC8/s1600-h/mtnbike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394509644860180658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/St0l8M9PSLI/AAAAAAAACkA/MmDWaveXXC8/s400/mtnbike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred loves his horseys and his binks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/St0l7otZupI/AAAAAAAACj4/AMsI3U3w3S0/s1600-h/mr.+ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394509635130079890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/St0l7otZupI/AAAAAAAACj4/AMsI3U3w3S0/s400/mr.+ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I leave these in his crib but he climbs in after them. I bought two horses in case anything should happen to one. (Stella's dog was left at a hotel this summer.) Usually when he has them it means it is nap time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-1360653709160845762?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1360653709160845762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=1360653709160845762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1360653709160845762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/1360653709160845762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-july.html' title='More July'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/St0l9MDAAjI/AAAAAAAACkQ/pR_oMOSaEhw/s72-c/spudman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-651031357951626918</id><published>2009-07-16T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:50:38.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sr6FuTXbF4I/AAAAAAAACig/I3CYidGV3c8/s1600-h/chloefloat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385889234900686722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sr6FuTXbF4I/AAAAAAAACig/I3CYidGV3c8/s400/chloefloat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sr6Ft8d_B5I/AAAAAAAACiY/-JPyhJzMxO0/s1600-h/stellafloat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385889228754192274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sr6Ft8d_B5I/AAAAAAAACiY/-JPyhJzMxO0/s400/stellafloat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sr6FtiKmshI/AAAAAAAACiQ/2-6SbZyXXIk/s1600-h/fredswim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385889221693583890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sr6FtiKmshI/AAAAAAAACiQ/2-6SbZyXXIk/s400/fredswim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our favorite things about our neighborhood is the pools. There are four pools in the development. The nearest is half a block from our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-651031357951626918?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/651031357951626918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=651031357951626918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/651031357951626918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/651031357951626918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoa.html' title='HOA'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Sr6FuTXbF4I/AAAAAAAACig/I3CYidGV3c8/s72-c/chloefloat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36507798.post-9185592250951185698</id><published>2009-07-04T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:50:04.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Srw5z9OHg6I/AAAAAAAACiI/UXaQi98-T-E/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year I realize that we need some Independence day traditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our neighborhood has a kid's parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Srw3vbfWL4I/AAAAAAAACh4/QxKyd8y9RLU/s1600-h/DSC_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385240542400884610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Srw3vbfWL4I/AAAAAAAACh4/QxKyd8y9RLU/s400/DSC_0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Srw3u8zHIcI/AAAAAAAAChw/vjEuaUXaEBI/s1600-h/DSC_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385240534162284994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Srw3u8zHIcI/AAAAAAAAChw/vjEuaUXaEBI/s400/DSC_0372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Srw3uUX_yMI/AAAAAAAACho/GLWf4SovVRo/s1600-h/DSC_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385240523311139010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Srw3uUX_yMI/AAAAAAAACho/GLWf4SovVRo/s400/DSC_0375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes Dan closes his eyes in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Srw3E9apVoI/AAAAAAAAChg/bZnWwekMrEc/s1600-h/DSC_0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385239812773598850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Srw3E9apVoI/AAAAAAAAChg/bZnWwekMrEc/s400/DSC_0382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Srw25-dqsaI/AAAAAAAAChY/ulk0uC2FKyA/s1600-h/DSC_0386ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385239624076145058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Srw25-dqsaI/AAAAAAAAChY/ulk0uC2FKyA/s400/DSC_0386ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we went to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385241439626369922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Srw4jp6km4I/AAAAAAAACiA/DjrWNvD5L_Q/s400/IMGP0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Funtastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b1319de79050540" 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://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0b1319de79050540%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74098E502042F30D71903257E845B28B9105CC6D.4A95775CFE8FFCA7F61F0613E056971BF076069F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db1319de79050540%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7bcAE3fwpJQx4G_iYpVXy3WX5zY&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://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0b1319de79050540%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74098E502042F30D71903257E845B28B9105CC6D.4A95775CFE8FFCA7F61F0613E056971BF076069F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db1319de79050540%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7bcAE3fwpJQx4G_iYpVXy3WX5zY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... recycled water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5febb5d666c0f58" 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://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D05febb5d666c0f58%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D362336E9EE323F2CC764B5BA604188CCD18C1ED9.2896CBB5D9FD2FE725D3F764F77F2AA7167917DD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5febb5d666c0f58%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8GOtOAvazP0EvzOKZjxLpK4JYYY&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://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D05febb5d666c0f58%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330447009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D362336E9EE323F2CC764B5BA604188CCD18C1ED9.2896CBB5D9FD2FE725D3F764F77F2AA7167917DD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5febb5d666c0f58%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8GOtOAvazP0EvzOKZjxLpK4JYYY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Reichner&lt;/span&gt; Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Srw25ZmeWGI/AAAAAAAAChQ/xdmFruSy4yk/s1600-h/cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385239614180972642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Srw25ZmeWGI/AAAAAAAAChQ/xdmFruSy4yk/s400/cousins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fyi&lt;/span&gt;: it doesn't get dark in Boise until after ten o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36507798-9185592250951185698?l=chloestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/feeds/9185592250951185698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36507798&amp;postID=9185592250951185698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/9185592250951185698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36507798/posts/default/9185592250951185698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloestella.blogspot.com/2009/09/july-4th.html' title='July 4th'/><author><name>k8theriver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395810345003248458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/SQabMtwcKBI/AAAAAAAABJk/vTD-9SiGlgA/S220/maze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBfOBpfPD4/Srw3vbfWL4I/AAAAAAAACh4/QxKyd8y9RLU/s72-c/DSC_0371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
