tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57331735922290626922024-03-13T20:11:43.055-07:00Frazier Family HourJon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-21035052925874392642011-10-30T20:05:00.000-07:002011-10-30T20:42:08.162-07:00Hee Haw Halloween<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAvJXCjHfeeSdDZVDh_DvX9UnkYaWW13QfRElf0fuFKgLwy3TWkNEuBuKIfUz8xx1FYfuizljfkJ-dmzmKhYpCbd0iUczLp751coXGdFG_1JufdwMNrpQlf0AHvTLw8oVSjPSy1fRg6PM/s1600/044.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669494194448474658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAvJXCjHfeeSdDZVDh_DvX9UnkYaWW13QfRElf0fuFKgLwy3TWkNEuBuKIfUz8xx1FYfuizljfkJ-dmzmKhYpCbd0iUczLp751coXGdFG_1JufdwMNrpQlf0AHvTLw8oVSjPSy1fRg6PM/s320/044.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtZ68FYHH5Vyflnsy7-aXdsoR62q_PowDx4LCm5aABk3lxw_NLRYXk_9F1nQ5jokqduc-j8bfxn-hbFVWPM7NWkWFdoMW6R2e9k4UYIzzW9sSD11t9tUZTstyrr-GYXQtarhKrtwSWo0/s1600/048.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; 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WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669493007608388834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaLDF6sMozU1GQztEwwTwDsp19HLuuNVFJ12XYEqAvGE6NiwDTgqwHhsGUj5o6Eof9LbRB0I1d3uwoS0_p79joFgAjgEQCzLF4741p40xcj2LrABx9_fY9FN1mzjxNU382NbGoYie9VoU/s320/064.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkuFBH8wFmn0aTahQJrtJDFBvdRSjkscntA9dxKkyii0D_-Z3ora6hMWbJkgDeW9TKtDjGcC9wihkZaVorFDQUl6AznGxUZG3PpqF67mJI8vnlgcXTCN68YO-KTf7yFRD2I8xr3zUF3O4/s1600/065.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669492860106384386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkuFBH8wFmn0aTahQJrtJDFBvdRSjkscntA9dxKkyii0D_-Z3ora6hMWbJkgDeW9TKtDjGcC9wihkZaVorFDQUl6AznGxUZG3PpqF67mJI8vnlgcXTCN68YO-KTf7yFRD2I8xr3zUF3O4/s320/065.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div>This year Aimee and I decided to take the kids to Hee Haw Farms for Halloween. Of course the kids fell asleep on the 10 minute ride from our house to Pleasant Grove, but didn't stay asleep long once we told them about pony rides, slides, and corn mazes. Mollee's first pony ride was in a steel drum cut out to look like a pony. It was actually a train attached to a tractor. She liked it but when they brought out the REAL ponies, she got really excited. </div><br /><div>After riding the pony, it was time to go extreme. There was a 20 foot slide and a hay jump. The slide was fun and the kids went down it at least 10 times. You had to stay to the right, or there was a nasty bump you would hit at the bottom. Mollee suprised me by doing the hay jump with me. We jumped off a bail of hay stacked at least 6 feet high. Pretty impressive for a 5 year old.</div><br /><div>Next it was on to the corn pit where the kids buried themselves and other kids too. Logan tried to eat the corn, but after we told him no he realized that throwing it was just as fun. </div><br /><div>We went through a blow-up haunted house for kids and then went off to the corn maze. Aimee and I figured that the maze was for kids and wouldn't take too long to go through. After an hour in the stupid thing, we realized it was a full blown maze and we had no idea how to get out. Luckily, we could see a large tree that was at the entrance and worked our way back. While being lost, I taught the kids how to shuck corn. Logan tried to eat that corn too.<br />After finally getting out, we wanted to take a hay ride and pick out pumpkins from the patch behind the corn maze. It was getting dark so it was the last ride out to the pumpkin patch. Aimee, the kids and I were the only ones to get off. The guy gave us a flashlight and said he would be back. We managed to find our way to the pumpkins using the flashlight. We found a few that were ok, but felt obligated to get some, since the guy let us go out there in the dark.</div><br /><div>We decided once we got back, that we really didn't want them so we ditched them and headed back to the slide for a few more runs. Of course, our family trip wouldn't be complete unless I lost something. My keys. Luckily I knew just where I had left them. I checked a gift shop close by and someone had turned them in. I think Aimee hates how lucky I am sometimes.</div><br /><div>All in all, it was a lot of fun. I think we will be going back again next year. </div><br /><div>Happy Halloween!!!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-65216441747737333232011-07-17T09:43:00.000-07:002011-07-17T09:55:40.731-07:00Camping disaster!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcyPzfrWcLvEgNGXoKrkhKgLtrdQyqqj04wkhwUDLbhyphenhyphenSEcDBhhusr9n9pYfifK0VzvJwfzmpEV2-IHmQzidlz3tDBHw_WintsKTlWov7wPCxZQkXD1qqLZfVdHHsO1O07Dw7r0jlR5kQ/s1600/064.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630365826081877010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcyPzfrWcLvEgNGXoKrkhKgLtrdQyqqj04wkhwUDLbhyphenhyphenSEcDBhhusr9n9pYfifK0VzvJwfzmpEV2-IHmQzidlz3tDBHw_WintsKTlWov7wPCxZQkXD1qqLZfVdHHsO1O07Dw7r0jlR5kQ/s320/064.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGab1zh8FZP8UikYthsIjBDlDQGQR1kX0jwO7-RA1cnBhcO3Fajpp140dCh5ZdYvJu0Ezhaj0Qgbgase5xLf4D23k5juefmIxkXEZvoLORRT-OmdOJCr_N0ZjrR-J-vIyC-pefpYPMe5I/s1600/061.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630365394884370866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGab1zh8FZP8UikYthsIjBDlDQGQR1kX0jwO7-RA1cnBhcO3Fajpp140dCh5ZdYvJu0Ezhaj0Qgbgase5xLf4D23k5juefmIxkXEZvoLORRT-OmdOJCr_N0ZjrR-J-vIyC-pefpYPMe5I/s320/061.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>As my family expands (with new in-laws) I am quickly realizing that enjoying the same activities together are getting tougher. We all have different ideas on what is "fun" and we are all very expressive of what we like and don't like to do. For Memorial Weekend we headed to Moab to camp. The weather was really not cooperating with winds over 40 miles per hour and some were really struggling. We ended up calling it quits early and heading home bickering with each other for the rest of the long weekend. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Since that time I have pondered how to help everyone enjoy the family activities that are planned. My mom has a good perspective of just throwing ideas out to the group and telling everyone that if they want to go, they can and if they don't want to then they don't have to. In my perfect world, I would like a little more give and take. Just because someone doesn't like something it doesn't mean that activity has to become the stupidest thing and everyone that wants to do it is stupid too. Negativity hurts the group and I'm part of the party poopers many of times. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I'm going to try to accept that others have likes and dislikes that I share the opposite opinion on and I'm going to stretch myself to do things that I may not want to do without complaining about it. Hey, maybe I'll even find some new hobbies! I love ALL my family and am excited to see how I can learn and grow from new perspectives.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-53966424038198858212011-06-06T20:37:00.000-07:002011-06-06T21:51:00.990-07:00Houston Zoo<div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-r5dPtBwjhyg3-c-eiXJd_iEJRidIJQ6pMfPk40bjmA-fYS5AreSYKbnIgkO_H0qIJY5V3gJihDtmh7OJVhdLeHG4EgAfhNB1gEr7nv0_IkNSI0oNhobvym3CuNlEO2et9PawQqwZVQs/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615322148510252594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-r5dPtBwjhyg3-c-eiXJd_iEJRidIJQ6pMfPk40bjmA-fYS5AreSYKbnIgkO_H0qIJY5V3gJihDtmh7OJVhdLeHG4EgAfhNB1gEr7nv0_IkNSI0oNhobvym3CuNlEO2et9PawQqwZVQs/s320/005.JPG" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div>One of the things our whole family wanted to do when we visited Houston was to go to the zoo. Especially Mollee. She was dying to see the giraffes. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>We started off going to the kids petting zoo and Mollee had a blast petting all the goats. In fact, I think we petted each goat at least twice, then as we were leaving she saw brushes that were available to the kids to brush the goats with. So we had to go back in a brush at least 5 or 6 goats too.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZDuIIU3dGjX_SG1JVJW1wpuYDYRyRCf17gAAKNne3Dr7SfWOD0lc886YBBxQvLQCmDZot67lBg78TEt-hmYSUTvMLXJQ9j4tGqlC41x4436OQ7DBk2sGG7JuTxGtQ8E6N7DWlWaePaKg/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615319393238325730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZDuIIU3dGjX_SG1JVJW1wpuYDYRyRCf17gAAKNne3Dr7SfWOD0lc886YBBxQvLQCmDZot67lBg78TEt-hmYSUTvMLXJQ9j4tGqlC41x4436OQ7DBk2sGG7JuTxGtQ8E6N7DWlWaePaKg/s320/006.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><div>I don't think Logan likes anything bigger than a cat. Dogs freak him out and he wasn't happy to be close to this goat either.<br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Once Mollee touched the snake, we were off to the giraffes. She couldn't wait any longer.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpGgtfKtudW2rBEwIVFb4x7KgaBRczvDm0BwP-3-xq4V8026Tr7TJN-61uyp-qqKpWv7sgvs3sr-l6LcTqbw_zqo4xfT9HXRtZWWQkHaBP78z4x48MKMn2TQ8wyAhFpCbUwRULIIDZOOw/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615319843865456530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpGgtfKtudW2rBEwIVFb4x7KgaBRczvDm0BwP-3-xq4V8026Tr7TJN-61uyp-qqKpWv7sgvs3sr-l6LcTqbw_zqo4xfT9HXRtZWWQkHaBP78z4x48MKMn2TQ8wyAhFpCbUwRULIIDZOOw/s320/008.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div>Mollee and her cousin Tristen were able to go and feed the giraffes some lettuce leaves. Mollee chose to feed the baby one and thought its long black tongue was "pretty cool".</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div>Off to the Lions. They were roaring when we got there, which was pretty fun to hear. Then they settled down under a tree to rest for a while </div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXaUUm2QHCjB03WI-4K4PQFqU6Xa4CXvSXwUqAmzIG-yJBsgy_9tfchc8533Y7glmRFGXPr5O_evAy71xP6sbW15IjHPBlBx64woZjArGlUmTcOIdwX2jRCxovKb9l3SgOAL0_5ALVU4k/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615321361387090706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXaUUm2QHCjB03WI-4K4PQFqU6Xa4CXvSXwUqAmzIG-yJBsgy_9tfchc8533Y7glmRFGXPr5O_evAy71xP6sbW15IjHPBlBx64woZjArGlUmTcOIdwX2jRCxovKb9l3SgOAL0_5ALVU4k/s320/012.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzkCrk24p3ekbLlG2IeGavkkxCbk0crbfwIBRWoGxvrZ8jzQrxOpGKjJ1OMTZrwBC6vWalpvFQt2dhqtvlvTXkYzWvMH3yS1mBxcTflO6jHqEQd6BIq6Ib0lF-8S9LHOyZhm0OpWq6Hd4/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615321664785812210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzkCrk24p3ekbLlG2IeGavkkxCbk0crbfwIBRWoGxvrZ8jzQrxOpGKjJ1OMTZrwBC6vWalpvFQt2dhqtvlvTXkYzWvMH3yS1mBxcTflO6jHqEQd6BIq6Ib0lF-8S9LHOyZhm0OpWq6Hd4/s320/017.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div>I found out that one of the lions was named after me. It seems we have a lot of similarities.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4OrQGFxTDjaKd7mp2Si8ipIv4bkKG8FnE4469Tnr4isHJt3NgtlMeu7GkuwKkzNJDFWG9fVSOqTKmQCRBKtxbvjOJGOf6DAx1jxAWzmyNXXgx7N8x87olzHfcpu0VG_Re6CWvQ_rkEb8/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615323316156694066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4OrQGFxTDjaKd7mp2Si8ipIv4bkKG8FnE4469Tnr4isHJt3NgtlMeu7GkuwKkzNJDFWG9fVSOqTKmQCRBKtxbvjOJGOf6DAx1jxAWzmyNXXgx7N8x87olzHfcpu0VG_Re6CWvQ_rkEb8/s320/014.JPG" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div>Besides lions, we saw tigers, bears, monkeys elephants, chimps, cougars, all kinds of birds, zebras, and....</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwueNtd-EqooIGgu_9xSr7VYO2ZXQSDvLC4x2VdgwYoo9xtte8O-d83F3mKn2Rrs1TC7kIs_ikwRXNpuTey8f-SZQJYLRV6SR3qFZOvJsIXDmXIF5_5kxja6P6xX6oRz_qPAqC0x8woEs/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615324489889910754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwueNtd-EqooIGgu_9xSr7VYO2ZXQSDvLC4x2VdgwYoo9xtte8O-d83F3mKn2Rrs1TC7kIs_ikwRXNpuTey8f-SZQJYLRV6SR3qFZOvJsIXDmXIF5_5kxja6P6xX6oRz_qPAqC0x8woEs/s320/018.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Texas Longhorns. Don't know why they had those at the zoo....?<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-49690733928008189192011-05-21T19:54:00.000-07:002011-05-21T20:03:11.052-07:00Who's Burial Plot?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju31YAzMeStNtf0YOpqp3n2eFgFuxdVCrKi0r9JfqC-S6og4Z1XffraShkSS_AZAtmKx3QKNf0avvvJjSwDz7C2Jo90zvqfawxGOlx-64L8yf86VyXDSFMWSxvH7La8ee9F2AZIIpovg8/s1600/100_0046.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609369116401924690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju31YAzMeStNtf0YOpqp3n2eFgFuxdVCrKi0r9JfqC-S6og4Z1XffraShkSS_AZAtmKx3QKNf0avvvJjSwDz7C2Jo90zvqfawxGOlx-64L8yf86VyXDSFMWSxvH7La8ee9F2AZIIpovg8/s320/100_0046.JPG" /></a> Aimee, Mollee Logan and I were driving through New Orleans on vacation, when Lo and Behold we came across Aimee's Dad (Wayne Oberg)'s burial plot. We thought for sure he would want to be buried up in Utah with the rest of the family, but secretly he has already picked a spot in Louisiana. Who would have known?! We got out and looked at the name on the door and sure enough, it said Wayne Oberg....hmm. <br /><br /><div></div>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-71217267681618832902011-02-27T09:33:00.000-08:002011-02-27T10:26:02.053-08:00Honoring Old Abe with some tubingWhat better way to celebrate our forefather's birthdays and what they did for our country, then to slide down a hill on an inflated car tire intertube!!! AWESOME!!!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjzLaJkxcmg1c7f0KN0N17OiMN6mPJaxhN3QagJwHVL5iVJKa9K15ayv0xdp509sUez92DsnVlD2eGb0ipiEvOEK6659OjwY86x7MNKSfyEuRNRn9NL4ypS3dVrE6VoEV07i6vY_WFdcg/s1600/087.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578429447364744546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjzLaJkxcmg1c7f0KN0N17OiMN6mPJaxhN3QagJwHVL5iVJKa9K15ayv0xdp509sUez92DsnVlD2eGb0ipiEvOEK6659OjwY86x7MNKSfyEuRNRn9NL4ypS3dVrE6VoEV07i6vY_WFdcg/s320/087.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Mollee was really excited to go since she had never been tubing before. We loaded up the gear and spent a few afternoon hours up Big Cotttonwood Canyon near Brighton ski resort. I firgured Mollee be a little scared at first, but I was wrong. She turned out to be a little daredevil. After a couple of runs down this hill, she was looking for faster, steeper, longer and with more bumps so we could catch some air.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV3zyaBBdLnGKIsKulJXG29YWz_cd8Xz9UeEzkf65AFLmlvghd04ln3fx7x7KMBbN_D1nBEPU_k-fl3IFj8GqHDqEgH11U78wzQzMBbZaLwZbwTFDI0LFpWYRAhzkfz5i7miHt2s5hXGI/s1600/083.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578427369212811826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV3zyaBBdLnGKIsKulJXG29YWz_cd8Xz9UeEzkf65AFLmlvghd04ln3fx7x7KMBbN_D1nBEPU_k-fl3IFj8GqHDqEgH11U78wzQzMBbZaLwZbwTFDI0LFpWYRAhzkfz5i7miHt2s5hXGI/s320/083.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Logan really like going down the hill too. And no, he is not asleep in this picture. We caught a few bumps and some small air at the bottom and luckly we didn't biff it. I only had one arm to hold onto the tube with and the other to make sure he didn't go flying. He laughed a lot and really enjoyed it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Aimee and Mollee thought it was a lot of fun to scream in unison all the way down the hill<br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyf-jr8yznw-swOLhXoN1GshtaGI4HauGSpz3DnQr4k92ZPPHVH25cldnZtFO8-oRRPUz4C6jcW___s39473g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We all had a blast and were pretty tired after a while. We promised Mollee that we would go back again this year!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxaegeoMa6Y6DYTt2jEYaGB9Nt5YYbGRS_iDgd_xOb-fDQcqCVjlsG9jC20vYUaj1-AtMInq1rpnP9or-fJDw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-88968256484034439212011-01-18T20:55:00.000-08:002011-01-18T21:28:26.173-08:00Out with the Old, In with the New<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqzHhyVm36PJh_PEJV0UfCUaQDx8RzrgQMgO7JDhvV8jXqfNWym4bgkFU_46c5zU7xm8NodS4OYuybajxrllpvk-eVo7y0e0MUXBi7gic6Z27vJ34pQbfVFUgsAkszU4Ix5iSsuDlH2OE/s1600/094.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563759034509409474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqzHhyVm36PJh_PEJV0UfCUaQDx8RzrgQMgO7JDhvV8jXqfNWym4bgkFU_46c5zU7xm8NodS4OYuybajxrllpvk-eVo7y0e0MUXBi7gic6Z27vJ34pQbfVFUgsAkszU4Ix5iSsuDlH2OE/s320/094.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563763912079485202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtiMNrFC5WLE6p2O-970WcMKhB2w50Z0qKqkGzqBKi8spbbcXl8Yl7nchtZcDo9CQlJndyDhTLrBW_8t0c0f0NJxWxqy38WxHnjfqMiRYVFOu3sxZD7Lm6zk7H4Lvh8aq3B7V7-PyYDj4/s320/091.JPG" /><br /><div><div><div><br /><div>So, I admit like most that I haven't been the best blogger, but alas, I have resolved to do better in 2011. . . out with the bad habits and in with the new. First, the end of the year wrap up. For Mollee's birthday in October we went to Colorado with my parents. We dressed the kids in costumes and rode the Silverton Train to Charlie Brown's Great Pumpkin Patch. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKVBd7w65-k4NQ9EjIfdLjJ7T8Uq5qYwkg6dRT0a17pb8fNMhHP0DXpuLsSnDwBRKm2lXqcwYGWnGiWiZKZUfIKU0hd_YgWyq6b4UEZ8C77Jr7_TpHvOlkhXbF1YpgVHt833nUCdQ6ZvM/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563756839826862482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKVBd7w65-k4NQ9EjIfdLjJ7T8Uq5qYwkg6dRT0a17pb8fNMhHP0DXpuLsSnDwBRKm2lXqcwYGWnGiWiZKZUfIKU0hd_YgWyq6b4UEZ8C77Jr7_TpHvOlkhXbF1YpgVHt833nUCdQ6ZvM/s320/004.JPG" /></a> Mollee and Logan loved picking out their pumpkins, making balloon animals, and bobbing for apples. I have to say that for Halloween, I had the cutest little zoo animals.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We celebrated Thanksgiving by going to Beaver mountain to cut down our Christmas tree. We actually saw real, live turkeys while we were cutting our tree. How many people can say that they saw a live turkey for Thanksgiving?!?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Christmas was pretty low key this year. We just stuck around here and visited with family. Mollee asked for a pillow pet from Santa this year (Whew!) and Logan got his two front teeth (okay, so they were actually the two bottom teeth but who cares about semantics.)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Updates from past blog posts: We finished P90X. I felt stronger, but didn't reach my desired weight loss goals. In fact, I gained two pounds. What's up with that? I actually just visited my former college roommate, Ashley, in which we watched old flicks from college. I recommend that unless you want to be rudely awakened to the fact that you don't look the same as you did almost 10 years ago, only watch these types of videos when you are wasted. Yeah, so Biggest Loser, here I come.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ahh, fantasy football. After losing my first 3 out of 4 games, I actually won 8 games in a row and finished in first place going into the post-season. I beat out Preston (my little bro) for the most points and won $50 bucks (don't worry Preston, the sting of loserville will surely wear off by next season!) I lost right before the Super Bowl, but Jon went on to finish in second place and won an even bigger money prize . . . I mean . . . no gambling is involved . . . <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qcKW_7Coo-zU8oJIb6Pi5UwLiaaZOJqc6gUGeaTVgn1GuhJqRy-pfkABxpoKtxjRn-RRrBgtISATtX8vw8WOzYY9EjlPSfa7fpfn81f-voDksqkxnK2UFEIu0fc7YGK2o2sgzUxQ3RA/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 259px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563756655383383378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qcKW_7Coo-zU8oJIb6Pi5UwLiaaZOJqc6gUGeaTVgn1GuhJqRy-pfkABxpoKtxjRn-RRrBgtISATtX8vw8WOzYY9EjlPSfa7fpfn81f-voDksqkxnK2UFEIu0fc7YGK2o2sgzUxQ3RA/s320/003.JPG" /></a>it's just healthy pride that we took home . . . </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This year, we have our resolutions set. Logan's resolution is to learn how to walk so that he can shred everything in his path and whoop on his big sister. Mollee's resolution is to learn how to spell and read so that she can spell out how dumb her parents are since they are no longer listening when she just says it. Jon's resolution is to work on the basement and help out more around the house (yep, folks, I got that in writing), and my resolution is to learn how to cook (and Jon informed me that the microwave doesn't count.)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We love you all and hope that you had a good holiday season.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-74228732769044701582010-10-23T21:37:00.000-07:002010-10-23T21:56:29.106-07:00Women + Sports = ????<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikZdl4J7BLLP6JZPYB6hpuZ8q_VstEbNZR0s4uj_q2JWi4wbzYN3L9I6cHIjkzBkQ5xDMpOLbU31gBtuVcK2nlp0yJxp3FIqCHaadkoNnsVFbK3dA6JE_0sqeoiKBpZjRv3ZUJaUACIXo/s1600/football.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531471693578653202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikZdl4J7BLLP6JZPYB6hpuZ8q_VstEbNZR0s4uj_q2JWi4wbzYN3L9I6cHIjkzBkQ5xDMpOLbU31gBtuVcK2nlp0yJxp3FIqCHaadkoNnsVFbK3dA6JE_0sqeoiKBpZjRv3ZUJaUACIXo/s320/football.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I have often wondered why most women don't like to watch sports. When football season rolls around, I throw on my Browns gear and I frustratingly watch them fumble, run stupid plays, and pick up terrible players. So this year, instead of being disappointed, I decided to take control and pick my own team . . . that's right, I'm talking about Fantasy Football. </div><br /><div>Now that it's about half way through the season, I wanted to share what I've learned.</div><br /><div>1. After my second week in which I had lost again . . . I cried. Yep, I ruined my entire Sunday by bawling my eyes out because Joe Flacco is a dingus. Afterward, I felt really stupid that I got so emotional.</div><br /><div>2. In my third week, I learned how to make my first trade. I traded Flacco for Cutler and then watched as Cutler got sacked 9 times in the first half and ended with -1 points. When I lost, I cried. Yep, I ruined my entire Sunday bawling my eyes out because the Bears offensive line are a bunch of dinguses. Afterward, I felt really stupid that I got so emotional.</div><br /><div>3. Approaching my seventh week (my record 2 and 4) I worked all day to make a trade with Preston, my little brother. When he finally agreed to the trade I felt like a had twisted his arm and ruined our relationship. I shouted out in the middle of the Hale Center Theatre that I can't take this stupid fantasy football. On the drive home from the Theatre I cried. Yep, I ruined my entire Thursday . . . (okay, by now you know the drill.)</div><br /><div>4. And finally, I was offered a really crappy trade from the number one player in our league and I declined. Afterward, I felt really bad that I might have hurt his feelings so . . . yep, I cried, yada yada yada, pathetic!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I've realized this is why women don't generally watch sports. I yell and scream at the computer screen, television, my husband, ect. when the stupid men in tight spandex don't listen to what I'm saying. I mean, they totally seem to ignore me . . . URRR. Then, it never fails, I cry. Maybe I should attend the ballet more . . .</div>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-36942448210849554022010-09-14T17:20:00.001-07:002010-09-14T19:59:02.986-07:00Family Vacation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXPMXch_kYYSBHW5q2neAqPvyKaWFA0ndjHj7zhPVQswnEl-OBhi3qjCzzdhPfG4E4Lq3lb8ejTOZje4rCJpQBS9WlNY6pV_T1HVfJz2JmLMv3KeaORhb7UCBEpxV1BBap37DGYKkDsCk/s1600/005.JPG"><img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXPMXch_kYYSBHW5q2neAqPvyKaWFA0ndjHj7zhPVQswnEl-OBhi3qjCzzdhPfG4E4Lq3lb8ejTOZje4rCJpQBS9WlNY6pV_T1HVfJz2JmLMv3KeaORhb7UCBEpxV1BBap37DGYKkDsCk/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516928914666656130" border="0" /></a><br /><br />All summer long, Aimee and I tried to plan a family vacation. But it never worked out because of our work schedules, metro games, family events, etc. So for Labor Day weekend and all the next week we finally got some time off.<br /><br />We wanted to go camping and Aimee's Dad wanted to do some hunting, so we agreed to the 5 hour drive one-way (really 7 hours +) to south central Wyoming in the Medicine Bow National Forest. The weather was ideal, and the pines, aspens and small creek running through our campsite made it nice. We also had a really clean out house just a couple of hundred feet away.<br /><br />Mollee really enjoyed throwing rocks into the creek. She also loved playing with her toys and games with the family. She was great at picking up horseshoes for everyone after each time we threw them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijAjaGpDTHxRKmC9J2r0_5bQWatkt7NjwqN7HIHLQU-yA0Uk10ncUK58E-6R8NRNqWBOs10zh162i1APVyI9Kc6vBU3FbObJP6UByTFGrsR_gN7i3MEvXjSWLQk58c77nFBgzC8PWlLoM/s1600/001.JPG"><img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijAjaGpDTHxRKmC9J2r0_5bQWatkt7NjwqN7HIHLQU-yA0Uk10ncUK58E-6R8NRNqWBOs10zh162i1APVyI9Kc6vBU3FbObJP6UByTFGrsR_gN7i3MEvXjSWLQk58c77nFBgzC8PWlLoM/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516931382944461282" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xhofaT_0Kuu-gzLsKsQvwiy5qgbBA-TmbD14KgWR7HZWWDNfHG8MELuh6Chpt2fV8jGIrlDQUKkUNgLrsW6CZWloUKwaUtqOsT40Jf1ujIv1qxexmCnzLFsDqPpCR0IQJQBO5hMiprs/s1600/004.JPG"><img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xhofaT_0Kuu-gzLsKsQvwiy5qgbBA-TmbD14KgWR7HZWWDNfHG8MELuh6Chpt2fV8jGIrlDQUKkUNgLrsW6CZWloUKwaUtqOsT40Jf1ujIv1qxexmCnzLFsDqPpCR0IQJQBO5hMiprs/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516931780592479522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The seven hour drive home didn't seem so bad because we knew we had the week off (plus Mollee and Logan slept most of the time).<br /><br />We cleaned up and on Tuesday we drove up to Park City to stay at the Westgate Resort for a few days. We swam, played some pool and video games. I won at dance dance revolution (no pics for obvious reasons). We also decided to take a ride on the Heber Valley railroad.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdFUeSEGmIpjIBhW0OdevDg2-eYGHz_c5U4hTK5gPUUkbaNQxp2fujB-r3I4dUALr2uizNztJG25oPamr7lceFUA6lFSa8j6Nc4JV2CsqJp-QIzDulwUo0WBVKngeSLPMh6yZdM3wyZdM/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdFUeSEGmIpjIBhW0OdevDg2-eYGHz_c5U4hTK5gPUUkbaNQxp2fujB-r3I4dUALr2uizNztJG25oPamr7lceFUA6lFSa8j6Nc4JV2CsqJp-QIzDulwUo0WBVKngeSLPMh6yZdM3wyZdM/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516932995532955362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6oijmAlpG3hPdv21UvxAC2EgWpK3lrmFfpFcEPZnnxThGni1dFJVQJ7gtrzLIo_OCxmYZeCAMGMll_3_WLptf4DupB5gHiu9Bi9eU3Ou23KFuHrGcVL3nhaYapo0cTIh4cHO0gIjqM3E/s1600/011.JPG"><img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6oijmAlpG3hPdv21UvxAC2EgWpK3lrmFfpFcEPZnnxThGni1dFJVQJ7gtrzLIo_OCxmYZeCAMGMll_3_WLptf4DupB5gHiu9Bi9eU3Ou23KFuHrGcVL3nhaYapo0cTIh4cHO0gIjqM3E/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516933354557624914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We all had a blast as we rode through the valley and down the canyon along Deer Creek reservoir. Mollee and Logan were scared at first when the train kept blowing its whistle. Once we figured out that a bell rang on the locomotive before it blew its whistle, we had time to cover their ears first. (not as much crying; more enjoyable ride).<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjatGaCc9or6dMzOMWL9euoHAt6Hq2kVEmWG0-Yt7t1a5V2U6zwhRIcYE56RqwbkuSFzOB3IWPHOxxH4Sed-DdQc85gKidBKTnF0819shyphenhyphenygQpE-pdm0zjjo8M7Ci5Oce63y-ake1a-Mw0/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjatGaCc9or6dMzOMWL9euoHAt6Hq2kVEmWG0-Yt7t1a5V2U6zwhRIcYE56RqwbkuSFzOB3IWPHOxxH4Sed-DdQc85gKidBKTnF0819shyphenhyphenygQpE-pdm0zjjo8M7Ci5Oce63y-ake1a-Mw0/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516934717083861522" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ABv8GP8BeerUs1GhCjUK8oZMoQUx5Z4Qwg-KL2vRn6qKrSnyDKkz9k6fm6BR1PZVnOArnEtc6sXqW49qVImEtPvarVp5yzR81jt-vM4yVAx1e0PJCV4Mbez9kUnTBPwg7typodLL85k/s1600/017.JPG"><img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ABv8GP8BeerUs1GhCjUK8oZMoQUx5Z4Qwg-KL2vRn6qKrSnyDKkz9k6fm6BR1PZVnOArnEtc6sXqW49qVImEtPvarVp5yzR81jt-vM4yVAx1e0PJCV4Mbez9kUnTBPwg7typodLL85k/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516935206129299090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We also decided to stop off at the Olympic Park in Park City. Unfortunately, it was almost closing time so we didn't get to see much. But there were a lot of Olympic athletes doing some summer training. We were watching the 40 meter long jumps, and I was telling Aim how I would crap my pants if I tried to do a jump that high. We watched as a guy came flying down, and landed a perfect jump. As he came down to the bottom of the hill where we were, we both realized this athlete was really a ten year old boy. (Man they start them young!!)<br /><br />We also saw people practicing the hot dog jumps into a large swimming pool. I took a short video clip of one guy. Amazing!!<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx_opr40lr4HNxABb20Lw_dV8Xl8TQ3cB_Q_L2HJLJh7tNOLqExqAoDd6BidnUiUe_3ydL4NMJ5Wt7zSSeFSQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpEBmVk8oeK_dsA7tHQRKnpDLYSjnA4wGc8Q5BEn2WzAE2BRhNT2gduyasTu0O2kI-fxH0gZuUZsDymEkmJv-fC0sDt4VzZlQLUOM904ihQK9Q3jEsoCL-6Pke_sO6aEuSKbgehDMY_g/s1600/022.JPG"><img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpEBmVk8oeK_dsA7tHQRKnpDLYSjnA4wGc8Q5BEn2WzAE2BRhNT2gduyasTu0O2kI-fxH0gZuUZsDymEkmJv-fC0sDt4VzZlQLUOM904ihQK9Q3jEsoCL-6Pke_sO6aEuSKbgehDMY_g/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516939388342581682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJpOEo9K4K4QueQL84GSt1Anjre4gOpaefI_eWCP3KsKGAXhqGSSo_1gyZiwfm8Z9vgHEgmjhj8FZrMReb-XnJ1QSB_N8BD9ZEMVAB_Odi5ig0szqRgZbmcLE7SOo1Fl2qcZcvuQbKYfk/s1600/020.JPG"><img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJpOEo9K4K4QueQL84GSt1Anjre4gOpaefI_eWCP3KsKGAXhqGSSo_1gyZiwfm8Z9vgHEgmjhj8FZrMReb-XnJ1QSB_N8BD9ZEMVAB_Odi5ig0szqRgZbmcLE7SOo1Fl2qcZcvuQbKYfk/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516939797788404434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />At the end of the week, we went to the Utah State Fair. We saw all the usual stuff and had some great fair food (not), cotton candy and sodas. Mollee, of course, was excited to pet every animal at the fair. She also would not let us leave until we let her ride the Carousel.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0zMBfeaciiWWpRlEgn6OU7tJp45YyDv_9g6aiM9-Zd2wSZAk761nHmM7BSNjO-SV5TFXKf31yqr4NwFZECdjdLMMIMShlISE62R5lmpE_q0xbOsgwosN3LPVhEV9FqCRdOl0Cc2DKhDI/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0zMBfeaciiWWpRlEgn6OU7tJp45YyDv_9g6aiM9-Zd2wSZAk761nHmM7BSNjO-SV5TFXKf31yqr4NwFZECdjdLMMIMShlISE62R5lmpE_q0xbOsgwosN3LPVhEV9FqCRdOl0Cc2DKhDI/s320/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516939028673333346" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCTlvxTYSlH5_2LKDFMYje4EXFgb8tIJyUCtExGVqACD_13iGBS8SK0ZTWYv9ssDQscoUjYa9osrXSb0_XN6On8X6k-Q0kXpEhZccWopQRj9E2RrjEQCLnSM_SxeiuXx-W9ZtsLeNajJg/s1600/026.JPG"><img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCTlvxTYSlH5_2LKDFMYje4EXFgb8tIJyUCtExGVqACD_13iGBS8SK0ZTWYv9ssDQscoUjYa9osrXSb0_XN6On8X6k-Q0kXpEhZccWopQRj9E2RrjEQCLnSM_SxeiuXx-W9ZtsLeNajJg/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516938649737568578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mollee and Logan won prizes as the cutest kids at the fair<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrWKlElZR-dex0DKQraz11tSbYVtJ9z0ahp2yMaGMH7gTUVqiXx53KoLzdJ-d5M0w1TS0Vf0nCmeLkpOiD4JOEuLgyL4UyBtZkVkETrgfTb4A_0fVwqv_A9-Sty_O94Yyh5BtOJ6VQRn4/s1600/036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrWKlElZR-dex0DKQraz11tSbYVtJ9z0ahp2yMaGMH7gTUVqiXx53KoLzdJ-d5M0w1TS0Vf0nCmeLkpOiD4JOEuLgyL4UyBtZkVkETrgfTb4A_0fVwqv_A9-Sty_O94Yyh5BtOJ6VQRn4/s320/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516940978488641506" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2MLCKVT1qzZj2ZYP9r9ywtc1eoCYPuZCOZsJc3E7JjYk-M3z_FWXfoYHWGPlgLYuARZG9Qx2j9NfaJoQtNNW_toditHu6sfdladdckk9sa5LK3I6mSAuXgg-LIgrNRb_5YdSEtmJQ5jU/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2MLCKVT1qzZj2ZYP9r9ywtc1eoCYPuZCOZsJc3E7JjYk-M3z_FWXfoYHWGPlgLYuARZG9Qx2j9NfaJoQtNNW_toditHu6sfdladdckk9sa5LK3I6mSAuXgg-LIgrNRb_5YdSEtmJQ5jU/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516940578751981714" border="0" /></a>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-16734568523311486192010-06-23T16:54:00.001-07:002010-06-23T17:54:00.387-07:00Summer camping<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixgapL9BHFjIOCRyqw20ec5Yj3Ay2mKInWaZxwuPT361R1XLnKMC7zd-vsYw7_rk_uxiX42xLVs9G3c5I370TmuuJQpRd1k4d_0YZiwyXFjlHe_tqDndijs9obZCfMVWUvoNRF9lINtK8/s1600/105.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486122111841290290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixgapL9BHFjIOCRyqw20ec5Yj3Ay2mKInWaZxwuPT361R1XLnKMC7zd-vsYw7_rk_uxiX42xLVs9G3c5I370TmuuJQpRd1k4d_0YZiwyXFjlHe_tqDndijs9obZCfMVWUvoNRF9lINtK8/s320/105.JPG" border="0" /></a> Nothing like doing a little camping over Memorial weekend. Each year Aimee's family decides a nice <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>warm</em></strong></span><span style="color:#000000;"> place to go camping, and we all pack up for a little fun. (Going to a warm location is memorial weekend rule number one. In a previous year her family decided to camp in the Unitas and it snowed all weekend). So we decided that we would head down to G<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD7CM3NvC4oKWTcRwq9tyeSU4ohXd4KuuxJrixqW1YsgOUSy8VVn6sKIjovkM9uetSHQwBVMF2y8kGVK5nfzucQYoD4cahhBKUnEPBTM6FyLAajlckNrSfM1RDp9OnamSC_EW_TVX6Jss/s1600/033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486123421488035330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD7CM3NvC4oKWTcRwq9tyeSU4ohXd4KuuxJrixqW1YsgOUSy8VVn6sKIjovkM9uetSHQwBVMF2y8kGVK5nfzucQYoD4cahhBKUnEPBTM6FyLAajlckNrSfM1RDp9OnamSC_EW_TVX6Jss/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /></a>oblin Valley, since I had never been the<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW49mAjC7OdBgEC76nJkq-7Mnu6_gM-4dNR2Qka0Z84-Vm1DDZnPJ1jp_94KCz3H5lPOaZY0kZ9nsu22rco3QzK9WZZUTqs-oOaBZFv8YNPRqtYy023Cco8OvQ1wGFV9MzFx2vZ59-6XA/s1600/034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486124116059604498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW49mAjC7OdBgEC76nJkq-7Mnu6_gM-4dNR2Qka0Z84-Vm1DDZnPJ1jp_94KCz3H5lPOaZY0kZ9nsu22rco3QzK9WZZUTqs-oOaBZFv8YNPRqtYy023Cco8OvQ1wGFV9MzFx2vZ59-6XA/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /></a>re before. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mollee had a lot of fun playing in the dirt since it was a little to windy to really get the hang of playing badminton.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0IRRrP-L9A6D4ePg7BcdSmdj-EZjtvIZ02xBOAajt5JDnMP0KNaA-TjbUAudvcmQXNa-vRt-sNn-AxbnqMZ4dOc1iTTLYR3cqXgy80wEI1MW8cHju8wnNHxsjVlBjHNGZsqCWLBMq0e8/s1600/035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486124304693182882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0IRRrP-L9A6D4ePg7BcdSmdj-EZjtvIZ02xBOAajt5JDnMP0KNaA-TjbUAudvcmQXNa-vRt-sNn-AxbnqMZ4dOc1iTTLYR3cqXgy80wEI1MW8cHju8wnNHxsjVlBjHNGZsqCWLBMq0e8/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Maybe it was a little too much for her to handle. She was pretty wasted just after a few minutes of diving for the birdie.<br /><br />So we decided to do something a little easier<br /><br />"Hey Mollee....let's go on an 8 mile hike through some really challenging canyons in the hot sun"....<br /><br />She was totally excited to go.<br /><br />So we got in the truck and drove a few miles to Wild Horse Canyon for a day of hiking.<br /><br />At first the canyon started wide and flat but after a mile or so it got pretty narrow.<br /><br />No problem. Its just an easy slot canyon.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHh6yy0taHzbDla3Dr0tjvcQkw3k_qv1LD-EJ1Y3N9BpH0SJNbbM22xPPRVpdpfjciMbHPBZQwUCS0qEQPlHS1-3ort5A-EUInGKEXsPVe3TsaMzcjWmillDAc5qHH4n60zU1TEAuSR6A/s1600/046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486126492803878498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHh6yy0taHzbDla3Dr0tjvcQkw3k_qv1LD-EJ1Y3N9BpH0SJNbbM22xPPRVpdpfjciMbHPBZQwUCS0qEQPlHS1-3ort5A-EUInGKEXsPVe3TsaMzcjWmillDAc5qHH4n60zU1TEAuSR6A/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIWwqrDfLbrcef6kazUunFKUf1fAIhVvBI7kJlJDGkrJm3P0dJaWsHLc9ILDIJGEIqyIYiIzP1ul-4NIxwgIkMF_670-YjvzgQB7jI1sXahBbuvEKH2lBHn9K4F4hf70wrpQDBZ6xORiw/s1600/059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486128122483795714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIWwqrDfLbrcef6kazUunFKUf1fAIhVvBI7kJlJDGkrJm3P0dJaWsHLc9ILDIJGEIqyIYiIzP1ul-4NIxwgIkMF_670-YjvzgQB7jI1sXahBbuvEKH2lBHn9K4F4hf70wrpQDBZ6xORiw/s320/059.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Well it got even narrower and steeper. At one point we had to climb up a 20 foot cliff, so I had to take off my pack with Logan in it and climb up part way and hand him up to some hikers up on top so I could make it up the rest of the way.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnxuRqWiOgrdewmQSoZq3UYAjuI-8YU2cL1BluBvrOO23I4feRp427OdQCXwXVrDQLZeKfV14JVDE-cOPQAN1SMakxZ_E3zAug2CiZ8hN7pIiZ9eZ_OFlNONVwy4cuJhqi9lAZBYvW0wg/s1600/061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486128778852789218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnxuRqWiOgrdewmQSoZq3UYAjuI-8YU2cL1BluBvrOO23I4feRp427OdQCXwXVrDQLZeKfV14JVDE-cOPQAN1SMakxZ_E3zAug2CiZ8hN7pIiZ9eZ_OFlNONVwy4cuJhqi9lAZBYvW0wg/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-q5zs4YBjWfXBE9aFZ9XKn1TDxEmzRp33N-SHKI2DrKWqGIeoD5NomTNvUSC3FAFUcqAF-onyl-WMXVEXvkxsZXnbTy47hF5Neb5YydkpgSYKPBYkwefZ_DHBAtBuPlkLLVMOu5GMfM/s1600/065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486128936067989106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-q5zs4YBjWfXBE9aFZ9XKn1TDxEmzRp33N-SHKI2DrKWqGIeoD5NomTNvUSC3FAFUcqAF-onyl-WMXVEXvkxsZXnbTy47hF5Neb5YydkpgSYKPBYkwefZ_DHBAtBuPlkLLVMOu5GMfM/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHvhCnCo2WIDlPmPN9uHUkrcFQ024XCiqC1D5N3Yz7N7pkXKPDKJws5EaRndy3G432TCXfet8Jr2mnFjRn68vkzvzQa8Y4jh0QPe3MTC1dEboBttMHNXG4VbJuMlsqulRYzGhv-De4CLg/s1600/085.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486129492519830530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHvhCnCo2WIDlPmPN9uHUkrcFQ024XCiqC1D5N3Yz7N7pkXKPDKJws5EaRndy3G432TCXfet8Jr2mnFjRn68vkzvzQa8Y4jh0QPe3MTC1dEboBttMHNXG4VbJuMlsqulRYzGhv-De4CLg/s320/085.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbl1-q97BJWcy1vy82lrQjmqkxThU-AnHUEv0s8s0M3lMulm2kaFj66vxykyRGq9C0WbEvstHWRU-trY9TYm1kNkL6fMK2E99t65Oq9W-6JnvlslFA-vSt6DUxWtVNeOa9zMrDWuchaVk/s1600/086.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486130183645364370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbl1-q97BJWcy1vy82lrQjmqkxThU-AnHUEv0s8s0M3lMulm2kaFj66vxykyRGq9C0WbEvstHWRU-trY9TYm1kNkL6fMK2E99t65Oq9W-6JnvlslFA-vSt6DUxWtVNeOa9zMrDWuchaVk/s320/086.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />After about 4 miles of hiking we made it out of Wild Horse Canyon and continued the loop back down through Bell Canyon which is mostly downhill and certainly not as narrow.<br /><br />After the hike, we went back to the camp to rest that night before setting off the next day to go play with the Goblins at Goblin Valley State Park.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRp9PdqNbwkhVAx5uCt81tdsF1xk6HQANxZX40tYISN0cvyfv2EmT3r4lf6RbcJqL5AxLJp1S0PIhsLBMMt4g1j8QKNuCrBZgB-_9nBU0Bpdi4iHSK84D4yYlP1z5nmbPJ1kJ4LmDLhIY/s1600/097.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486131416288192578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRp9PdqNbwkhVAx5uCt81tdsF1xk6HQANxZX40tYISN0cvyfv2EmT3r4lf6RbcJqL5AxLJp1S0PIhsLBMMt4g1j8QKNuCrBZgB-_9nBU0Bpdi4iHSK84D4yYlP1z5nmbPJ1kJ4LmDLhIY/s320/097.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It was fun to watch Mollee run through the Goblins and have a great time.<br /><br />We got a lot of sun and had a blast!!<br /><br />Too bad it had to end<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz1ZRN_HAR7WLgTUsDiNYlolXpzzCYrxyAssw67Z2bFtteclitRMcQQ-K7ESMOaoKKTa6HyJ3-FKUL9OD7i-w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-59151965230985427322010-06-22T17:47:00.000-07:002010-06-22T18:01:45.506-07:00Dental Woes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrviUNtY97GGDK9eBjqgmfIAWzpF82wdS5Ja3Nung9ir0Us9JewEse9u5MWblVjuPiYEox-Lu7V4avK3jmrW16GzeB4cem4Rww43ZPu8rHHfixqcqbeYOvYeIKdMTlD3zxsuQPovC8HrU/s1600/4093dentist.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485764493971481186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrviUNtY97GGDK9eBjqgmfIAWzpF82wdS5Ja3Nung9ir0Us9JewEse9u5MWblVjuPiYEox-Lu7V4avK3jmrW16GzeB4cem4Rww43ZPu8rHHfixqcqbeYOvYeIKdMTlD3zxsuQPovC8HrU/s320/4093dentist.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A few weeks ago Jon, Mollee, and I went to the dentist. I have been going to the same dentist since I was Mollee's age so I was excited to show Mollee how much fun the dentist's office is and squash any horrible lies that she has heard about dentist's being scary.</div><div> </div><div>When we got there, I willingly volunteered to get my cleaning done first to show Mollee how much fun it was (Jon is scared of the dentist so I also had to show him that the dentist's office can be fun!) The hygenist ("Grandma" Barb) cleaned my teeth and then gave me the bad news, the x-ray showed that I had my first cavity!! What????? I've never had a cavity. I asked her if she was sure and she grabbed the dentist to take a peek; yep, a cavity and a half! No, I wanted to scream, but I couldn't because I was being brave for Miss Mollee.</div><div> </div><div>Next, Mollee was up . . . the bad news . . . she had a cavity too!! Finally, it was Jon's turn. He came out of the room with a grimace. No, it wasn't a cavity . . . he had to have a bad crown replaced. So, we all made returning appointments.</div><div> </div><div>I was worried about Mollee and didn't think that I could stomach first watching Mollee have her first cavity filled and then having to have mine done right after that so I told Jon that he was going to have to be the moral support rather than me since he is a cavity expert. He volunteered to go back first so that he would be done before Mollee had to go back to get her cavity filled, but he didn't return before Mollee had to go back so I had to be the brave supporter. We passed Jon with his mouth full of purple gunk and he did not look like a happy camper.</div><div> </div><div>The dentist was so cool. He told Mollee to open wide like and alligator so that Mr. Whistle (the drill) could clean out the cavity bug. Mollee was such a trouper and they didn't even give her novacaine. It only took 15 minutes before it was my turn. Mollee ran off to eat fruit snacks and I thought, no problem, Mollee was a trooper so I can be too. </div><div> </div><div>Then the dentist began to pull out tools that didn't look like Mr. Whistle. Then, he was jiggling my mouth and soon pulled out a shot!!! What??? All kinds of crap went into my mouth that I know didn't go into Mollee's and I wanted to cry. I was wringing my hands so hard that they were white, but I refused to be upstaged by my 3 year old. Finally the dentist ended and we all got to go home. Jon and I had numbed frowns and Mollee was happily downing a glass of chocolate milk. Go figure!!</div>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-57476964972102460262010-05-15T20:47:00.000-07:002010-05-15T21:42:49.055-07:00Hiking with Mollee at Red Ciffs<div><div><div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnbFb5oWcRIwMEPUX6hpXnhxJaZ8ZeVb4bBVHK5smUyfOFnG95mnXv0dcJjsb5WCYHxu_oo3No1a1hLssq3CDRl4X1jSISu3H5I9cvFp0Cx7AViQjVdLvYCMkGvp1WbOYI829mSKL0A30/s1600/018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471713972565078978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnbFb5oWcRIwMEPUX6hpXnhxJaZ8ZeVb4bBVHK5smUyfOFnG95mnXv0dcJjsb5WCYHxu_oo3No1a1hLssq3CDRl4X1jSISu3H5I9cvFp0Cx7AViQjVdLvYCMkGvp1WbOYI829mSKL0A30/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hiking with your family, especially with two little kids is a much different adventure then when I was in scouts or just out on a trip with friends. I used to see how fast I could hike to a destination, stopping just to see some of the really big sites and take a few pictures. On our anniversary trip a few weeks ago we went to St George for the weekend and decided to do a little hiking since Aimee and I love it so much. We found a nice trail at Red Cliffs recreation area that had no change in elevation and was only .75 miles long one way. We should be able to knock this out in an hour or so I thought as we drove up there.</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq48I5ni-SAmhNGtUrI73x1IG5H61HvhkF29TmVtiE1mlgOrAUKdmX0jKYtyupF2lndmy2CjciEulLC_W80hNK5F0UxyIFfMPXTCHkVIvzKe0hzXRHuG0e59aHjDdXmkahahyphenhypheniqY3VZBA/s1600/019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471712050006298882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq48I5ni-SAmhNGtUrI73x1IG5H61HvhkF29TmVtiE1mlgOrAUKdmX0jKYtyupF2lndmy2CjciEulLC_W80hNK5F0UxyIFfMPXTCHkVIvzKe0hzXRHuG0e59aHjDdXmkahahyphenhypheniqY3VZBA/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>I knew it would be more of an all afternoon adventure when Mollee discovered hundreds of little green furry caterpillars crawling everywhere in the parking lot. They were all over the ground, rocks, trees, and cars. Mollee wanted to catch every one of them and put them all on one big rock so they could all play with each other. It was fun to kinda slow things down and enjoy the hike from Mollee's perspective. After 15 minutes of caterpillar catching we decided to start our hike.<br /><br /></div><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ5kfSGCwUHd1PjsUIiyKlj_1R-LJZ9fK9nBYctNc387viFDBEgWDUe2wZ-RgMySpsFbZ1qmrH03agdUoTnt1R9BzNgnyY56RM8T0yuRD5W-jHU_5Anv0ZQVv6Dgz3xC2IGiUtqErnScw/s1600/021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471717590823371010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ5kfSGCwUHd1PjsUIiyKlj_1R-LJZ9fK9nBYctNc387viFDBEgWDUe2wZ-RgMySpsFbZ1qmrH03agdUoTnt1R9BzNgnyY56RM8T0yuRD5W-jHU_5Anv0ZQVv6Dgz3xC2IGiUtqErnScw/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p>Mollee really enjoyed seeing more caterpillars as we started but got really excited about all the little things along the way. We saw lizards and birds and cactus and big huge rocks. She thought it was "pretty cool" that there were stairs out in the middle of the desert. Logan slept pretty much the whole hike so we kept him bundled up in a blanket so he wouldn't get sunburnt.<br /><br /></p><p></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEaHopLI61p5q2YargZw8SKKRuJmZDOhGp2lj1eTSJE_TkzUVhBteloZ75uG5hq07yfMBSfnrRPoVtbdFcowt4yLFCh8-gr6RjsUouRor_bLhqOW-dGaDklrRigaklyHB0K5PF0fp6sZc/s1600/025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471715993823298626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEaHopLI61p5q2YargZw8SKKRuJmZDOhGp2lj1eTSJE_TkzUVhBteloZ75uG5hq07yfMBSfnrRPoVtbdFcowt4yLFCh8-gr6RjsUouRor_bLhqOW-dGaDklrRigaklyHB0K5PF0fp6sZc/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><br /><br /><p>After a half mile we came across our first pool of water with a little mini waterfall. Mollee had a blast playing in the water even though it was "pretty cold". nothing like throwing rocks into the water. After hanging out for a little while we decided to head up to the end of the trail to see a bigger pool and waterfall.</p><p></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOasTXYBa_IgookVKf9vfn1kvI_D-86sjxhGuZlb_pUD2y5aXUsZW_XmNickn99LPki9SQfR3dSwvgbJzJT_YTctWutBnj8gzmRnzIIq7CM7Q7tzgWO7PWsa-C6Wa4gfo157aVHl3-Yyk/s1600/039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471717158910284210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOasTXYBa_IgookVKf9vfn1kvI_D-86sjxhGuZlb_pUD2y5aXUsZW_XmNickn99LPki9SQfR3dSwvgbJzJT_YTctWutBnj8gzmRnzIIq7CM7Q7tzgWO7PWsa-C6Wa4gfo157aVHl3-Yyk/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><p>We found this place at the end of the hike. You could go on but it was tricky with these little footholds carved out in the rock with a rope to hold onto. We decided slipping and falling in the water with kids wasn't a good option so we stopped and relaxed for a while.<br /><br /></p><p></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiClxxSgTq0dUVpjSTDOX0yJ14IsYCil5IWa9tuaHXyNhXUefV2ALDZF533U1wVQw03yhn-IaaF9d7p9yhBjBhapcduUjXuIrUTXq1kujThhyegJCLAGPUnh6tFXj2-Is-W2Ku0oavetMk/s1600/045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471718494771478882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiClxxSgTq0dUVpjSTDOX0yJ14IsYCil5IWa9tuaHXyNhXUefV2ALDZF533U1wVQw03yhn-IaaF9d7p9yhBjBhapcduUjXuIrUTXq1kujThhyegJCLAGPUnh6tFXj2-Is-W2Ku0oavetMk/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p>It seems no matter where we go, Mollee always finds herself a good stick to play with. The stick usually finds its way back to our house to be added to the collection of sticks in the coat closet.</p><p>We thought it was a great hike, but then the entertainment arrived. Several families packing swimsuits and beer showed up at our little sanctuary and began some backwoods cliff diving for our entertainment. We we sat back and enjoyed the show!!</p></div></div></div><br /><p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxYksARc00SWs92Y7G351BrK8u1qWPxwZ58rUgHU_DEB923e-p73Z0RobBjoWgR_RfP25Ai8HZy9sT8Fstigg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><p>I really enjoyed slowing things down and hiking with the kids. Mollee was really cute and Aimee and I really enjoyed the hike</p>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-84302811013225914982010-05-15T19:56:00.000-07:002010-05-15T20:23:25.627-07:00Happy Mother's Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrYjyUPUhC_c-lV5yTqxSOVLgRXwTJCWL0OvXR6xYUQyjyxQmO53ZnnfwPTzWnzQ5psxiSqy7TiWJvlnAFVwUkIPGz2Na44-xAlrmrdDBoXKHkU0UdUswI6BWyXvOO8iswmvCFQbV0Vkw/s1600/p12511ta102698_5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471698605789577730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrYjyUPUhC_c-lV5yTqxSOVLgRXwTJCWL0OvXR6xYUQyjyxQmO53ZnnfwPTzWnzQ5psxiSqy7TiWJvlnAFVwUkIPGz2Na44-xAlrmrdDBoXKHkU0UdUswI6BWyXvOO8iswmvCFQbV0Vkw/s320/p12511ta102698_5.jpg" border="0" /></a> The very first year that I was a mother I was so excited for Mother's Day. I just knew that my wonderful husband would sense my excitement and I couldn't wait for breakfast in bed, a cute homemade craft that my little 7 month old would make with her daddy to suprise me, and some bling that my husband would lovingly give me for being the most awesome mother of his children. I woke up and I waited. . . .<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCJNhSGGhH7zh_S65QEZgQP4ZrHkpQU4KikGMomIuFn9KRpb5BmQ8es8x7WQjwFz17BuC__aE6I9JH64io4S5jdfyvNF-xyQD5WFverz5VzA0GMHZXM6jxjHmse_EpMrirukM16DG4CmA/s1600/Logan%2520blessed%25209%2520May%25202010%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471698420481499714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCJNhSGGhH7zh_S65QEZgQP4ZrHkpQU4KikGMomIuFn9KRpb5BmQ8es8x7WQjwFz17BuC__aE6I9JH64io4S5jdfyvNF-xyQD5WFverz5VzA0GMHZXM6jxjHmse_EpMrirukM16DG4CmA/s320/Logan%2520blessed%25209%2520May%25202010%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />And waited . . . .<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZq17GkS7Fs-gmQ48GN_Ot1jdt-rKyhwLb7GSrloE3Cstq6goxlshii9zLTwqOSJOjf2hz2TkHxc6e7dFIRK0C3hlNuKasFK-4PbRHGZpAf6E0ZAG-YlT4U4Hci6TTb85keHm_iybKX8/s1600/Logan%2520blessed%25209%2520May%25202010%5B1%5D"></a><br />And waited . . . .<br /><br /><div>Then I thought, the bling was over the top and breakfast in bed is messy, maybe just a cute crafty card and a Happy Mother's Day . . </div><div> </div><div>I kept waiting . . .</div><div> </div><div>Hello?? . . .</div><div> </div><div>Finally, at the close of the day, I asked Jon why he didn't recognize that it was Mother's Day. He looked straight at me and said, "Oh crap, I forgot to call my mom to tell her Happy Mother's Day!" </div><div> </div><div>'Nough said. This year I planned my own Mother's Day. I set the day to have Logan blessed. He looked like such a cute little peddler!! I love being a mom. My two little ones are more than I could have ever asked for. Having Logan blessed on Mother's Day was so special. He is such a sweet boy who smiles at his imperfect mom like I can do no wrong. Mollee is my little shadow. She always cheers me up when I've had a rough day and can find the happy things in the rainstorms.</div><div> </div><div>I have a huge struggle getting my little ones here. Pregnancy is a bear for me and c-sections are difficult to recover from, but it makes me appreciate motherhood that much more. Outside my window at work sits a mother duck on a nest of eggs. As I watch her, I realize that mothers are outstanding and selfless. She shifts her weight uncomfortably, battles rainy weather and cold temperatures, and confidently stares down threats to her nest all because she too, desires to become a mother.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-25793895311735158912010-05-15T19:33:00.000-07:002010-05-15T19:54:36.959-07:00Anniversary<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSvjpuIdDHy6-tI9_WulghkMp6o0WABDI16pf1w7tNORvpJ7IfEGAOnFl2ov49kTdf4bFJbs-cp24oNJQtttE78BgMWqTaHPmVPzj4YO5qfo1TyTxdfz0X_-U1v7yiZ5jlMest6578sBw/s1600/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471695748288338018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSvjpuIdDHy6-tI9_WulghkMp6o0WABDI16pf1w7tNORvpJ7IfEGAOnFl2ov49kTdf4bFJbs-cp24oNJQtttE78BgMWqTaHPmVPzj4YO5qfo1TyTxdfz0X_-U1v7yiZ5jlMest6578sBw/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq2hPd0Yo8y-dpWel2pXr6tY1PLzmsjC6fFAxwOTs1R1pwTfhj5xCwAbxOSX8Ugbibn8WhmVUBAGMGSE9kCOHMpvHmz7s1uoO4yxr4BUohKPtePhrVCdBxqmzrlYgA7U5xJYaSpikAI5Y/s1600/024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471693484991277186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq2hPd0Yo8y-dpWel2pXr6tY1PLzmsjC6fFAxwOTs1R1pwTfhj5xCwAbxOSX8Ugbibn8WhmVUBAGMGSE9kCOHMpvHmz7s1uoO4yxr4BUohKPtePhrVCdBxqmzrlYgA7U5xJYaSpikAI5Y/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /></a>Jon and I celebrated our 6th wedding anniversary on Earth Day. We spent a romantic weekend in St. George gazing into each other's glassy eyes . . . at 3:00 am as I was feeding Logan in our kid friendly motel after we had spent a long day driving 4 1/2 hours with two kids with our windows down in the 30 degree weather because it was better to have snow whacking us in the face then to be stuck with the stench of vomit from a 3 year old who gets carsick.<br /><br /><br /><div>Okay, so our anniversary wasn't anywhere near the classic romantic movie, but we did have a really good time. Every year, we choose an <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX2mtbQq400tZS-57aLRmVMvzgrjKMOMS991bQr9cHZGo0C2YO-af1R1wVXzcN_rN5r0so5AQK7GEphJALu0AdrEDEeZMvih0X9hyphenhyphenfL69kzQHjfJ4hQ00ZIyCkO9dEFQuGkNwbr1VTgGw/s1600/005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471693759028008450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX2mtbQq400tZS-57aLRmVMvzgrjKMOMS991bQr9cHZGo0C2YO-af1R1wVXzcN_rN5r0so5AQK7GEphJALu0AdrEDEeZMvih0X9hyphenhyphenfL69kzQHjfJ4hQ00ZIyCkO9dEFQuGkNwbr1VTgGw/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /></a>activity that has to do with the traditional or modern gift/theme of the year. This year was our 6th which is iron or sugar. So, we visited Preston and his fiance Melina in Cedar City in Iron County and played at the Iron Mission State Park and then stayed in St. George and hiked Sugarloaf Rock (the rock that has Dixie painted on it) and ate ice cream. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471694233514055618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPbUO_xEA20a7lkVUBnYIfqUuuSrxO3CZHCKIALc2mUZBZs5q3zurO37_w-uViRSzFA66LzIVGesdjMGm5_McaN2AYDxEHAdFLgZwp_rUtgZ3hTxcBnUfsWz3kHJI9aJm05x3T1zdc81U/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>The weather was fantastic once we got to St. George. We ate, and hiked, and swam, and played. Mollee's favorite part about the trip was making new friends at the pool, Logan's favorite part was spending time with his mommy and daddy, Jon's favorite part was the hiking and my favorite part was having the cleaning crew clean up after us in the motel.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-68553924897442660732010-04-29T21:59:00.001-07:002010-04-29T21:59:39.505-07:00Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-65392827493284259932010-04-05T20:12:00.001-07:002010-04-05T20:26:06.513-07:00I got a Golden Ticket (I mean egg!)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Nt1_Ds0fgkNeESL8oTWXbfUFayQAvywDvZtYu26SfMSgKn2Mz_DDAc80cOKNyzJGJaj7D2Tqa3P0lvY7eLFCg9JNDoiiZGeLzSjbLmyvkdr5t0dirWsRd0IubGsQWNRhVFUQlSnHuqo/s1600/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456860470107022658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Nt1_Ds0fgkNeESL8oTWXbfUFayQAvywDvZtYu26SfMSgKn2Mz_DDAc80cOKNyzJGJaj7D2Tqa3P0lvY7eLFCg9JNDoiiZGeLzSjbLmyvkdr5t0dirWsRd0IubGsQWNRhVFUQlSnHuqo/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><p>Last year, Mollee and I watched as cheaters ran out onto the field to snatch the revered "golden" eggs. We didn't know the importance of the golden eggs until we saw kids walking around with huge easter baskets after turning in their golden egg at a work truck nearby.</p><br /><p>This year, we were not going to leave empty handed. We positioned ourselves right in front of the golden egg. My dad works for Murray City so I totally thought that he might give us an edge on obtaining a golden egg, but alas, my dad likes to play fair, so I knew that Mollee and I were on our own to capture the prized possession. </p><br /><p>I whispered to Mollee our plan of attack. She tried to tell me the she wanted to pick up a green egg on the way, but I told her there wouldn't be time to grab the green egg first, but that we could grab green eggs after the golden egg. She then overheard the little twins next to her talking about grabbing the golden egg. She started to panick. I told her not to worry.</p><br /><p>When the fire engine's horn sounded I swooped her up and ran her over to the golden egg. I tried to coax her into picking it up, but she was too stunned from my lightening speed so I had to <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWQVLrHbCz4QXf015pSP9_zA6an738jqxWsG5HVAyMx1nFzzg8E9Fx0DsV79A2PWp9ha95S4a8Fa2M2CVLDDuOyjQLeAcl7GeRdM6TA__zFl4D7kY0jDdF5w-ELAz81VIW4DpQogSDVJ8/s1600/012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456857461446646594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWQVLrHbCz4QXf015pSP9_zA6an738jqxWsG5HVAyMx1nFzzg8E9Fx0DsV79A2PWp9ha95S4a8Fa2M2CVLDDuOyjQLeAcl7GeRdM6TA__zFl4D7kY0jDdF5w-ELAz81VIW4DpQogSDVJ8/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /></a>break a "little" rule and pick it up for her. VICTORY!!</p><br /><p>I told my dad who was hiding his head in shame afterward that the competition was really easy and he informed me that it's not that difficult for me to beat a bunch of 4 year olds. Hey, who wouldn't have come through for their kid?? After all, we only have one more year to attempt to grab the golden egg before I have to compete with the 5-8 year olds . . . I'm not quite as sure that my egg-grabbing skill level is good enough to beat them!!</p></div>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-38620972193304827902010-04-05T18:37:00.001-07:002010-04-05T18:44:36.000-07:00Happy Easter!!!!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihiPAD8DJP126TmfBqBZQVDkCcFkc5QqEQ3Oehdk8TVU5gDu_Ar4xKXFutEF1gFJdBpS2pQHHIsB_kh2OMkQWRTOE-2om2OLclwv70ri76Bpu0FFShmyftSMqvEViKw8h2b2vnF4N8I4/s1600/043.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456833418186745810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihiPAD8DJP126TmfBqBZQVDkCcFkc5QqEQ3Oehdk8TVU5gDu_Ar4xKXFutEF1gFJdBpS2pQHHIsB_kh2OMkQWRTOE-2om2OLclwv70ri76Bpu0FFShmyftSMqvEViKw8h2b2vnF4N8I4/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /></a>Mollee and Logan on Easter Morning </div><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiczT4oubPuOlIPeTEpL0VUkAyS_GtHDsZa4fK_BgGKKQBgsUJ0F2Cok6uOdR-0pL6jhKxfPc25EfxIvMngrMAwJ95-Yb7vElSCb-RLWMcbYnaM13QoCt6rvb5lm4kdiOgHD8kRy2dGTxM/s1600/037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456833305885102290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiczT4oubPuOlIPeTEpL0VUkAyS_GtHDsZa4fK_BgGKKQBgsUJ0F2Cok6uOdR-0pL6jhKxfPc25EfxIvMngrMAwJ95-Yb7vElSCb-RLWMcbYnaM13QoCt6rvb5lm4kdiOgHD8kRy2dGTxM/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mollee modeling her new Easter Dress</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkxUfFjfmf4NveRaYveZ7CXgrY7JGEHRlxXTcqA7oaTzpsL4wJRbNcGcWICYkUhCm7xfcOunJlJnQq2a8o9NtvZ2eqXUdq6dEm0415AOkVSaQcwUBX3eg_V_Xo7czwhpuSn29XsUNxVrU/s1600/009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456833136451748306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkxUfFjfmf4NveRaYveZ7CXgrY7JGEHRlxXTcqA7oaTzpsL4wJRbNcGcWICYkUhCm7xfcOunJlJnQq2a8o9NtvZ2eqXUdq6dEm0415AOkVSaQcwUBX3eg_V_Xo7czwhpuSn29XsUNxVrU/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Mollee with Pampa after the egg hunt in Murray. Mollee found a Golden Egg (with mommy's help) and got a stuffed animal and a basket full of candy.</p>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-48650714840388320272010-03-24T11:15:00.000-07:002010-03-24T11:40:34.341-07:00Weight a Minute!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvAb2MP_Te4y4uQ8XPI8uJH_10caesUv3FYEVuLVXsXuzpkb4CsQLZZsOyA5TCqlM6KbX6JZT03JZcU7huvdP0mt5KIBghmaWwnva239Km_mUPWDtW8fj1TgHL2PPCSGiRLB2nySXuTY0/s1600/044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452266091103394226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvAb2MP_Te4y4uQ8XPI8uJH_10caesUv3FYEVuLVXsXuzpkb4CsQLZZsOyA5TCqlM6KbX6JZT03JZcU7huvdP0mt5KIBghmaWwnva239Km_mUPWDtW8fj1TgHL2PPCSGiRLB2nySXuTY0/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452266591175376818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3jbyesfgy9xCoE8PBRew03G5DmV4BYh0qVOQccfa6wdMy5_1GM2Ih2xrv83Dqg2jXLvgU5Mkz7sF-5nhHqZheuMzeiLOfb7xbkB5r2Zyn19ubS8TtIlGR7qDWe021I4RpQaQcGqbND-k/s320/079.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This last month has been really busy. Mollee has been working on becoming a professional ice skater after watching the Olympics and Logan has been busy trying to get into the Guiness Book of World Records with the longest projectile of spit up. Any bets as to who is going to make us the most money?</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHT6dU8XqkgSVCooPSdoG338cNG36ddHmU_0Qe9225pXs08gIzVzvWTFxDGHwZBdz4ibPyYZdbXPckMFjOhv0KZFsR50KkF7Z0YMGdiA_A8gXh8fKufw_dpXnn80hRHUqgo7jtJtQFiqk/s1600/022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452267826102506706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHT6dU8XqkgSVCooPSdoG338cNG36ddHmU_0Qe9225pXs08gIzVzvWTFxDGHwZBdz4ibPyYZdbXPckMFjOhv0KZFsR50KkF7Z0YMGdiA_A8gXh8fKufw_dpXnn80hRHUqgo7jtJtQFiqk/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div>These two are working on getting to know and like each other. One day Mollee will be tickling Logan and the next minute she is telling me that she hates him. She loves to help give him baths, but then quickly shoves him out of the way because her barbies need to be clean too. </div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlhjXJ7c5Cen83vDhyqOGoM9TFwTUxL33pNUDLUwMHltQyuxQVQs3PP6orVTL1SjythdlKyXCMjSSqy5JAiK8tFo3VkMdjjeyag9Vy9SGGoP64Z1LF5N_NC6pA0k4DTsWWmuNdFIAnkMI/s1600/024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452268945132517794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlhjXJ7c5Cen83vDhyqOGoM9TFwTUxL33pNUDLUwMHltQyuxQVQs3PP6orVTL1SjythdlKyXCMjSSqy5JAiK8tFo3VkMdjjeyag9Vy9SGGoP64Z1LF5N_NC6pA0k4DTsWWmuNdFIAnkMI/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div>Jon and I have realized that we both packed on the pounds while I was pregnant. It's funny how it's so easy to gain weight, but when you try to lose it, it's torture!! We've decided that in order for us to both be running around in our skivies this summer, we better get into shape so that we don't scare anyone!!</div><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LUCCyBnqe1Zoqw7kgNaDvEAGvF7OhT2_KdogLGUuY3Cvo4b-KLHWuDnysr5YnPBD05iGBON-nZcTcH99IDZqHgQ8IUqvnQ40FfKiznujRq7UkBxEncw7KJfmoG4U2H19VKgoTbrRcAY/s1600/bikini.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452270510749955602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LUCCyBnqe1Zoqw7kgNaDvEAGvF7OhT2_KdogLGUuY3Cvo4b-KLHWuDnysr5YnPBD05iGBON-nZcTcH99IDZqHgQ8IUqvnQ40FfKiznujRq7UkBxEncw7KJfmoG4U2H19VKgoTbrRcAY/s320/bikini.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /></div>That's right, swimming pools beware!! Stretch marks and belly fat or not, we are ready to dive into warmer weather.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LUCCyBnqe1Zoqw7kgNaDvEAGvF7OhT2_KdogLGUuY3Cvo4b-KLHWuDnysr5YnPBD05iGBON-nZcTcH99IDZqHgQ8IUqvnQ40FfKiznujRq7UkBxEncw7KJfmoG4U2H19VKgoTbrRcAY/s1600/bikini.jpg"></a> </div></div></div>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-52279069748187076572010-02-21T12:32:00.000-08:002010-02-21T12:52:02.002-08:00The Ups & Downs of Delivery<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDiizxEuK_YLMy6FhUkQRSYTChj7wdBgiPV22CVbZzl_qlZlBRDyn7MTvicunxKjjT3yfLcY_JevHuCG7O_PuOq-IAEy4iozrs0Qv7mogVwxmKOxuqFV5CKQHgeVO3s-QW9vGAVgHNsNI/s1600-h/081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440802223248524594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDiizxEuK_YLMy6FhUkQRSYTChj7wdBgiPV22CVbZzl_qlZlBRDyn7MTvicunxKjjT3yfLcY_JevHuCG7O_PuOq-IAEy4iozrs0Qv7mogVwxmKOxuqFV5CKQHgeVO3s-QW9vGAVgHNsNI/s320/081.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSsh5i0lqgfLqLcspSOHH9weu8uMI6itnbB9Yy9h1isX0ZiOtg3cUTh30inqGQd5YgCWU4KJVpkxfpbjUpoC-fjKzsMA5mA3vnc3v_Gjlxk_8fx_-PeFZ1JVDv9mrLZGWEk6WRd4rZN7Q/s1600-h/078.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440801957054330290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSsh5i0lqgfLqLcspSOHH9weu8uMI6itnbB9Yy9h1isX0ZiOtg3cUTh30inqGQd5YgCWU4KJVpkxfpbjUpoC-fjKzsMA5mA3vnc3v_Gjlxk_8fx_-PeFZ1JVDv9mrLZGWEk6WRd4rZN7Q/s320/078.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Well, I lived! We had planned to have a C-section on 2/10/10. In preparation, I had to go to the hospital the day before to get registered and have blood drawn. I am deathly afraid of blood and have passed out a number of times from blood-related incidents. I got my bracelet and went to the lab. The technician was super nice and super fast so that helped. I told him that I hated to give blood and he said that he would be more worried if I loved to give. He then said to make sure that I didn't lose my registration bracelet or I would have to re-give. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>The next morning at 6:00 I walked into the hospital nervous as ever for the surgery. The nurse showed me to my room and had me change into my stylish hospital gown. I changed and laid in the bed waiting. The nurse came back in with the I.V. and asked to see my registration bracelet. I confidently held up my arm and it was no where in sight. AAAAAAAHHHHHH! I panicked and made Jon search everywhere until he found it inside my coat where it had slipped off. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>The nurse attempted to put in my I.V. and it didn't work. I got woosie and started to pass out. They threw an oxygen mask at me and tried to find the baby's heart rate. When the nurse finally found the heart rate, it was beating at 68 bpm (normal is 135-165.) "Great," I thought, "This is exactly what happened with Mollee. Here we go again." </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>The hospital staff quickly sent me to surgery and Logan was out within 15 minutes. The doctor yelled that he was bald and Jon's first comments were that he had cute feet. I was just concentrating on breathing. What I thought felt like a 12 lb baby inside of me was actually only 6 lbs. (Maybe I did eat one too many hamburgers this pregnancy.)</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Recovery was harder this time despite my research showing that a second c-section is often easier. I was in a lot of pain, my blood pressure would not stabilize for a few hours after surgery, and I was really emotional, groggy, and dizzy. We stayed in the hospital for three days and the exicitement centered around the gossip among the nurses. We were chomping at the bit to get out.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Logan was groggy from the delivery as well and lost a lot of weight while he was in the hospital, but he has since found out that he loves to eat and is a milk machine. I am finally able to wean myself from pain pills long enough to know day from night. Jon is adjusting to fatherhood and motherhood since he has had to take on the responsibility of the household (and the blog - that was a very efficient post from him) while I have been recovering. Mollee is a little jealous of her new brother but is a big helper when she can control her attitude. Patches, our cat, has had the hardest time adjusting and just sits and hisses whenever Logan is in the same room. Apparently, he doesn't like that he has fallen from last importance to, well, last importance. He thinks that he has suffered an extreme fall in the ranks.</div></div>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-6952533218418558642010-02-14T15:30:00.001-08:002010-02-16T12:37:19.678-08:00Baby Boy<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-pDdSNqn_4PlMTH3EHOKKR_tSIEu4dIMN-apb-5lu8j6rODnZ2CwSgQvkP5dY60U2yuG3IjMjbpVgrMo0JSfm6_mfywjSCinnKc2ZRJZUIn4BvV6JVfEnh7OG2zuYQO9cpxGY_QJ9LK4/s1600-h/090.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438245895686895106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-pDdSNqn_4PlMTH3EHOKKR_tSIEu4dIMN-apb-5lu8j6rODnZ2CwSgQvkP5dY60U2yuG3IjMjbpVgrMo0JSfm6_mfywjSCinnKc2ZRJZUIn4BvV6JVfEnh7OG2zuYQO9cpxGY_QJ9LK4/s320/090.JPG" border="0" /></a> Logan Mark Frazier</div><div align="center">Born: February 10, 2010</div><div align="center">at 7:47am (does this mean he'll be a pilot when he grows up?)</div><div align="center">6 Pounds 11 Ounces (smaller than Mollee)</div><div align="center">19.5 inches long (same as Mollee)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Aimee is slowly recovering from the C-section.</div><div align="center">She will blog more when she recovers enough.</div><div align="center">Mollee loved to come visit, although I don't know which she liked more:</div><div align="center">seeing her little brother</div><div align="center">or</div><div align="center">eating oreo cookies that the nurses have brought</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-45752358641887255162010-01-20T21:11:00.000-08:002010-01-20T21:27:29.144-08:00The baby's name????<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinN7Na2ep6w2tg9k90AHTJ6qG9Onlw6k-hUepR3Y9e3NfeOLzV5-01D4osIbLZVcO4jPtr_ho7o0b1n3ZRY9lEYUfGC4gC8WoxDiDuYewDc7IDcAAWOujD-o4ToUrEolpWJMgm8YvtuHo/s1600-h/1804877.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429059262466244082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinN7Na2ep6w2tg9k90AHTJ6qG9Onlw6k-hUepR3Y9e3NfeOLzV5-01D4osIbLZVcO4jPtr_ho7o0b1n3ZRY9lEYUfGC4gC8WoxDiDuYewDc7IDcAAWOujD-o4ToUrEolpWJMgm8YvtuHo/s320/1804877.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Aimee and I are having a dispute about what to name our little boy who will be here in 3 weeks. We both went completely through a baby name book and really couldn't agree on anything. We thought about a name from the scriptures; specifically the Book of Mormon, but the only name we could agree on was Shiz. That name, however, would not go over well on the playground. So we decided to list all the names on the blog and see what everyone out there liked. So here they are in no specific order:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sawyer<br /><br /><br />Joseph<br /><br /><br />Boston<br /><br /><br />Ethan<br /><br /><br />Logan<br /><br /><br />Max or Maximus<br /><br /><br />Mark<br /><br /><br />Anderson<br /><br /><br />Nathan<br /><br /><br />Jon Jr (just kidding)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We look forward to reading your comments so that we don't name the kid something that Aimee wants. hehe.<br />P.S. The picture is not our kidJon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-9244766894806433002010-01-19T16:46:00.000-08:002010-01-19T17:00:23.308-08:00Let the Countdown Begin<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUCZBuCfzR_rB1_9to8HSUdBQrSSTeDX3veeapsJPwmfSI_aqlmVnKWdo-sbvaJ9OgbrNdMYw0JCoPswgnmXRPB2s7yISRujqyqrJY299qXlFVDyZHt3HT-c_8uJrta6KSHYhm-hZ1iU/s1600-h/Blossom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428617523848134690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUCZBuCfzR_rB1_9to8HSUdBQrSSTeDX3veeapsJPwmfSI_aqlmVnKWdo-sbvaJ9OgbrNdMYw0JCoPswgnmXRPB2s7yISRujqyqrJY299qXlFVDyZHt3HT-c_8uJrta6KSHYhm-hZ1iU/s320/Blossom.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Last week, at the doctor's office, we got to schedule our C-Section appointment. So, how long do I have left? Well . . .</div><div>* I have 28 times left to drive to and from work wondering if today will be the day that I pee my pants in traffic.</div><div>* I have 21 more nights where I have to wake up too hot and then minutes later, wake up too cold.</div><div>* I have 14 more working days to restrain from punching the next person in the nose who asks me a stupid question or talks about how "huge" I've gotten since I've become pregnant.</div><div>* I have 5 more billboards to pass on my way home from work that need to expire.</div><div>* I have 4 more times that I have to bend over to clean that stinkin' spot behind the toilet, under the table, in the crack of the shower, etc.</div><div>* I have 3 more youth Sunday School lessons to prepare while trying not to envision suffocating the kids by sitting on them with my body mass.</div><div>* I have 2 more times to refill my Zofran prescription and listen to the pharmacists lovingly call me "preggers" and ask if this week was a little better than last week.</div><div>* I have 1 1/2 packages of 12-roll toilet paper to go through.</div><div> </div><div>February 10th at 7:30 am cannot come fast enough! After that, I think I'm going to begin scheduling appointments for my OCD issue that I seem to have developed.</div>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-40643930332075677492009-12-24T08:07:00.000-08:002009-12-24T08:26:12.087-08:00SHH, Be Still<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVrOZcsHmiHy8Lh1qWHL4Vbw6RuJAi_f8ritugmyDVl6gbKnOYjiejsaosnxCY8_wckaiMexJNPuRj9LAKMMNd7dVQyuw6PZxV8I7Ugl6-lnfCmKqg68R0IIUSvJppHCC6dakDmDALnJw/s1600-h/029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418836598458868818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVrOZcsHmiHy8Lh1qWHL4Vbw6RuJAi_f8ritugmyDVl6gbKnOYjiejsaosnxCY8_wckaiMexJNPuRj9LAKMMNd7dVQyuw6PZxV8I7Ugl6-lnfCmKqg68R0IIUSvJppHCC6dakDmDALnJw/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGJYd_d_zgZ6Diicu1mBIWLOKU5SxWJNGIjg81wOoa-MhAL1rY8gOD75wJyLEbJWGgB3aGzkuh2DXtQK8qpC4v4GCSEuqh2iCodlQkpIq85oLvfa3jYtdKLiEhKbAHo-qoSiL2-qTwW8/s1600-h/027.JPG"></a>It's morning time on Christmas Eve. Shhh, I finally have time to blog about the Christmas season. Mollee is actually awake, but she is refusing to get out of bed, and hey, I'm not going to push her!</div><div> Normally, we have a tradition of going out to Vernal to the Uintah Mountains to cut the most odd-looking Christmas tree from the tallest peak and haul it back to our house. I have been doing this since I was a wee child and my innocent little brothers would throw snowballs at me every time my parents were "searching" for the perfect tree. Ah, brings back memories of long, long car rides, singing perfectly in tune "shut your trap" to each other, and steaming hot chocolate mugs begin whacked upside our heads . . . all to end up in a very silent sobbing night. Who wouldn't want to miss that?<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXUsBEytdsMm3bwUM00V2BIlZD-Ez5IZ-tUhMual2lxAuSJrqSGtCB8qAWcYEzMv6fByzJhzp8bMMcto3M0wo8txroc5Aepmpqk6FD8cLmNqh30ZO2eW9ksc20UmioQHC1RznCb_XLypY/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418835994912522386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXUsBEytdsMm3bwUM00V2BIlZD-Ez5IZ-tUhMual2lxAuSJrqSGtCB8qAWcYEzMv6fByzJhzp8bMMcto3M0wo8txroc5Aepmpqk6FD8cLmNqh30ZO2eW9ksc20UmioQHC1RznCb_XLypY/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /></a> Well, everyone did. My sister refused to go because she's in the "teen I'm too cool for this" phase and both of my bros just absolutely said no. Unfortunately, I didn't want to haul my 7 month pregnant body up and over mountain after mountain, so . . . Jon, Mollee, and I decided to do the next best thing . . . find a tree at Smith's Marketplace.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsGnFod5JFBgUj4iXzNTrzEFDtllQ-I8uIf0PbEPqeCe4YnP_R_jumuOPkxRpvbb6Ue-ys2Kc3cD6w8Yzxrk1b-R3gDcp6UEw8Hc70fRv2nq1TYq7U05GayESRjoyDaIMJEAs86CrAD-4/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418835715622510482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsGnFod5JFBgUj4iXzNTrzEFDtllQ-I8uIf0PbEPqeCe4YnP_R_jumuOPkxRpvbb6Ue-ys2Kc3cD6w8Yzxrk1b-R3gDcp6UEw8Hc70fRv2nq1TYq7U05GayESRjoyDaIMJEAs86CrAD-4/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>Jon still pretended to cut down the tree and we warmed up inside the store. Cozy 106.5 was there and Mollee spun the wheel and won a pony movie. </div><div> Later this month, Mollee got to go have dinner with Santa at the Zoo Lights. Why is it that other children want items that Santa can afford like gum ball machines, toy dolls, etch-a-sketch while my kid asks Santa for a $200 talking Barbie house and a big toy (she means bike)?</div><div><br /><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUoQpzCrGDLYpwye5_NMQqShx_fQpuAFfChp2bbNnXfMfEbezdl-AjTdHn4V1HN5NORPPw4JLQ7ZWZQZ4B7CWhROaatSCF7Szq-oz_ViGQObAhRGLQKV_UeFQd26GMw_Npk8GHCeAToxA/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418835536438025650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUoQpzCrGDLYpwye5_NMQqShx_fQpuAFfChp2bbNnXfMfEbezdl-AjTdHn4V1HN5NORPPw4JLQ7ZWZQZ4B7CWhROaatSCF7Szq-oz_ViGQObAhRGLQKV_UeFQd26GMw_Npk8GHCeAToxA/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQRMIl4Z6uu-9DETueE5g3zjWNyWqm-vDuF4xcYmN7bFBkbvwpHLWsrJM9cx6btr7wDxuqqPhXTuHRaEQtxzB1yxqnbPSzj1yVzXszXzEBummwESGC1T59ngqlv-HGtC-88CkkOb62BY/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418835346006161154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQRMIl4Z6uu-9DETueE5g3zjWNyWqm-vDuF4xcYmN7bFBkbvwpHLWsrJM9cx6btr7wDxuqqPhXTuHRaEQtxzB1yxqnbPSzj1yVzXszXzEBummwESGC1T59ngqlv-HGtC-88CkkOb62BY/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This month has been filled with family, parties, fun, hard work (we're working on moving Mollee to a new room and revamping her room for the baby), and of course, doctor's appointments (3 this month). Time is marching on and it's almost a new year. The Frazier's want to wish you guys (if Aimee is saying it) or y'all (if Jon is saying it) a safe and happy holiday season.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-40902735982963951802009-12-24T08:00:00.000-08:002009-12-24T08:06:58.719-08:00Tryptophan Thanksgiving<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYRPo_GB1tI23mZZw1lyebfUarIq_qU1kTJ7yq8MNN1ozjbpK5SPtoYUb241G1-InUN2en4rUt2WMiiY_kuGcpdfeZkDw3hqw1PMmR5zjQPR1OEGOmc0mtZgwA4m3GnaA1ho_ySY4IZCs/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418833831695563698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYRPo_GB1tI23mZZw1lyebfUarIq_qU1kTJ7yq8MNN1ozjbpK5SPtoYUb241G1-InUN2en4rUt2WMiiY_kuGcpdfeZkDw3hqw1PMmR5zjQPR1OEGOmc0mtZgwA4m3GnaA1ho_ySY4IZCs/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO6DCWEy9wzdYuVhpggFmu90OoXDezVZM38vThtwJOB6ud1U5uo2id9vHGmXcf5cTKg-UxsjIsCrfia-0ZZsyUJx1Qq3_YHVnOwGearHQZHhYFHCbPXcDX0xteyciLaPmn2w40zjy_AQ8/s1600-h/006.JPG"></a><br />Our Thanksgiving was pretty much a yawner for us, however, my brother and his wife suprised us with having their baby girl, Nora, two weeks early. They had her via c-section on November 20th and were in the hospital for Thanksgiving. It seemed like the show just couldn't get going without them and I totally forgot to bring my camera to get a good pic. Ugh, onto Christmas . . .<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg0F8e0Mta5H_ogrU-jwPOk6bC5JPhgb0vWXTmw5fzegoJUB3lpFUTaIhs2MuC2OFAJfDv6jFr-QSVHRr0qb_mU7Irug7lPa445x4LVBR5Yzi7rIEXP7RHMd07QMJu1HWrkjDw4TSMNog/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418833455234311026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg0F8e0Mta5H_ogrU-jwPOk6bC5JPhgb0vWXTmw5fzegoJUB3lpFUTaIhs2MuC2OFAJfDv6jFr-QSVHRr0qb_mU7Irug7lPa445x4LVBR5Yzi7rIEXP7RHMd07QMJu1HWrkjDw4TSMNog/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-77576863746479710902009-11-11T13:10:00.000-08:002009-11-11T13:17:36.794-08:00Chunky MonkeySo, yesterday when I went to the doctor, I walked in confidently thinking that the doctor was going to say, “Congratulations, you are just one week away from entering the third and final trimester! I’m glad that you’re still alive.” Instead I heard, Aimee, you’re fat.<br /><br />Okay, so the doctor didn’t say it quite in those terms. What she said was, “It looks like for the last two appointments your weight has spiked. Normally, we like to see a gain of 1 pound per week. You are about 4 lbs over that – total.”<br /><br />This is what went through Jon’s head, “Man, I’m glad that I’m not the patient. Thanks for taking one for the team, Aim.”<br /><br />This is what went through my head, “Are you serious? Do you know that I’m pregnant? Do you know that I’ve been sick and lost 6 pounds in the first two months? Maybe I can cut out the donut that I eat for breakfast in the mornings. Did you even look at my history chart before telling me this? Maybe it is true that you gain more on subsequent pregnancies. Is it too late to change doctors to get a second opinion? Maybe I’ll up my workouts from one walk around the lake at my work to two. How many pregnant women actually stay within the ‘averages?’ Okay, so I can forgo the cheese on my baked potato for lunches (but I’m not willing to sacrifice the sour cream.) Are you even supposed to lose weight when you’re pregnant? What am I supposed to do with this info? The once a week ice cream night is definitely out. Why did my doc have to tell me this two weeks before Thanksgiving?”<br /><br />Jon had to try to do damage control the entire way home from the doctor’s office. He did a pretty good job with his pep talk. Then he dropped me off at home and headed to work. I . . . . worked out. Now my leg hurts and I’m even more hungry than I was before.<br /><br />Don’t I deserve a break . . . after all, I am pregnant! Hello!!Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733173592229062692.post-18266450938243059822009-11-07T12:54:00.000-08:002009-11-07T13:10:20.758-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxm2Srt3wIcUzlX9BOL3mja1jneFzeEeljIoWzo1cuitAkaowjf1qkWWLYYZAfzWwPalG5KbkQXSMCb_3vNQ3SswdNxJFVYrNzciMI4noljSNkFPRAdBymuti3DBcvKMJL-Bux0L8YeIA/s1600-h/035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401469416798792098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxm2Srt3wIcUzlX9BOL3mja1jneFzeEeljIoWzo1cuitAkaowjf1qkWWLYYZAfzWwPalG5KbkQXSMCb_3vNQ3SswdNxJFVYrNzciMI4noljSNkFPRAdBymuti3DBcvKMJL-Bux0L8YeIA/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeRamm5Cbld3MXQnlLZsSqmsPRPBgK3k2z18gUgfEvb2Bj05S7TR1wy_WY8sDfzapT4ZlgpEv_XS6lPUzFgwPf_9wwcY_b37HURb2DcEhExMHejjFu_gsjP-mLqCMf3kVFYUo6Lv9a2KE/s1600-h/033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401469273177811282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeRamm5Cbld3MXQnlLZsSqmsPRPBgK3k2z18gUgfEvb2Bj05S7TR1wy_WY8sDfzapT4ZlgpEv_XS6lPUzFgwPf_9wwcY_b37HURb2DcEhExMHejjFu_gsjP-mLqCMf3kVFYUo6Lv9a2KE/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mollee searched costume after costume. She passed on the princesses; she passed on the fairies; she stopped at the cow. What a cute cow she made. We met Tinkerbell at my brother, Darin's, work the day before Halloween. Mollee partied all day on Friday at daycare and ate her fill of cupcakes. By the time we were ready to go trick or treating on Saturday, my little cow was exhausted. She went to house after house for about 45 minutes before turning to Jon and saying, "Daddy, this cow is tired." She came home and wanted to give all of her candy to the trick or treaters that showed up at our house. What a kind little cow!!<br /><br /><div></div></div>Jon and Aimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13279620907750114322noreply@blogger.com3