<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954</id><updated>2012-01-20T19:01:53.678-08:00</updated><category term='Baptism'/><category term='pj&apos;s'/><category term='summer vacation'/><category term='Butterfly'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='projects'/><category term='school'/><category term='PTSO'/><category term='Fred'/><category term='sample'/><category term='George'/><category term='opinions'/><category term='Special Occasion'/><category term='Every day'/><category term='Birthday dress'/><category term='Jr.'/><category term='Dress Up'/><category term='flower girls'/><category term='karate'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='family'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='CBC'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Cinderella'/><category term='dance'/><category term='questions'/><category term='business orders'/><title type='text'>Life with ElCid &amp; the Girls</title><subtitle type='html'>The not so wild but often crazy adventure of being married and raising 3 girls in Las Vegas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>881</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-8870556639177612431</id><published>2012-01-20T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:52:58.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead yet...</title><content type='html'>Or on bedrest! Which is a very happy thing for all of us over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm 30 weeks and Jack-Jack is becoming a bigger part of our lives everyday. Well that is until I run into yet another person who tells me they "can hardly tell I'm pregnant". Yes, all of them are alive and unscathed. Gold star for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She is also becoming quite entertaining. Last week I was laying down watching TV and she was literally bouncing off the walls. She would shove off from the bedside of my stomach bounce into the other side and do it all over. She did that 4 or 5 times before she got bored and moved one. Last night I was laying down watching TV again and had my hand resting at the top of my stomach. All of a sudden there was something small, hard and pointy poking me! I'm not sure if it was a fist, heel, elbow or what but it was the first time something that small had been out there that far. I called for ElCid and she did it again. I called for ElCid again, again and she had moved on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did fail the glucose test 2 weeks ago so I'm on a really boring, rather regimented diet. Bleck. Nothing brings out the 4 year old in me faster than someone telling me what to do. Unfortunately it's Jack-Jack who could end up worse for the wear so I try to keep my "you're not the boss of me" tendencies in check.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm having Dr. appts every two weeks (next check-up is the 27th), check my BP 3 times a day, and blood sugars 4 times a day. I have definitely been inspired to get in better shape and stay that way because none of this is fun, or how I want to live my life permanently! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-8870556639177612431?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8870556639177612431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=8870556639177612431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8870556639177612431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8870556639177612431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-not-dead-yet.html' title='I&apos;m not dead yet...'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-1962800621511933642</id><published>2012-01-09T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T11:03:54.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My super awesome friends Kathy, Jen and Diana threw me a party for Jack-Jack!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a plate to sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVxcGTRxwaU/Txm5OOapRLI/AAAAAAAAHP0/bGYCIAaF9wU/s1600/IMG_1358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVxcGTRxwaU/Txm5OOapRLI/AAAAAAAAHP0/bGYCIAaF9wU/s200/IMG_1358.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1tIE66fAgZc/Txm5JSzCBzI/AAAAAAAAHPs/P89_PTkLTAo/s1600/IMG_1346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1tIE66fAgZc/Txm5JSzCBzI/AAAAAAAAHPs/P89_PTkLTAo/s200/IMG_1346.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess which day she will arrive, if you'd like to cast a vote let me know and I'll pencil you in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ff_GhFqR9p0/Txm5E2LebKI/AAAAAAAAHPk/vfFPpwlM3AE/s1600/IMG_1344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ff_GhFqR9p0/Txm5E2LebKI/AAAAAAAAHPk/vfFPpwlM3AE/s200/IMG_1344.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4DFvGWjZVk/Txm5Amo3ymI/AAAAAAAAHPc/n_B-nREV8Gc/s1600/IMG_1343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4DFvGWjZVk/Txm5Amo3ymI/AAAAAAAAHPc/n_B-nREV8Gc/s200/IMG_1343.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fun presents to open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--iW77eIn2to/Txm48AejEOI/AAAAAAAAHPU/0EoO97JzGS8/s1600/IMG_1342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--iW77eIn2to/Txm48AejEOI/AAAAAAAAHPU/0EoO97JzGS8/s320/IMG_1342.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My darling cake and all the delicious food!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7b6G5bSNXM/Txm43qT7neI/AAAAAAAAHPM/BdZOVHRXShY/s1600/IMG_1339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7b6G5bSNXM/Txm43qT7neI/AAAAAAAAHPM/BdZOVHRXShY/s200/IMG_1339.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CPXEXVO5oZw/Txm4plmFuzI/AAAAAAAAHO0/sDWY5Aa2R1g/s1600/IMG_1336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CPXEXVO5oZw/Txm4plmFuzI/AAAAAAAAHO0/sDWY5Aa2R1g/s200/IMG_1336.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TkwBjTv7YVY/Txm4yTFN2CI/AAAAAAAAHPE/b-1oXSVWCrs/s1600/IMG_1338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TkwBjTv7YVY/Txm4yTFN2CI/AAAAAAAAHPE/b-1oXSVWCrs/s200/IMG_1338.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RiOrbyI4X_c/Txm4uHthsSI/AAAAAAAAHO8/gSSocTZKDV8/s1600/IMG_1337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RiOrbyI4X_c/Txm4uHthsSI/AAAAAAAAHO8/gSSocTZKDV8/s200/IMG_1337.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was so much fun and I know there were more pictures, I'll have to hunt them down. We hung out with lots of people and just chatted. I got great baby things which was very appreciated since I got rid off all that 6 years ago! It's made me even more excited for this baby to get here and now I have stuff to organize and get ready for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-1962800621511933642?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1962800621511933642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=1962800621511933642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1962800621511933642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1962800621511933642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2012/01/party-time.html' title='Party Time!!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVxcGTRxwaU/Txm5OOapRLI/AAAAAAAAHP0/bGYCIAaF9wU/s72-c/IMG_1358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-490853554402102213</id><published>2012-01-04T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:24:49.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday ElCid!!</title><content type='html'>As usual for ElCid's birthday I made cheesecake, I cheated this year and made a no-bake one. It still went over well. Per tradition the girls put the cherries on top, I wish I could say there was less spoon/finger licking than there was in the past but that would be wishful thinking.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-nhkBfkxjg/TwdlKaJLtYI/AAAAAAAAHOU/PNXayDj4pbU/s1600/IMG_1326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-nhkBfkxjg/TwdlKaJLtYI/AAAAAAAAHOU/PNXayDj4pbU/s200/IMG_1326.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGZwNStpDUU/TwdlP_9kwCI/AAAAAAAAHOc/zrOBayi3JnM/s1600/IMG_1329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGZwNStpDUU/TwdlP_9kwCI/AAAAAAAAHOc/zrOBayi3JnM/s200/IMG_1329.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure what's up with all of the faces, I warned them I was posting it and nobody cared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IT_qnIpFTbc/TwdlWBncCsI/AAAAAAAAHOk/RXxCYxzebrI/s1600/IMG_1331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IT_qnIpFTbc/TwdlWBncCsI/AAAAAAAAHOk/RXxCYxzebrI/s200/IMG_1331.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With all the birthdays we've celebrated we had a 3 and 7 on hand which is a good thing because I don't think that many candles would fit on this cake!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vgVyr20oB0w/TwdlZWXK7OI/AAAAAAAAHOs/D9VhOMu2mBc/s1600/IMG_1332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vgVyr20oB0w/TwdlZWXK7OI/AAAAAAAAHOs/D9VhOMu2mBc/s320/IMG_1332.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my handsome man!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-490853554402102213?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/490853554402102213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=490853554402102213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/490853554402102213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/490853554402102213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-elcid.html' title='Happy Birthday ElCid!!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-nhkBfkxjg/TwdlKaJLtYI/AAAAAAAAHOU/PNXayDj4pbU/s72-c/IMG_1326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-8994709539566422985</id><published>2012-01-03T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T13:09:09.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realistic Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've always thought New Year's Resolutions were kind of silly. If you aren't going to do something in October what makes you think you're going to get it done in January? Anyway, I was asked today if I have any New Year's resolutions and I do have one. The tried and true and rarely successful "I'm going to lose weight" I've just tacked "in March and April" on to the end. It's the only thing I can realistically say I'm going to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't say -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll get more sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be more organized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will volunteer more often at my children's school &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won't take on new responsibilites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will spend less money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will keep my house cleaned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be more patient with my girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not saying those things would be impossible goals just that they aren't realistic for me right now. So here I am sticking with "I am going to lose weight - in March and April"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-8994709539566422985?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8994709539566422985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=8994709539566422985&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8994709539566422985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8994709539566422985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2012/01/realistic-goals.html' title='Realistic Goals'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-491324393410102370</id><published>2011-12-26T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T12:07:35.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIG Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a TRAMPOLINE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VQBIFa_nhX0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;center&gt;ElCid and I put together the trampoline, my job was to sit and look cute until it came time to put up the enclosure. I did a very good job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wn1fflWxr_w/TvzDMyeKoxI/AAAAAAAAHNM/essY_5UrBt4/s1600/IMG_1303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wn1fflWxr_w/TvzDMyeKoxI/AAAAAAAAHNM/essY_5UrBt4/s200/IMG_1303.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HBsAPF4pdxU/TvzDQDi3x2I/AAAAAAAAHNU/9Q5oEVy-gC8/s1600/IMG_1304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HBsAPF4pdxU/TvzDQDi3x2I/AAAAAAAAHNU/9Q5oEVy-gC8/s200/IMG_1304.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2QZMfki8cBQ/TvzDTjmVGaI/AAAAAAAAHNc/tpba2Wj0vZo/s1600/IMG_1305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2QZMfki8cBQ/TvzDTjmVGaI/AAAAAAAAHNc/tpba2Wj0vZo/s200/IMG_1305.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKeg_Dbu4jQ/TvzDXpBY77I/AAAAAAAAHNk/PrA0juPhNUw/s1600/IMG_1306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKeg_Dbu4jQ/TvzDXpBY77I/AAAAAAAAHNk/PrA0juPhNUw/s200/IMG_1306.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_G8hclYrbis/TvzDcVvRakI/AAAAAAAAHNs/OmGANBtKjdE/s1600/IMG_1307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_G8hclYrbis/TvzDcVvRakI/AAAAAAAAHNs/OmGANBtKjdE/s200/IMG_1307.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3bVsQwFAHJY/TvzDgyDnnkI/AAAAAAAAHN0/_5tbVJsA3Ps/s1600/IMG_1308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3bVsQwFAHJY/TvzDgyDnnkI/AAAAAAAAHN0/_5tbVJsA3Ps/s200/IMG_1308.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwoqFfGyF48/TvzDlksLN_I/AAAAAAAAHN8/6bA6nhV6WA0/s1600/IMG_1309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwoqFfGyF48/TvzDlksLN_I/AAAAAAAAHN8/6bA6nhV6WA0/s200/IMG_1309.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h1Y449TQHI8/TvzDrfXFOGI/AAAAAAAAHOE/kNciCXvefNY/s1600/IMG_1310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h1Y449TQHI8/TvzDrfXFOGI/AAAAAAAAHOE/kNciCXvefNY/s200/IMG_1310.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlQSseoDqqM/TvzDw5Ge60I/AAAAAAAAHOM/7su5a4ZzLMI/s1600/IMG_1311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlQSseoDqqM/TvzDw5Ge60I/AAAAAAAAHOM/7su5a4ZzLMI/s200/IMG_1311.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We have had very happy jumpers, we just have to remind Fred that she outweighs the others by quite a bit when you take the bounce of the trampoline into consideration. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-491324393410102370?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/491324393410102370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=491324393410102370&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/491324393410102370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/491324393410102370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/12/big-present.html' title='The BIG Present'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VQBIFa_nhX0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-5196870296870084621</id><published>2011-12-26T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T11:44:08.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mery Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had Christmas, how about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VVXkMS0BYgk/Tvy-Q1LVWtI/AAAAAAAAHK0/hLv83KWM2O0/s1600/IMG_1231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VVXkMS0BYgk/Tvy-Q1LVWtI/AAAAAAAAHK0/hLv83KWM2O0/s200/IMG_1231.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcOC8V3umPA/Tvy-VixbSbI/AAAAAAAAHK8/RV6Y-jT6pPc/s1600/IMG_1232.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcOC8V3umPA/Tvy-VixbSbI/AAAAAAAAHK8/RV6Y-jT6pPc/s200/IMG_1232.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EriHeqipZ-c/Tvy-aQTicUI/AAAAAAAAHLE/A1fK44bInzo/s1600/IMG_1233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EriHeqipZ-c/Tvy-aQTicUI/AAAAAAAAHLE/A1fK44bInzo/s200/IMG_1233.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MmeY9lTxU3o/Tvy-gcrgVCI/AAAAAAAAHLM/wMSjVRtfJRo/s1600/IMG_1234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MmeY9lTxU3o/Tvy-gcrgVCI/AAAAAAAAHLM/wMSjVRtfJRo/s200/IMG_1234.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Everyone enjoying their stockings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r9RIEWpYkgc/Tvy-jC1DU2I/AAAAAAAAHLU/HmxjZPOaOLI/s1600/IMG_1235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r9RIEWpYkgc/Tvy-jC1DU2I/AAAAAAAAHLU/HmxjZPOaOLI/s200/IMG_1235.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGxdeII0mWE/Tvy-oamCzPI/AAAAAAAAHLc/Sfn-D0gT8Q0/s1600/IMG_1237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGxdeII0mWE/Tvy-oamCzPI/AAAAAAAAHLc/Sfn-D0gT8Q0/s200/IMG_1237.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;George got the guitar she's been pining for for two years. Jr. got a video camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GgsPt49kHmE/Tvy-s9ZaIYI/AAAAAAAAHLk/s3ET53Fz2SI/s1600/IMG_1243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GgsPt49kHmE/Tvy-s9ZaIYI/AAAAAAAAHLk/s3ET53Fz2SI/s200/IMG_1243.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TVR0L8mnrQI/Tvy-wUHA8QI/AAAAAAAAHLs/6th_UVVgUMQ/s1600/IMG_1245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TVR0L8mnrQI/Tvy-wUHA8QI/AAAAAAAAHLs/6th_UVVgUMQ/s200/IMG_1245.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fred got her ipod touch (back) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CTkGqkotlWg/Tvy-z5beKAI/AAAAAAAAHL0/manRz_5NjQ0/s1600/IMG_1247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CTkGqkotlWg/Tvy-z5beKAI/AAAAAAAAHL0/manRz_5NjQ0/s200/IMG_1247.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pct6-wXhbYM/Tvy-4DWdyfI/AAAAAAAAHL8/5WB1hszQDko/s1600/IMG_1253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pct6-wXhbYM/Tvy-4DWdyfI/AAAAAAAAHL8/5WB1hszQDko/s200/IMG_1253.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oKchWPUMPCI/Tvy-6GBJglI/AAAAAAAAHME/eCDqTzPNZa0/s1600/IMG_1256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oKchWPUMPCI/Tvy-6GBJglI/AAAAAAAAHME/eCDqTzPNZa0/s200/IMG_1256.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2cKZWxFuAQ/Tvy-8UKDl7I/AAAAAAAAHMM/lHiTRctDArE/s1600/IMG_1262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2cKZWxFuAQ/Tvy-8UKDl7I/AAAAAAAAHMM/lHiTRctDArE/s200/IMG_1262.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disney On Ice!! Thanks Abuelo!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQZ65ahVFhg/TvzBScRTNFI/AAAAAAAAHNA/Rb008ITNgh8/s1600/IMG_1272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQZ65ahVFhg/TvzBScRTNFI/AAAAAAAAHNA/Rb008ITNgh8/s320/IMG_1272.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The only (seriously AWFUL) picture of me and my present - an iPad :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQ35zf_3lAs/Tvy_DYqziGI/AAAAAAAAHMc/Rd4Z6M5Z9tA/s1600/IMG_1273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQ35zf_3lAs/Tvy_DYqziGI/AAAAAAAAHMc/Rd4Z6M5Z9tA/s200/IMG_1273.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ElCid got a Silver tie from Fred, Walkie - Talkies from George and an Angry Birds shirt from Jr. He got an iPhone from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MyK6fWvDObU/Tvy_IjSrlBI/AAAAAAAAHMk/ZGEktw7kJ9M/s1600/IMG_1274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MyK6fWvDObU/Tvy_IjSrlBI/AAAAAAAAHMk/ZGEktw7kJ9M/s200/IMG_1274.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pz_onvmRqV8/Tvy_Ng9obDI/AAAAAAAAHMs/Pc6KrkLeVnY/s1600/IMG_1275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pz_onvmRqV8/Tvy_Ng9obDI/AAAAAAAAHMs/Pc6KrkLeVnY/s200/IMG_1275.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma made sure even Jack-Jack wasn't left out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WofORthhFls/Tvy_TKxCaBI/AAAAAAAAHM0/R4HSNUo06JM/s1600/IMG_1302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WofORthhFls/Tvy_TKxCaBI/AAAAAAAAHM0/R4HSNUo06JM/s200/IMG_1302.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas was fun, a little bit crazy with meetings and church and other things going on but everyone ended the day happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-5196870296870084621?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5196870296870084621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=5196870296870084621&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5196870296870084621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5196870296870084621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/12/mery-christmas.html' title='Mery Christmas'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VVXkMS0BYgk/Tvy-Q1LVWtI/AAAAAAAAHK0/hLv83KWM2O0/s72-c/IMG_1231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-7014057587171611346</id><published>2011-12-24T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T18:23:45.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because it's Christmas Eve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fred wanted to know why she couldn't just make her craft and why we had to have family time. My response of it's Christmas Eve didn't seem like a real answer to her. On to the horrible punishment she had to endure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sugar cookies - oh the horrors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ElCid was the official photographer and we all got to make a tray of cookies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AGdw_8GgWKk/TvaACoZe2rI/AAAAAAAAHJ4/dCtFFEopt-Q/s1600/IMG_1220.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AGdw_8GgWKk/TvaACoZe2rI/AAAAAAAAHJ4/dCtFFEopt-Q/s200/IMG_1220.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OB9afzr_LzI/TvaAH51-rxI/AAAAAAAAHKA/XuGvsEg2qlA/s1600/IMG_1221.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OB9afzr_LzI/TvaAH51-rxI/AAAAAAAAHKA/XuGvsEg2qlA/s200/IMG_1221.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHiAER_jKdc/TvaANT-gwiI/AAAAAAAAHKI/F3fa72wKWHQ/s1600/IMG_1222.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHiAER_jKdc/TvaANT-gwiI/AAAAAAAAHKI/F3fa72wKWHQ/s200/IMG_1222.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-GJBcy4K_g/TvaASpZCJHI/AAAAAAAAHKQ/CTaEkeUDLpw/s1600/IMG_1223.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-GJBcy4K_g/TvaASpZCJHI/AAAAAAAAHKQ/CTaEkeUDLpw/s200/IMG_1223.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_m4_jTcEdl8/TvaAYDmUEpI/AAAAAAAAHKY/YwXRQKFqIXA/s1600/IMG_1224.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_m4_jTcEdl8/TvaAYDmUEpI/AAAAAAAAHKY/YwXRQKFqIXA/s200/IMG_1224.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-86HKM_GDoC8/TvaAc53_YCI/AAAAAAAAHKg/qYA9hXQHtrE/s1600/IMG_1225.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-86HKM_GDoC8/TvaAc53_YCI/AAAAAAAAHKg/qYA9hXQHtrE/s200/IMG_1225.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;George enjoyed using the scraps as playdough and made several sculptures, including this fun cake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wY_2TuowC_0/TvaAhSbl6VI/AAAAAAAAHKo/P5Fnti5FRp8/s1600/IMG_1226.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wY_2TuowC_0/TvaAhSbl6VI/AAAAAAAAHKo/P5Fnti5FRp8/s200/IMG_1226.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had an amazing surprise this afternoon from my Uncle Troy and his family! A treat tower from Harry &amp;amp; David. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;YUMMY&lt;/span&gt;!! We took pictures for my mom and saved her some of everything, because I'm pretty sure her living with us is why the treats came here. Good thing he didn't know she's in Washington :) My Uncle Troy is one of the few extended relatives of mine that the girls "know". He's super cool and we &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt; the treats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ewdPvhCcwn4/TvZ_dy811kI/AAAAAAAAHI4/s820uAImcDU/s1600/IMG_1212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ewdPvhCcwn4/TvZ_dy811kI/AAAAAAAAHI4/s820uAImcDU/s200/IMG_1212.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OpWtnOAlg5A/TvZ_nwbJIPI/AAAAAAAAHJI/BphxhHnv4lo/s1600/IMG_1214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OpWtnOAlg5A/TvZ_nwbJIPI/AAAAAAAAHJI/BphxhHnv4lo/s200/IMG_1214.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBcdAlIQVEw/TvZ_sVMPVzI/AAAAAAAAHJQ/xTKD3HOO1uc/s1600/IMG_1215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBcdAlIQVEw/TvZ_sVMPVzI/AAAAAAAAHJQ/xTKD3HOO1uc/s200/IMG_1215.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YB1irx3ed3E/TvZ_xMtJmvI/AAAAAAAAHJY/RIGeARAT6vs/s1600/IMG_1216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YB1irx3ed3E/TvZ_xMtJmvI/AAAAAAAAHJY/RIGeARAT6vs/s200/IMG_1216.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3eT6xlNTsOw/TvZ_1YUXJUI/AAAAAAAAHJg/MwgomjOUB98/s1600/IMG_1217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3eT6xlNTsOw/TvZ_1YUXJUI/AAAAAAAAHJg/MwgomjOUB98/s200/IMG_1217.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vXF6e3z1YHw/TvZ_55f3pVI/AAAAAAAAHJo/fS7zwuKjumY/s1600/IMG_1218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vXF6e3z1YHw/TvZ_55f3pVI/AAAAAAAAHJo/fS7zwuKjumY/s200/IMG_1218.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FpHxvUFiKmc/TvZ_9zn1clI/AAAAAAAAHJw/Hyg9wDGi080/s1600/IMG_1219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FpHxvUFiKmc/TvZ_9zn1clI/AAAAAAAAHJw/Hyg9wDGi080/s200/IMG_1219.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now we're going to frost cookies and continue tracking Santa on the NORAD website.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-7014057587171611346?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7014057587171611346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=7014057587171611346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7014057587171611346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7014057587171611346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/12/because-its-christmas-eve.html' title='Because it&apos;s Christmas Eve!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AGdw_8GgWKk/TvaACoZe2rI/AAAAAAAAHJ4/dCtFFEopt-Q/s72-c/IMG_1220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-6796733255969590459</id><published>2011-12-17T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:13:51.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Break!! Winter Break!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**There is back posting below with more pictures** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are out on Winter Break and getting lots of sleep for the next 2 weeks is totally on my list of things to do. Unfortunately the girls think I am their personal chauffeur and have a long list of places they &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; to go. And I &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; to be dressed in something besides pj's to drive them, whatever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack-Jack has been growing like a weed, and more people are figuring out I'm pregnant! I'm never sure how to take it when someone tells me they just figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s1w7rNvwnlE/Tuz8RJoGCWI/AAAAAAAAHHc/s6X1NGizZlk/s1600/IMG_1158.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s1w7rNvwnlE/Tuz8RJoGCWI/AAAAAAAAHHc/s6X1NGizZlk/s200/IMG_1158.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She's also making movements that are visible from the outside but she's quite the stinker and her sisters will stare intently at my belly for a few minutes and as soon as they get bored and look away she moves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She's kicked ElCid, Fred, and George. Poor Jr. just hasn't been at the right place at the right time. Fred is the most intent on making her kick and has been foiled more than once, it's always a good laugh. She'll put her hand on my left side Jack-Jack kicks right. She puts her hand on my right, she kicks left. Once in utter frustration Fred put her hand on both sides and Jack-Jack kicked straight down. She's usually way down low like the other 3 were.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All three girls got their report cards and all 3 got straight A's. Jr and George had assemblies for A honor roll. Jr's assembly was also pajama day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phoUSShFQis/TvAZZg9IHGI/AAAAAAAAHIs/gh713NJUVW0/s1600/IMG_1170+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phoUSShFQis/TvAZZg9IHGI/AAAAAAAAHIs/gh713NJUVW0/s200/IMG_1170+2.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BTiOTrmZoHk/Tuz8aKzdlZI/AAAAAAAAHH0/h6XM7ygXbSU/s1600/IMG_1166.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BTiOTrmZoHk/Tuz8aKzdlZI/AAAAAAAAHH0/h6XM7ygXbSU/s200/IMG_1166.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PlyGT7ZGlp8/TvAZU7nQtdI/AAAAAAAAHIk/sztiGGFIRd8/s1600/IMG_1163+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PlyGT7ZGlp8/TvAZU7nQtdI/AAAAAAAAHIk/sztiGGFIRd8/s200/IMG_1163+2.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V41RYPGOD5c/Tuz8TUM4KxI/AAAAAAAAHHk/eo8LXby3C0U/s1600/IMG_1159.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V41RYPGOD5c/Tuz8TUM4KxI/AAAAAAAAHHk/eo8LXby3C0U/s200/IMG_1159.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fred was student of the month, unfortunately I had a Dr. appt at the very same time as the thing at her school, it wasn't a whole assembly, and didn't remind ElCid &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt; that he needed to go so we were the horrible parents that didn't show. Hopefully next time we do better!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty much ready for our Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;I have a few last minute projects to finish up for Kathy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-6796733255969590459?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6796733255969590459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=6796733255969590459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/6796733255969590459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/6796733255969590459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-break-winter-break.html' title='Winter Break!! Winter Break!!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s1w7rNvwnlE/Tuz8RJoGCWI/AAAAAAAAHHc/s6X1NGizZlk/s72-c/IMG_1158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-6853861510314046817</id><published>2011-12-13T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T12:49:21.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That creepy Elf</title><content type='html'>George has been learning "legends" in class from other cultures and countries. One of the little girls shared that they have an Elf on the Shelf. I think those things are creepy and since the man in the red suit doesn't visit our house I didn't think we needed one. I was wrong. So as a compromise I made two Christmas Friends to hide around the house. Glitter Snowflake and Sparkle Candy Cane. Here they are with the sleeping girls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CFQZ71HMlsA/Tuz8Kh5FtfI/AAAAAAAAHHM/glmhadEw5o4/s1600/IMG_1155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CFQZ71HMlsA/Tuz8Kh5FtfI/AAAAAAAAHHM/glmhadEw5o4/s200/IMG_1155.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HoQ1tGPQ00/Tuz8Od75hsI/AAAAAAAAHHU/MthQHaCLqsw/s1600/IMG_1156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HoQ1tGPQ00/Tuz8Od75hsI/AAAAAAAAHHU/MthQHaCLqsw/s200/IMG_1156.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-6853861510314046817?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6853861510314046817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=6853861510314046817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/6853861510314046817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/6853861510314046817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-creepy-elf.html' title='That creepy Elf'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CFQZ71HMlsA/Tuz8Kh5FtfI/AAAAAAAAHHM/glmhadEw5o4/s72-c/IMG_1155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-6900391167893287910</id><published>2011-12-12T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T19:32:52.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honor Choir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oo1qtfWALYk/Tu0C8JaZTOI/AAAAAAAAHIM/SIVB9DRQim0/s1600/IMG_1154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oo1qtfWALYk/Tu0C8JaZTOI/AAAAAAAAHIM/SIVB9DRQim0/s320/IMG_1154.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jr. is part of the honor choir at the girls school. Her concert was a lot of fun, our favorite songs were Mashed Potatoes and the candle song.&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xgmL1acTnjQ" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xQW_5QP_rjE" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-6900391167893287910?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6900391167893287910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=6900391167893287910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/6900391167893287910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/6900391167893287910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/12/honor-choir.html' title='Honor Choir'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oo1qtfWALYk/Tu0C8JaZTOI/AAAAAAAAHIM/SIVB9DRQim0/s72-c/IMG_1154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-818356325787120615</id><published>2011-12-10T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T20:23:17.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Extravaganza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jr and George participated in the HDDA holiday dance recital. They both did well and looked great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D895Epk3mJc/Tuz8DiDXSsI/AAAAAAAAHG8/dUXjDpjqOhs/s1600/IMG_1142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D895Epk3mJc/Tuz8DiDXSsI/AAAAAAAAHG8/dUXjDpjqOhs/s200/IMG_1142.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6GSanVqlwcM/Tuz8F65IHuI/AAAAAAAAHHE/VNW_U9sU3bc/s1600/IMG_1143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6GSanVqlwcM/Tuz8F65IHuI/AAAAAAAAHHE/VNW_U9sU3bc/s200/IMG_1143.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5wpPLAC1MtE" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2MCjpJhS900" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-818356325787120615?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/818356325787120615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=818356325787120615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/818356325787120615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/818356325787120615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-extravaganza.html' title='Holiday Extravaganza'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D895Epk3mJc/Tuz8DiDXSsI/AAAAAAAAHG8/dUXjDpjqOhs/s72-c/IMG_1142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-3840444691804108730</id><published>2011-12-08T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T12:55:35.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dance studio offered pictures with the Holiday Recital fee so I took advantage and made the girls get dressed up and look pretty for the picture. Now I just need to get it on a card and in the mail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHtdX2EdYds/Tu0BYn9vfHI/AAAAAAAAHIE/u9wsz-h8hLI/s1600/Scan_Pic0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHtdX2EdYds/Tu0BYn9vfHI/AAAAAAAAHIE/u9wsz-h8hLI/s320/Scan_Pic0004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-3840444691804108730?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3840444691804108730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=3840444691804108730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/3840444691804108730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/3840444691804108730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-pictures.html' title='Christmas pictures'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHtdX2EdYds/Tu0BYn9vfHI/AAAAAAAAHIE/u9wsz-h8hLI/s72-c/Scan_Pic0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-8085891282458652162</id><published>2011-12-04T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T12:53:01.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The tree went up yesterday and was decorated today. Her name is Starflake. I got to choose and the girls named her. Yes, I know it's weird we name the tree, it's been years you should be over it by now ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7nfgXGc7dA/Tuz8BbwweuI/AAAAAAAAHG0/SdqRKB8fih0/s1600/IMG_1118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7nfgXGc7dA/Tuz8BbwweuI/AAAAAAAAHG0/SdqRKB8fih0/s200/IMG_1118.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got "artsy" and took profile pictures in front of the tree if you click the pictures they look pretty cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dqJwBTq5xzs/Tuz78GBeHOI/AAAAAAAAHGs/ami8iTER-o0/s1600/IMG_1117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dqJwBTq5xzs/Tuz78GBeHOI/AAAAAAAAHGs/ami8iTER-o0/s200/IMG_1117.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9NKKVFRpZxQ/Tuz7z80SnBI/AAAAAAAAHGc/6Clteyaeizo/s1600/IMG_1115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9NKKVFRpZxQ/Tuz7z80SnBI/AAAAAAAAHGc/6Clteyaeizo/s200/IMG_1115.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-obEzyPianAU/Tuz74EKxkJI/AAAAAAAAHGk/tndpIzWRo8w/s1600/IMG_1116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-obEzyPianAU/Tuz74EKxkJI/AAAAAAAAHGk/tndpIzWRo8w/s200/IMG_1116.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-8085891282458652162?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8085891282458652162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=8085891282458652162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8085891282458652162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8085891282458652162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7nfgXGc7dA/Tuz8BbwweuI/AAAAAAAAHG0/SdqRKB8fih0/s72-c/IMG_1118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-349592074584678089</id><published>2011-12-01T13:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T14:07:46.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grapefruits!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qJjxFUA-Hf8/Ttf5mpxB8QI/AAAAAAAAHGA/6a3sJpR0cY0/s1600/photo%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qJjxFUA-Hf8/Ttf5mpxB8QI/AAAAAAAAHGA/6a3sJpR0cY0/s200/photo%25281%2529.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIejMD_-t0w/Ttf5nk-9CgI/AAAAAAAAHGE/31VxQHbdM0s/s1600/photo%252814%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIejMD_-t0w/Ttf5nk-9CgI/AAAAAAAAHGE/31VxQHbdM0s/s200/photo%252814%2529.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tj6eCojaRmY/Ttf5ofUY7KI/AAAAAAAAHGM/lsFYXCVgr6o/s1600/photo%252815%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tj6eCojaRmY/Ttf5ofUY7KI/AAAAAAAAHGM/lsFYXCVgr6o/s200/photo%252815%2529.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I picked the last 4 grapefruits from my tree today. I got stabbed a few times, but no blood :) They are bigger than the others that I had but the same color so I don't know what the difference was. I'm just happy it grew anything at all! I didn't weigh the others but they were about the size of oranges. These four weighed in at just over a pound, 2 at 15+ oz and one at 14+ oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-inzCB_MBvMg/Ttf5l1Yu7YI/AAAAAAAAHF4/VyEvLrl3ttA/s1600/photo%252816%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-inzCB_MBvMg/Ttf5l1Yu7YI/AAAAAAAAHF4/VyEvLrl3ttA/s200/photo%252816%2529.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-349592074584678089?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/349592074584678089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=349592074584678089&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/349592074584678089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/349592074584678089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/12/grapefruits.html' title='Grapefruits!!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qJjxFUA-Hf8/Ttf5mpxB8QI/AAAAAAAAHGA/6a3sJpR0cY0/s72-c/photo%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-816392897727170376</id><published>2011-11-28T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:38:37.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For ElCid's Family and the general amusement of others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is a preview of the calendar, a chance to give your two cents. If you hate a picture I have of you send me another similar picture, if you don't have one - too bad.&amp;nbsp; Hate the formatting?&amp;nbsp; Then it can be your turn next year. That isn't why I did it this year, Hil always did a great job I just figured with a new baby and all she could use a year off. Have some &lt;i&gt;insightful &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;constructive &lt;/i&gt;criticism? Feel free to share. If you have something just mean to say you'd better watch out, Santa has his radar on high alert this time of year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The front of the calendar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What it needs - nothing - it faces the wall the entire year &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RMtki9MRBg/TtRdI466yOI/AAAAAAAAHDo/xB6tjOurwig/s1600/Family+Calendar+2011-p001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RMtki9MRBg/TtRdI466yOI/AAAAAAAAHDo/xB6tjOurwig/s320/Family+Calendar+2011-p001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What it needs - more cold weather pics if you have them, darn those temperate climates most of us live in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Txyoi8TOMXM/TtRdio61u-I/AAAAAAAAHDw/CB589f-Aplk/s1600/Family+Calendar+2011-p002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Txyoi8TOMXM/TtRdio61u-I/AAAAAAAAHDw/CB589f-Aplk/s320/Family+Calendar+2011-p002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What it needs - nothing as far as I can tell, see anything missing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jMjUug0HbXQ/TtR48RkGuBI/AAAAAAAAHFg/EUzVvCZCZHQ/s1600/Family+Calendar+2011-p003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jMjUug0HbXQ/TtR48RkGuBI/AAAAAAAAHFg/EUzVvCZCZHQ/s320/Family+Calendar+2011-p003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What it needs - nothing as far as I can tell, see anything missing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODCtC3JBgtk/TtRuTYxTUeI/AAAAAAAAHFI/2MNm8n5vXrU/s1600/Family+Calendar+2011-p004.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODCtC3JBgtk/TtRuTYxTUeI/AAAAAAAAHFI/2MNm8n5vXrU/s320/Family+Calendar+2011-p004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;April&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What it needs - nothing as far as I can tell, see anything missing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eD-3lSDbaK0/TtRevAgMVRI/AAAAAAAAHEI/TVEt4J1oC4k/s1600/Family+Calendar+2011-p005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eD-3lSDbaK0/TtRevAgMVRI/AAAAAAAAHEI/TVEt4J1oC4k/s320/Family+Calendar+2011-p005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What it needs - nothing as far as I can tell, see anything missing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oAfXDxvkDLs/TtRwO-RWXBI/AAAAAAAAHFQ/Onz5VqijpOY/s1600/Family+Calendar+2011-p006.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oAfXDxvkDLs/TtRwO-RWXBI/AAAAAAAAHFQ/Onz5VqijpOY/s320/Family+Calendar+2011-p006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;June&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What it's missing - nothing as far as I can tel see anything missing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jq2P-1xqMo/TtR5X4Ocb8I/AAAAAAAAHFo/Db2HnFG2ivU/s1600/Family+Calendar+2011-p007.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jq2P-1xqMo/TtR5X4Ocb8I/AAAAAAAAHFo/Db2HnFG2ivU/s320/Family+Calendar+2011-p007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What it needs - pictures from the 4th, or memorial day, or Sept.11th of Heidi's kids or Emily's kid, or anyone else wearing red white and blue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kMp_E1aaw7E/TtRgDmiHluI/AAAAAAAAHEg/LQtflQU2RjI/s1600/Family+Calendar+2011-p008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kMp_E1aaw7E/TtRgDmiHluI/AAAAAAAAHEg/LQtflQU2RjI/s320/Family+Calendar+2011-p008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What it needs - nothing as far as I can tell, see anything missing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CZjatNLOse4/TtRgegdxJ1I/AAAAAAAAHEo/k5Jq7LaJ8iU/s1600/Family+Calendar+2011-p009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CZjatNLOse4/TtRgegdxJ1I/AAAAAAAAHEo/k5Jq7LaJ8iU/s320/Family+Calendar+2011-p009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What it needs - nothing as far as I can tell, see anything missing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WmFyoRi8T1g/TtRg3MUENUI/AAAAAAAAHEw/x2GOj1JS5Oc/s1600/Family+Calendar+2011-p010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WmFyoRi8T1g/TtRg3MUENUI/AAAAAAAAHEw/x2GOj1JS5Oc/s320/Family+Calendar+2011-p010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What it needs - nothing as far as I can tell, see anything missing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9eicN1hRMM4/TtR5zUWPBJI/AAAAAAAAHFw/fJM97dD_uDw/s1600/Family+Calendar+2011-p0011.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9eicN1hRMM4/TtR5zUWPBJI/AAAAAAAAHFw/fJM97dD_uDw/s320/Family+Calendar+2011-p0011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nov.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What it needs - nothing as far as I can tell, see anything missing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oMnhOkyzv5s/TtRhqEERgXI/AAAAAAAAHFA/ID5d19BK_kI/s1600/Family+Calendar+2011-p012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oMnhOkyzv5s/TtRhqEERgXI/AAAAAAAAHFA/ID5d19BK_kI/s320/Family+Calendar+2011-p012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What it needs, the pic Katie is sending from the wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xItNS1UMbuU/TtR4gQjzHMI/AAAAAAAAHFY/1s7qdFBuMYQ/s1600/Family+Calendar+2011-p0013.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xItNS1UMbuU/TtR4gQjzHMI/AAAAAAAAHFY/1s7qdFBuMYQ/s320/Family+Calendar+2011-p0013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You have until Wed. to send me pictures. If you don't want to send anything, have no time to send anything or have nothing to send I will fill in the holes with other things, Alli has more than enough pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ladies, a hint for next year, let someone else take a picture of you with your kids and (or) hubby once in a while, I'm sure future generations will want to know what you looked like too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-816392897727170376?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/816392897727170376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=816392897727170376&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/816392897727170376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/816392897727170376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-elcids-family.html' title='For ElCid&apos;s Family and the general amusement of others'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RMtki9MRBg/TtRdI466yOI/AAAAAAAAHDo/xB6tjOurwig/s72-c/Family+Calendar+2011-p001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-6965565076296039827</id><published>2011-11-25T11:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T12:28:03.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Monday was ElCid's work lunch. it has been quite disastrous in the past due to ... forces of nature... beyond my control. Monday however was a success. No puke was involved at all, my clothes didn't get anything dumped on them and the only kid I had in tow was very well behaved ;) Kathy says this was my one good year and now I'm back to ... forces of nature ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tuesday night my mom and I picked up Drox from the airport, he's here for a week to hang out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was a day full of cooking, parades, football and fun.The girls helped ElCid shuck the pomegranates, it was a very fun sight, I just didn't have my camera in my hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OjclRXzUUms/Ts_xSszKkDI/AAAAAAAAHDA/9QkOf1lnrr8/s1600/photo%252859%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OjclRXzUUms/Ts_xSszKkDI/AAAAAAAAHDA/9QkOf1lnrr8/s200/photo%252859%2529.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ntni9b1TG5E/Ts_xTffCu9I/AAAAAAAAHDI/xvdoIQ_6rcA/s1600/photo%252860%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ntni9b1TG5E/Ts_xTffCu9I/AAAAAAAAHDI/xvdoIQ_6rcA/s200/photo%252860%2529.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday night I sweet talked ElCid into going with me to get the girl's "big" present, at WalMart. Lucky for us it went on sale at 10 and we were 4th in line from the register. We were in and out in an hour, and I am &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; grateful for that!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7wwR8eWXvVU/Ts_xUHfm1II/AAAAAAAAHDQ/HI4O11wmDK4/s1600/photo%252861%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7wwR8eWXvVU/Ts_xUHfm1II/AAAAAAAAHDQ/HI4O11wmDK4/s320/photo%252861%2529.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The big present was set in the living room and wrapped on the spot. I can't budge it and it will sit there for a month until it's time to open it. There are some rules that go with the "big" present. You can't touch it trying to make it rip, if you see a rip tell mom immediately. You can't sit and make guesses as to what the big present is. You can think about it but if you guess right mom will be &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;MAD&lt;/span&gt;. And you'll ruin it for your sisters. I couldn't threaten to take it back because I can't move it. And I'm pretty sure ElCid won't be willing to help me out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CK9SWUODVDE/Ts_zzrFEJUI/AAAAAAAAHDY/_5dfM6tdPmk/s1600/photo%252862%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CK9SWUODVDE/Ts_zzrFEJUI/AAAAAAAAHDY/_5dfM6tdPmk/s320/photo%252862%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took Fred with me to Macy's at 11:30. Clothes for her was all I needed and by taking her I could avoid any returns or wrinkled noses at what I picked. Sweaters were buy one get one free and we got 6, 2 long sleeve shirts and 3 other shirts on clearance. She's good until it gets warm again. She found 2 pairs of pj's she couldn't live without (she doesn't have many) and a pair of slippers for her I'd rather not live without since she keeps stealing mine! I also found a game George wanted and got Matey his present.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I looked into Gymboree and Children's Place but nothing was really interesting or a good enough price. I've been shopping Ross and clearance for Jack-Jack, Jr. and George don't need anything. Then My Extra Kid's Mom had taken Fred with her to see the Disney Store and well there was something there I &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; wanted the girls to have... and I just couldn't say no and ... well I'm saving them for Christmas. Fred got to pick her own but there wasn't really a decision to be made for the other 2, the choices were obvious. I also splurged and got a shirt for Jr. and George. They got those today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fred and I were home and in bed by 2. It was lovely. Today we are just hanging out, eating more than we should and it's shaping up to be a great day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-6965565076296039827?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6965565076296039827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=6965565076296039827&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/6965565076296039827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/6965565076296039827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/11/week-of-thanksgiving.html' title='A week of Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OjclRXzUUms/Ts_xSszKkDI/AAAAAAAAHDA/9QkOf1lnrr8/s72-c/photo%252859%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-2424777395177376755</id><published>2011-11-22T10:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T10:30:29.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lunchbox Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is construction going on &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; over Vegas, and in our neighborhood. I'm really glad people have jobs and all but I'm over massive delays on &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;EVERY&lt;/span&gt; road I drive on. I&lt;i&gt; really&lt;/i&gt; wish I was joking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few days ago as Fred and I were driving into our neighborhood we were discussing the signs and what the workers were doing. I mentioned something about there being a flagger ahead. She asked how I knew and I pointed out the flagger ahead sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWnCEzdR_zw/TsvoxaKVu9I/AAAAAAAAHC4/2pFy1uj3gC0/s1600/Flagger-symbol-Sign-X-W20-7a.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWnCEzdR_zw/TsvoxaKVu9I/AAAAAAAAHC4/2pFy1uj3gC0/s200/Flagger-symbol-Sign-X-W20-7a.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her response was the lunchbox man? I laughed a little and asked who. She replied, the lunchbox man. That man on the sign who stands there holding his lunchbox so you know there are guys working up ahead. I chuckled again and said or maybe it's a guy holding a flag to let you know there's a flagger ahead. She agreed that could be another explanation and was amazed that after all these years she's still learning new things from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the next time you see that sign remember there are guys working up ahead, and possibly eating lunch too. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-2424777395177376755?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2424777395177376755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=2424777395177376755&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/2424777395177376755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/2424777395177376755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/11/lunchbox-man.html' title='The Lunchbox Man'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWnCEzdR_zw/TsvoxaKVu9I/AAAAAAAAHC4/2pFy1uj3gC0/s72-c/Flagger-symbol-Sign-X-W20-7a.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-1142422964308887856</id><published>2011-11-16T18:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:34:05.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasn't me, I'm not allowed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't been moving ANYTHING. I swear.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The sewing room is about 85% cleared out of all sewing things. The space that was the closet (In 1980, it hasn't been the closet since before we lived here.) still has the shelves, full of totes and pattern drawer in it. There are totes in my front room, there are totes in my family room, there are totes in my bedroom. I have a LOT of stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom is living in the room until April when she goes to WA to play with Moga and Matey. Then we'll get all the rest of the stuff out and paint and decorate (maybe) and Jr. will FINALLY have her OWN room!! Forget a countdown to Christmas she's counting the minutes until the room is HERS.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Several bookshelves have moved, and then moved again. Giant cupboards moved via ElCid and a friend. A desk moved, another is scheduled to move. My machines now live in my bedroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The slightly sad thing is that a lot of this will move again, once the clown car is finished it will vacate the garage and all the sewing stuff will live in there. Someday it will be finished and have a climate control system. And then, someday I'll have a space to sew in again. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a long couple of weeks and while deciding to quit work early was hard and upsetting to my client it was definitely the best decision. There has been SO much dust flying everywhere I'm all stuffed up and can't hardly breathe. I'm just hoping the end result will be easier to live with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-1142422964308887856?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1142422964308887856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=1142422964308887856&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1142422964308887856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1142422964308887856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/11/wasnt-me-im-not-allowed.html' title='Wasn&apos;t me, I&apos;m not allowed.'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-2168953730499992445</id><published>2011-11-14T08:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:40:46.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;George asked me not to post pictures until today so she could surprise everyone at school with her cute new hair cut. Yep, she finally did it. She's been asking for a while and I put her off mostly because I didn't want to deal if she hated it. Lucky for all of us she really seems to like it, or at least she really likes the attention it's getting her.We curled it up cute for the big reveal today and she's super excited to go show off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDdsYlYIdY8/TsFC9hiYoiI/AAAAAAAAHCI/lakH0bAlxls/s1600/IMG_1042%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDdsYlYIdY8/TsFC9hiYoiI/AAAAAAAAHCI/lakH0bAlxls/s200/IMG_1042%255B1%255D.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-ZSWHZ8KXQ/TsFDFnVd2RI/AAAAAAAAHCQ/bVP67ZoHLh8/s1600/IMG_1043%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-ZSWHZ8KXQ/TsFDFnVd2RI/AAAAAAAAHCQ/bVP67ZoHLh8/s200/IMG_1043%255B1%255D.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vuNV3_n4ze8/TsFDXiaExrI/AAAAAAAAHCg/76hGXp6IPPs/s1600/IMG_1044%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vuNV3_n4ze8/TsFDXiaExrI/AAAAAAAAHCg/76hGXp6IPPs/s200/IMG_1044%255B1%255D.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2YXsCzANd0I/TsFDhhPd5sI/AAAAAAAAHCo/kHhBrh49vRo/s1600/IMG_1045%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2YXsCzANd0I/TsFDhhPd5sI/AAAAAAAAHCo/kHhBrh49vRo/s200/IMG_1045%255B1%255D.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We worked on cleaning out the sewing room this weekend, Jr. and George were bribed to help with Slurpees/Yogurtland. They were sorting out a few drawers full of stuff - ribbon, lace, buttons, trim, zippers, snaps, you name it, it was in there. They loved that you could pull out one piece and half the drawer came. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3dr6fTPj5Y/TsFCiirUjQI/AAAAAAAAHBw/JjL5--sJ7Oo/s1600/IMG_1039%255B1%255D.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3dr6fTPj5Y/TsFCiirUjQI/AAAAAAAAHBw/JjL5--sJ7Oo/s200/IMG_1039%255B1%255D.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S79jxMpjIH8/TsFCrx90wSI/AAAAAAAAHB4/ILY2otTk4kY/s1600/IMG_1040%255B1%255D.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S79jxMpjIH8/TsFCrx90wSI/AAAAAAAAHB4/ILY2otTk4kY/s200/IMG_1040%255B1%255D.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9--Nhlf66U/TsFC0kk5esI/AAAAAAAAHCA/yGIVrEz_E58/s1600/IMG_1041%255B1%255D.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9--Nhlf66U/TsFC0kk5esI/AAAAAAAAHCA/yGIVrEz_E58/s200/IMG_1041%255B1%255D.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-2168953730499992445?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2168953730499992445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=2168953730499992445&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/2168953730499992445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/2168953730499992445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-was-time.html' title='It was time...'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDdsYlYIdY8/TsFC9hiYoiI/AAAAAAAAHCI/lakH0bAlxls/s72-c/IMG_1042%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-6909135742035517893</id><published>2011-11-05T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T12:44:57.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Princess Jack - Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because anyone really thought it would be a boy?? I didn't, I was sure she was a girl, it's nice to be right :) (Yes, we're still going to be done.) She looks fabulous, all of her parts are there, her heart has 4 chambers and beats in rythmn, her face is fully formed and her palette is intact, stomach, bladder, fingers toes, it's a very comforting sight and so awesome too!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her profile is slightly different than the other 3, maybe she'll look like &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; family!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EHzc-koh4e8/TrWOV0xjsqI/AAAAAAAAHA8/VqvLWyPcVYw/s1600/Scan_Pic0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EHzc-koh4e8/TrWOV0xjsqI/AAAAAAAAHA8/VqvLWyPcVYw/s400/Scan_Pic0003.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Her hands and feet, her feet are 1 inch long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npyN92Jtp10/TrWOV1O6GFI/AAAAAAAAHA0/ymVRm2-Vgug/s1600/Scan_Pic0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npyN92Jtp10/TrWOV1O6GFI/AAAAAAAAHA0/ymVRm2-Vgug/s400/Scan_Pic0002.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm still feeling fine, my blood pressure is doing great. My mom is doing dishes and laundry and it really helps to have 2 less things to do.I'm still down 7 lbs from when I started which makes me happy and the Dr. isn't worried so it's all good. Here I am at 12, 15, and 19 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jylhSyjibkw/TrWPugGNI1I/AAAAAAAAHBI/Ayn1Ehrao0U/s1600/IMG_0805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jylhSyjibkw/TrWPugGNI1I/AAAAAAAAHBI/Ayn1Ehrao0U/s200/IMG_0805.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NIEhWZ7lSRM/TrWP0KO27iI/AAAAAAAAHBQ/C6tBBEdRLqs/s1600/IMG_0872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NIEhWZ7lSRM/TrWP0KO27iI/AAAAAAAAHBQ/C6tBBEdRLqs/s200/IMG_0872.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KDYdm6bFqfc/TrWP54hQQRI/AAAAAAAAHBY/YqQxsSMU6Bs/s1600/IMG_0993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KDYdm6bFqfc/TrWP54hQQRI/AAAAAAAAHBY/YqQxsSMU6Bs/s200/IMG_0993.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still run into people who are shocked to hear I'm having a baby, "They can't even tell!". I even be polite to them, I think that deserves extra points! I'm halfway there and the fun of shopping has begun, ElCid's favorite part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-6909135742035517893?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6909135742035517893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=6909135742035517893&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/6909135742035517893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/6909135742035517893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/11/introducing-princess-jack-jack.html' title='Introducing Princess Jack - Jack'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EHzc-koh4e8/TrWOV0xjsqI/AAAAAAAAHA8/VqvLWyPcVYw/s72-c/Scan_Pic0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-6292485689751706457</id><published>2011-11-04T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T19:36:03.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween! Uhm, last week ...</title><content type='html'>We had Halloween here. It was great fun, the girls got to go trick or treating multiple times. I only had to take them once, that was even better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fred was a ghost, not goth. Apparently the looks are similar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-brRJIrBq0MY/TrSLUD_8KYI/AAAAAAAAG_w/EYHM_JXb6Fc/s1600/IMG_0961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-brRJIrBq0MY/TrSLUD_8KYI/AAAAAAAAG_w/EYHM_JXb6Fc/s320/IMG_0961.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jr. was a "Fiery Phoenix" she chose the costume from a catalog months ago and pestered me to buy it, it was expensive but I didn't have to make it. Win-win in my book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b1ewhZOJi4Q/TrSLfW4b3jI/AAAAAAAAG_4/VUHBTWUgafM/s1600/IMG_0962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b1ewhZOJi4Q/TrSLfW4b3jI/AAAAAAAAG_4/VUHBTWUgafM/s320/IMG_0962.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIg8AHt-qrs/TrSLseIH2eI/AAAAAAAAHAA/-9Z6wY-giXM/s1600/IMG_0968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIg8AHt-qrs/TrSLseIH2eI/AAAAAAAAHAA/-9Z6wY-giXM/s200/IMG_0968.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;George was a bat. The Party City flyer came, she saw it, loved it, I bought it. Another win-win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qVAW1TeTaHg/TrSLOydea8I/AAAAAAAAG_o/6IQflGfsEE0/s1600/IMG_0960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qVAW1TeTaHg/TrSLOydea8I/AAAAAAAAG_o/6IQflGfsEE0/s320/IMG_0960.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And of course, the Loot!!&amp;nbsp; The Trunk or Treat haul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MmPYGMJ-99k/TrSL90akpeI/AAAAAAAAHAQ/W-JIP_jgyJM/s1600/IMG_0970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MmPYGMJ-99k/TrSL90akpeI/AAAAAAAAHAQ/W-JIP_jgyJM/s320/IMG_0970.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their individual Halloween Hauls. The buckets were emptied before they went again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Emptied into ziplock baggies, they still haven't eaten it all yet.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fred went with a friend, Jr. went with a friend, ElCid took George around. I stayed home :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Fbdxm7pyEY/TrSfGB7JHgI/AAAAAAAAHAo/fd0kiNC0kPQ/s1600/IMG_0987.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Fbdxm7pyEY/TrSfGB7JHgI/AAAAAAAAHAo/fd0kiNC0kPQ/s320/IMG_0987.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZmHjEFdTeg/TrSebNQwDUI/AAAAAAAAHAY/wfL5tvws9tY/s1600/IMG_0983.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZmHjEFdTeg/TrSebNQwDUI/AAAAAAAAHAY/wfL5tvws9tY/s320/IMG_0983.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcuGuPIZZU0/TrSevMo-YFI/AAAAAAAAHAg/mw3Z2ygllVA/s1600/IMG_0985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcuGuPIZZU0/TrSevMo-YFI/AAAAAAAAHAg/mw3Z2ygllVA/s320/IMG_0985.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did make 2 costumes this year for Sarah and Kathryn. They looked fabulous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-6292485689751706457?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6292485689751706457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=6292485689751706457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/6292485689751706457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/6292485689751706457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-uhm-last-week.html' title='Halloween! Uhm, last week ...'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-brRJIrBq0MY/TrSLUD_8KYI/AAAAAAAAG_w/EYHM_JXb6Fc/s72-c/IMG_0961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-8142040584253712070</id><published>2011-10-28T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:33:58.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've had the past two days off of school, sleeping in has been heavenly!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was Fred's choir concert for Honor Choir. They sounded great and all the people talking couldn't say enough about how great the choir was. 4 of the high school honor choir members had been in the choir all 4 years of HS. Two of the four had been in since 6th grade (7 yrs.). Fred now has a new goal in life :) There were two choirs, one for middle school, one for high school. The last song they sang included all of them. The picture is just the 147 middle schoolers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlMSrgKJIkQ/Tqtx1QqPIeI/AAAAAAAAG_Y/DaAuSqHVnr0/s1600/photo%252847%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlMSrgKJIkQ/Tqtx1QqPIeI/AAAAAAAAG_Y/DaAuSqHVnr0/s320/photo%252847%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T9ZznBoS6OI/Tqtx2LZhcbI/AAAAAAAAG_g/GJG8CrU2foU/s1600/photo%252846%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T9ZznBoS6OI/Tqtx2LZhcbI/AAAAAAAAG_g/GJG8CrU2foU/s320/photo%252846%2529.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zanne and Susan, choir dresses have NOT improved much in the last ... few ... years. I was kind of glad to see the torture continues.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The girls have also been enjoying the beautiful weather by playing out in the back yard. They built a fort/tent and have loved hanging out in it, George especially. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2KdTL_Iom0/TqtxzOahCpI/AAAAAAAAG_A/p-J3vpowRoQ/s1600/photo%252850%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2KdTL_Iom0/TqtxzOahCpI/AAAAAAAAG_A/p-J3vpowRoQ/s320/photo%252850%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yvmP3WOY7cg/Tqtx0jCWcGI/AAAAAAAAG_Q/3AEWNBnJCNQ/s1600/photo%252848%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yvmP3WOY7cg/Tqtx0jCWcGI/AAAAAAAAG_Q/3AEWNBnJCNQ/s320/photo%252848%2529.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mom hasn't figured out just how literal and creative my kids are. She jokingly suggested to Fred that she ought to put George into the garbage can, with a new bag in it. Fred thought it was a great idea, so in George went. this is one of the 20 pictures that was taken of the incident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k82x4hEVRdE/Tqtxz8RgwXI/AAAAAAAAG_I/Nbp9Q-Jl06E/s1600/photo%252849%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k82x4hEVRdE/Tqtxz8RgwXI/AAAAAAAAG_I/Nbp9Q-Jl06E/s320/photo%252849%2529.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-8142040584253712070?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8142040584253712070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=8142040584253712070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8142040584253712070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8142040584253712070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='The last few days'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlMSrgKJIkQ/Tqtx1QqPIeI/AAAAAAAAG_Y/DaAuSqHVnr0/s72-c/photo%252847%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-1866710123876999562</id><published>2011-10-17T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T10:12:44.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There comes a day ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;in every man's life when he has to admit he's old. For ElCid that day happened yesterday. He was ordained a &lt;a href="http://lds.org/handbook/handbook-2-administering-the-church/melchizedek-priesthood?lang=eng&amp;amp;query=high+priest"&gt;high priest&lt;/a&gt; and is now the 2nd counselor in the Bishopric. For all of you who don't know that means he'll have extra responsibilities at church on Sundays and during the week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The girls weren't phased by any of the goings on, they were just excited to have 9 of "the cousins" at the house after church for a few hours. Hill and Heidi were able to come as they were on their way home from the wedding and the kids had a blast! ElCid's parents and brother John were able to make it as well. We really appreciate all of them coming, after Saturday we were all fried and they had to get up early to get here on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do have pictures of the wedding to post and once I sew a few costumes I'll get right on that!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-1866710123876999562?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1866710123876999562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=1866710123876999562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1866710123876999562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1866710123876999562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/10/there-comes-day.html' title='There comes a day ...'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-7878243381482769942</id><published>2011-10-08T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T21:43:00.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Lovie turns 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time sure does fly when you're busy and it's amazing how quickly this second birthday rolls around! (Or third if you include mine)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jr. had her Harry Potter Bash this evening and she loved it! Most of the kids invited aren't that into the books or movies so some of the touches went over their heads, Jr was delighted by all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's still hard to believe she's so OLD! A fourth grader too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She has always been my little snuggler. She's still willing to hold my hand when we walk around just the two of us, less often now, but every once in a while.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She has grown up so fast and so sweet, watching her interact with her friends today made me smile. She loves to be involved with everything that's going on but when it's not her turn she has no problem being the cheerleader to her friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went shopping with her gift cards after the party and she was so meticulous in her choices it took an hour and a half to spend her money, I bought a few things too, it took me 10 minutes to spend the same amount :) She was very satisfied with each of her choices and was thrilled that her sisters thought she spent well too. She wasn't willing to share the toys quite yet but that's only expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jr is such a special little girl and I am so blessed to be her mom, she is a very important part of our family!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love you, Lovie Bear!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-7878243381482769942?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7878243381482769942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=7878243381482769942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7878243381482769942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7878243381482769942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-little-lovie-turns-10.html' title='My Little Lovie turns 10'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-5281294911590527922</id><published>2011-10-05T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T14:11:23.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Q &amp; A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-875b9f163ed76555" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D875b9f163ed76555%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330076756%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A01B79181E1360231F342901B22937D482F7F82.3221B96D3D2BC4AE486A55FA253070B867BBBF03%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D875b9f163ed76555%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgZh6zMp6OYmxORiJx8quZkADLzY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D875b9f163ed76555%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330076756%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A01B79181E1360231F342901B22937D482F7F82.3221B96D3D2BC4AE486A55FA253070B867BBBF03%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D875b9f163ed76555%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgZh6zMp6OYmxORiJx8quZkADLzY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- What is that??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even at this big it's a &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;WHO,&lt;/span&gt; not a &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt;, that's Jack-Jack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- You're PREGNANT?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That or I have a very serious health condition.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- When are you due?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My official due date is March 29th. I won't make it past March 15th due to the need for a c-section and with my potential problems I'm aiming to make it past Valentine's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- I thought you weren't doing this&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;EVER AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wasn't. For over 4 years I wasn't, but then I started getting that pesky feeling that maybe I should. In Jan. 2010 &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;BOTH&lt;/span&gt; ElCid and I &lt;a href="http://lds.org/study/topics/fasting-and-fast-offerings?lang=eng&amp;amp;query=fasting+prayer"&gt;fasted and prayed&lt;/a&gt; and we decided together that &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; were doing this again. (Kymn, this is what you fasted for - thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are you insane?? You're staring over!?! &lt;br /&gt;Yes, me who makes terrible fun of "those people" is starting over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Did you do this on purpose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, or all that time ElCid and I spent together having fun was&lt;i&gt; very&lt;/i&gt; irresponsible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- What does the Dr. say?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The final decision was made only after I consulted with my Dr. He knows me, my situation, and the potential complications that I face. He is also LDS and after I explained how we came to our decision he said if having a baby is what I'm supposed to do, then that's what we're going to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- What if it's not a boy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The decision we made was to have a baby, not a baby boy. Honestly, we're calling it her already, we have 3 girls, we "know how" to raise girls, this pregnancy is pretty much just like the other 3. In November we fully expect to be told, it's a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Will you do this again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;. and I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; mean it this time. I don't want to add old age and infirmity to my list of potential woes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Do you have any baby stuff left?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nope, none, I gave it all away the last 6 and a half years. Well, that's a little exaggeration. I have the outfits the girls came home in that no one else is allowed to wear and several baby blankets, part of which I will be reusing. I also have my food storage cloth diapers and 3 pack of plastic pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ii gt" id=":ei"&gt;&lt;div id=":ej"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;- *whispered* &lt;i&gt;with eyes shifting&lt;/i&gt; Does Kathy know?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, actually betraying my best friend was a major part of my decision making process. I told her in Jan. 2010 what the plan was. The plan actually working out hasn't been easy, she doesn't hate me everyday anymore, and we're working on things. (I am currently bribing her with favors, money, lavish gifts and generous compliments to continue being my friend.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;- What does she think about it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;Let's she what she says "If you are asking this question, then you don’t actually know me at all. If you know me and are asking this, then you are stupid. I wouldn’t recommend talking about this to me unless you want your head handed to you on a platter." If you &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; ask her I'd &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; to hear her colorful response to your suicide mission.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;- What do the girls think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;Fred, Jr, &amp;amp; George are very excited. They are seeing this baby through rose colored glasses and can't wait to feed, change, dress, and watch the baby. This is all their idea, every time they talk about caring for the baby I remind them that I managed to care for the 3 of them and My Extra Kid without additional help. They seem skeptical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;- So when will you get sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;We're hoping with my mom living with us we'll be able to keep my stress and work load lower and things will go better. If it follows the same pattern as the girls then I expect to come to a screeching halt the first of Dec.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;- How could you do this to me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;I understand there are many commitments that I was expected to keep in the upcoming months. I do feel badly that I will not be able to keep those but ElCid and I felt this is what we should be doing with our lives right now. I expect to return to full work load at the end of next summer if things go well, we'll have to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;- Wow, you're really doing this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;Yep, and we're really very excited. Well, until you do the math and figure out that I'll have a Senior, Sophomore, an 8th grader and a Kindergartener. Then we groan a little and wonder whatever were we thinking, it only lasts a minute and then we go back to being excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-5281294911590527922?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5281294911590527922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=5281294911590527922&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5281294911590527922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5281294911590527922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/10/birthday-q.html' title='Birthday Q &amp; A'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-3402453336102378327</id><published>2011-10-04T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T19:28:45.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More stuff that doesn't involve Kathy ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next two party items were totally borrowed from &lt;a href="http://funtimesallaround.blogspot.com/2011/02/ultimate-harry-potter-party.html"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People think I go over the top, this mom makes me look &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;LAME&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After choosing their house out of the sorting hat they will get a class schedule. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5DC1mxBlssM/Tou-xEDFCJI/AAAAAAAAG-4/z7Tr-uiex8Y/s1600/party+prep+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5DC1mxBlssM/Tou-xEDFCJI/AAAAAAAAG-4/z7Tr-uiex8Y/s320/party+prep+2.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In their treat bags they will get their report card!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zlipbhb97Q/Tou-yxSBNgI/AAAAAAAAG-8/LotRvLS8E_g/s1600/party+prep+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zlipbhb97Q/Tou-yxSBNgI/AAAAAAAAG-8/LotRvLS8E_g/s320/party+prep+3.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We're working on collecting drink mix items and cupcake decorations. The Quidditch (I just noticed the typo of Quidditch on the schedule and fixed it) pitch is still to be made and we have several other party items to purchase. I think the big shopping trip will happen tomorrow afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-3402453336102378327?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3402453336102378327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=3402453336102378327&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/3402453336102378327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/3402453336102378327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/10/more-stuff-that-doesnt-involve-kathy.html' title='More stuff that doesn&apos;t involve Kathy ;)'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5DC1mxBlssM/Tou-xEDFCJI/AAAAAAAAG-4/z7Tr-uiex8Y/s72-c/party+prep+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-3406934833319743574</id><published>2011-10-03T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T12:54:14.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heelloooo October!!</title><content type='html'>It's the MOST wonderful time of the year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference this past weekend was great, nothing like being cozy in bed while listening to amazing leaders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming, on Wednesday for all of you who still need to shop for me, ElCid is off the hook, he bought me a car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jr's Birthday Party is this weekend (Yikes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is merely hot as opposed to surface of the sun boiling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie gets married in 13 days - finishing dresses is very high on the list right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George is still trying to decide what she'll be for Halloween, she's only had this much decision time because of the flower girl dresses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred isn't going to be anything because I'm mean and won't make her costume. She wants to be some character from some Disney show and when I make it that far it's just a shopping trip to Savers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jr's costume should arrive any day, she picked out a "Fiery Phoenix" from a catalog. Yes, I do like her best, why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ElCid is working steadily towards his last deadline of the year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all for now. I'm sure lots more fun and excitement will be had this week, with two birthdays it's&amp;nbsp; practically guaranteed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-3406934833319743574?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3406934833319743574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=3406934833319743574&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/3406934833319743574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/3406934833319743574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/10/heelloooo-october.html' title='Heelloooo October!!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-5893790920271126405</id><published>2011-09-27T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:28:47.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jr Birthday Party '11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The party prep has begun!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the "envelopes" the invitations are going out in, since it's a Harry Potter party they have to be delivered by Owl Post! I found the idea several places online. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpT172S2BNw/ToKgjesQ6WI/AAAAAAAAG-s/nsdPpsFD_Iw/s1600/photo%252842%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpT172S2BNw/ToKgjesQ6WI/AAAAAAAAG-s/nsdPpsFD_Iw/s320/photo%252842%2529.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is what the official invitation looks like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3zjeJxnE4c/ToKhhCWEqcI/AAAAAAAAG-0/T-PokxhLEjM/s1600/Jr+party+2011-p001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3zjeJxnE4c/ToKhhCWEqcI/AAAAAAAAG-0/T-PokxhLEjM/s320/Jr+party+2011-p001.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next steps include making the History of Magic &amp;amp; Quidditch games, buying the basic party supplies in the different house colors at the party store, and CLEANING the house!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-5893790920271126405?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5893790920271126405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=5893790920271126405&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5893790920271126405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5893790920271126405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/09/jr-birthday-party-11.html' title='Jr Birthday Party &apos;11'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpT172S2BNw/ToKgjesQ6WI/AAAAAAAAG-s/nsdPpsFD_Iw/s72-c/photo%252842%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-7334473062454986289</id><published>2011-09-17T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T17:20:34.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess George has a Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;September 17th. The day Lucy first started seeing Peter, little did Jack know it was at the L token booth, they didn't really date. Some people will tell you I picked today just for that reason. I didn't really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My appointment just happened to be on that day and I felt like crap. I looked like crap. My Dr. did give me the option of being locked in a hospital bed for 1 or 2 more days or I could just go ahead and have a baby that day. So because of the previously mentioned reason and that I felt like crap and looked like crap I had a baby that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was wheeled straight from the Dr. office down the hall to the maternity wing. ElCid got a phone call and came over to meet me. After I got checked in we were told that we'd be waiting awhile for the OR because I'd had breakfast that day and they'd rather not have me battling puking along with shock and a very tender abdominal incision.&amp;nbsp; That worked for me so I sent ElCid to find food and wasn't too worried that his cell phone was about to die. About a half hour after ElCid left the Dr. reappeared and announced we'd be getting the show going sooner than expected. I freaked out, which I'm sure was awesome for my blood pressure. I was very adamant that I COULD NOT have a baby without ElCid and was reassured that wouldn't happen. As I was being prepped the Dr. asked what her name would be, I replied that was up to ElCid so he'd better hurry! Miraculously he arrived just as they were about to wheel me out of the room, they threw an OR gown, hat and booties his direction. Upon our arrival in the OR the Dr. asked ElCid what her name would be and ElCid said Georgeanna but we'll call her George and 15 minutes later at 6:45 Princess George graced the world with her presence and all was finally right in the universe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;George has shown all of us that just because she's 3rd in line doesn't mean that we've seen everything yet. With her darling face and very particular (demanding) personality she has blazed her own trail right around our little fingers and into our hearts. A writer, dancer, artist, and great student, George is very well rounded. She has many friends and loves to be adored by everyone around her, just don't look at her too much, or touch her unless you've been given permission. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love our Little George and are blessed to have her in our family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-7334473062454986289?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7334473062454986289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=7334473062454986289&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7334473062454986289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7334473062454986289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/09/princess-george-has-birthday.html' title='Princess George has a Birthday'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-8218655585535075902</id><published>2011-09-13T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T19:00:00.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a note ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today after dropping the kids off at school and running a few errands I came home and found this on the kitchen island -&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jWYRztL-Ysk/TnAJrxqy57I/AAAAAAAAG-I/YHpZx58dvvU/s320/Scan_Pic0001.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For those of you who can't read 2nd grade it says "Be at dance class at 4 pm". George has class on Mondays at 5, Jr has class today at 4. I haven't forgotten to go to class yet (another mom takes Jr. from school to dance) and sweet little George was all about helping me remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-8218655585535075902?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8218655585535075902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=8218655585535075902&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8218655585535075902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8218655585535075902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-note.html' title='Just a note ...'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jWYRztL-Ysk/TnAJrxqy57I/AAAAAAAAG-I/YHpZx58dvvU/s72-c/Scan_Pic0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-51757096569104505</id><published>2011-09-11T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T19:46:23.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Ten Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember 10 years ago, it was a confusing, horrible, day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try to explain to the girls how it felt and why we remember.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I think about everything that has &lt;i&gt;changed&lt;/i&gt; in the last 10 years I wonder will life be&lt;i&gt; like&lt;/i&gt; in 10 years? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I won't have people staring at their sisters to make them scream.&lt;br /&gt;Fred and Jr will be busy college students (maybe even married!) and probably won't live at home. &lt;br /&gt;My counters will stop spontaneously producing mystery goo. (I hope)&lt;br /&gt;George will be a Senior in high school.&lt;br /&gt;Will ElCid still be at the same job?&lt;br /&gt;Will I still be making Princess dresses?&lt;br /&gt;All 3 girls will be able to drive, how many gray hairs will that give me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obviously this list could go on forever but what I've learned over the last 10 years I hope to take into the next 10 years. Life moves fast. Babies grow quickly. Slow down. Find joy in every day.&amp;nbsp; Take time to just be in the moment, not thinking about the next.Maybe I'll get better at some of these things in the next 10 years and hopefully when I get that far I will still be able to look back and smile like I can today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-51757096569104505?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/51757096569104505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=51757096569104505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/51757096569104505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/51757096569104505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-ten-years.html' title='In Ten Years'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-1197316772571748829</id><published>2011-09-02T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T15:14:32.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness about power usage (or why I should get more sleep and not use the computer when I'm tired)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My energy company claims to knows a lot about me. They tell me what I spend the most money on. They believe I spend $187 cooling my home, $13 on "other", $11 on lighting, $10 on food storage, $7 on cooking and $3 on hot water. I've always been a bit skeptical as to how they make these assumptions about my house, I do keep my house cool, we all know how wimpy I am, but what is the $13 for other?? Charging my iphone? Obviously they don't know my kids or they would have included a healthy chunk for computer/TV/iPod &amp;amp; DS charging use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today when I was over on the page checking the amount of my bill (ouch!!) There was a new chart that I could grab a picture of and it was how much I use each day. Now this does take data from summer time but why is Tuesday the highest? Why isn't it Saturday or Sunday when we're all here and the girls think the TV is a free for all? I wonder how much it will change now the monkeys are back at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u--UAPQHtlc/TmFSRWsrcJI/AAAAAAAAG-E/aaXPfCqPn48/s1600/energy+chart.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u--UAPQHtlc/TmFSRWsrcJI/AAAAAAAAG-E/aaXPfCqPn48/s1600/energy+chart.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-1197316772571748829?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1197316772571748829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=1197316772571748829&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1197316772571748829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1197316772571748829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/09/randomness-about-power-usage-or-why-i.html' title='Randomness about power usage (or why I should get more sleep and not use the computer when I&apos;m tired)'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u--UAPQHtlc/TmFSRWsrcJI/AAAAAAAAG-E/aaXPfCqPn48/s72-c/energy+chart.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-877024704461446851</id><published>2011-08-29T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T12:34:57.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After surviving the looonnnggg, &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i&gt;boring&lt;/i&gt;, summer (that wasn't even said by me) the happiness that is school is back in session! What can I say? I have strange kids, they really do love school, not a bad thing at all. Well they loved school this morning, we'll see if any of them change their minds by this afternoon. The only one I'm actually concerned about is Fred, it was a little bit sad to be at the school and know that she wasn't there too. On to the pictures, because we all know that's why you're really here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 6th grader, good heavens, I'm old.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to take a picture of her in front of the door later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo28.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is his "cool" face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo32-1.jpg" width="239" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jr, all grown up and headed to 4th grade, her teacher is Mrs., Fred's same 4th grade teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo30-1.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 seconds after she stopped having a fit that Jr. was going to get her picture taken before her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo29-1.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her official 2nd grade picture, she looks so little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo31-1.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With her teacher Coltfan, Jr's second grade teacher. This is the only repeat teacher that makes me nervous. The teacher is fabulous, amazing! Fred and Jr are very different people but at school they behave close to the same. George breaks all the molds when it comes to school behavior and as I'm reminded by several people she &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; very young. Hopefully this is the year she grows up and stops being reminded to use her words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo33.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-877024704461446851?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/877024704461446851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=877024704461446851&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/877024704461446851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/877024704461446851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-1476308759223565893</id><published>2011-08-21T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:50:25.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Me!! Boo you ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; in a &lt;i&gt;million years&lt;/i&gt; did I actually think ElCid would cave to my whining for a new car, so imagine my surprise when he came home Friday night talking about what kind of car did I think I wanted...I made up a list of fabulous cars, I have good (aka expensive) taste. We went out on Saturday and I was fully prepared to look around be shocked by prices and settle on fixing the a/c &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first place was a bust, they had nothing, literally they had like 20 cars, they are being hit hard by a lack of cars coming from Japan. We drove a brand spankin' new Pilot there but it was just never going to happen it was way too much! The little boy there suggested we lease it as an option to get a lower price and I laughed in his face. I felt bad later. A little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The second place was better and we drove an Odyssey and a Pilot. They were both "pre-owned" so a teensy bit closer to an actual price we could afford. The Odyssey was ok, it smelled a bit funny, and the middle seat in the second row was really tiny. The Pilot was lovely and the middle seat in the second row was slightly bigger but it has &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; trunk space. It did however have a trailer hitch...something I've wanted for &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;YEARS&lt;/span&gt;. And when we travel we can get one of those attachments that will hold all the luggage that wouldn't fit in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After hours of fighting with the salesman and finally getting what we wanted for the price we wanted it was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buhh bye Bunso ---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="239" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo26.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Helllooo shiny new (09) Honda Pilot!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="239" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo27.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The idea of having a car payment again is enough to make me cry but it was time.&amp;nbsp; Poor Bunso had so many problems and it wasn't going to be worth pouring thousands of dollars into her just to keep her running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we pulled up in the new car Fred and Jr. were excited but poor little George burst into tears demanding to know what we'd done with Bunso!! We told her we traded her for this fancy new car (that has a &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;CD PLAYER)&lt;/span&gt; and that she would go to another family that would love her and take care of her. She was placated a little bit and once she was told she got to name this car, since she wasn't around to help name the last one, she warmed up to the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;George, being George named the car ... George. The middle name is Snowflake, Jr's very favorite middle name for everything (I fear for my future grandchildren). Fred decided we should tack Jr. onto the end after her last name for good measure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I have a fancy new car, and a fancy new car, car payment. We'll be cutting back on all sorts of things in the future, I can see it now, but we'll make it work, we have to, you can't eat a car ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-1476308759223565893?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1476308759223565893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=1476308759223565893&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1476308759223565893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1476308759223565893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/08/yay-me-boo-you.html' title='Yay Me!! Boo you ;)'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-4783283204034575049</id><published>2011-08-19T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T15:12:25.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a whole mad post here because George was going to have to miss the first few hours of school the first day of school because the computer said she was missing a shot. I took in her shot record and luckily it just wasn't entered right, she's fine. I do need to set up her 7 yr old well check and I will change the appointment to that. She will not be missing the first day of school!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My van's air conditioner has given out &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;. This is the 3rd time this summer. The first time ElCid and a friend of his fixed it. They did it right but the air compressor was bad. The second time we paid a guy to fix it for us. Apparently that air compressor was also bad. We were told if it went again we should take it to a dealer and have them put in an air compressor, somehow theirs are different. UGH. I love Bunso. She's a great car, she's taken us to Utah, Idaho, Wyoming, Washington, Oregon, California, Arizona, Canada all sorts of places. We have lots of great memories with her but she makes noise when she turns, it's a transmission thing. She's had an oil leak for years that's just getting worse. She tends to stall out briefly when I pull out of the driveway, we don't know why. Bunso is 8 years old (we've had her 7) and has over 150,000 miles (she had 40,000 when we bought it) on her. I would LOVE something to replace her but ElCid isn't so convinced. I'd probably change my mind once I heard what a car payment would be, I have to be honest. I haven't had a car payment in years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We're supposed to go to St. George on Monday to finally see The Little Mermaid, if I have to suck it up and dive without air conditioning I might cry, the entire way there and back!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We don't have anything exciting planned for the weekend besides sleeping past 5:45 and maybe car shopping ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-4783283204034575049?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4783283204034575049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=4783283204034575049&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/4783283204034575049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/4783283204034575049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/08/ahhhhh-ahhhhhh-ahhhhhhh.html' title='Friday!!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-8413898944607720379</id><published>2011-08-17T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T16:52:59.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>Today was better than yesterday, yesterday people were not nice. It wasn't anything extreme just normal middle school stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred found out that 3 little girls she's making friends with are LDS, she was surprised, I expected she'd run into a few. One even lives in a Stake I've heard of and went to the school where I take Jr. and George for Girl Scouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was rough, ElCid and I are both wearing out on this 5:45 wake up call and it's not even real school yet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jr. and George are enjoying control of the Wii remote without having to let Fred take a turn. They aren't liking that I insist they &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;DO SOMETHING ELSE&lt;/span&gt; after an hour in front of the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it will be nice to have a little bit of time to spend with Fred everyday. I'm not delusional, I'm sure she'll go straight to her room once she gets home, but for 20 minutes everyday she'll be stuck with ElCid and I.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-8413898944607720379?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8413898944607720379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=8413898944607720379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8413898944607720379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8413898944607720379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-2981771058954795384</id><published>2011-08-16T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T10:22:57.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It came without ribbons, it came without bows ... oh wait that was Christmas not the dreaded middle school.&lt;br /&gt;Being up so early is very confusing. I haven't been up this early in years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;School doesn't really start yet, not until the 29th. We still have a week and a half of summer vacation left.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because Fred is headed to big, bad, middle school she is attending day camp this week to get used to bell schedules, switching classes, walking from one building to another (unattended), all those things elementary school just doesn't have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's fine with all of it and had fun yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is one other little girl from elementary school who goes to her new school, I was pretty surprised, apparently she knew, I'm just slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picking her up will be an interesting thing once school does happen for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to get her cell phone battery replaced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to go back to bed, mmmm, bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-2981771058954795384?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2981771058954795384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=2981771058954795384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/2981771058954795384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/2981771058954795384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/08/middle-school.html' title='Middle School'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-133105867145205111</id><published>2011-08-13T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T12:40:59.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Family Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ElCid surprised all of us yesterday by coming home early!! We took advantage of the rare opportunity and the girls took him outside to watch them bike ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="239" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo16.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo20.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo21.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo23.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo18.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo19.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was really hot, so the fun was short lived but it was fun while it lasted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="239" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo17.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-133105867145205111?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/133105867145205111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=133105867145205111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/133105867145205111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/133105867145205111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-family-fun.html' title='Friday Family Fun'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-1146660552851555641</id><published>2011-08-11T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T20:59:18.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little City Slicker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ElCid's brother borrowed my car today to do some driving around, it just worked out that way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we were headed home and went out to the car Fred with a slightly horrified and shocked expression asked where was the widow or what happened to it as she stood next to the passenger front door. I was a little bit confused and let her know Uncle John had simply rolled it down to let hot air out as it sat in Grandma's mini parking lot. She was quite relived and said that she was worried it had broken like the other one or someone had robbed our car.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had to stifle a laugh, never ever would we leave our car anywhere with the windows down, it's just not safe. In Utah however people come and go and there isn't much fear of it being robbed in broad daylight. Earlier today her Grandma left her keys in the ignition of her car for nearly an hour and nothing happened, that's just where they live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My cute little city kids, somethings are just beyond their comprehension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-1146660552851555641?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1146660552851555641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=1146660552851555641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1146660552851555641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1146660552851555641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-little-city-slicker.html' title='My Little City Slicker'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-4490372296386446565</id><published>2011-08-08T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T21:12:07.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel sorry for ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;George has begun feeling sorry for various people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the grocery store looking at the meat/fresh fish counter - I feel sorry for the people that have to touch those yucky fish and meats to put them in packages that is just ...&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; DISGUSTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drive past a construction site - I feel sorry for those worker mens. Especially the big mens. They all have to use that little porta pottie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think her sorrow for their situations is directly related to her Princess status in life. I didn't have the heart to tell her someday she would probably find herself in a situation that would make a cute little 6 yr old shake their head and declare that they felt sorry for her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-4490372296386446565?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4490372296386446565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=4490372296386446565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/4490372296386446565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/4490372296386446565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-feel-sorry-for.html' title='I feel sorry for ...'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-821745402430653902</id><published>2011-08-03T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T12:44:39.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new with us ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not a whole lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took the month of August "off" to get people ready for school, make 11 flower girl dresses, and have a last little bit of summer vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have all of our school supplies in backpacks by the front door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;George has her birthday all set. King Putt mini golf (indoor, this IS Vegas). We reserved the golf place, bought party favors and planned her cake yesterday. Now we just have to go looking for golfer invitations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jr's party is in the works, she'll be having it at home this year, groan, and it will be Harry Potter themed. Activities will be divided into different classes. So far she has Potions (create your own drink), Transfiguration (cupcake decorating), History of Magic (memory game),&amp;nbsp; Quidditch (ping pong bounce game), and Herbology (planting flowers or veggies). The guests will of course be sorted into houses and I think they're each supposed to get a robe...as well as a wand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fred is pretty excited about middle school and has a summer camp coming up in two weeks to get her used to the whole thing. I'm still in denial and plan to live there for the next several years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We've been to the library several times, they are still forced to read every day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We stay inside a lot, it's still a million degrees outside, not as hot as half the country but still too hot to actually be outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now you're all caught up with our lives, yawn. maybe we'll get more exciting after school starts again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-821745402430653902?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/821745402430653902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=821745402430653902&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/821745402430653902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/821745402430653902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/08/whats-new-with-us.html' title='What&apos;s new with us ...'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-4997338383212822959</id><published>2011-07-25T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T09:44:32.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trudging along</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another 2 weeks gone by, this last one included the family reunion which was fun, I have pictures but they're on my phone for now. I have 2 dresses to finish today, Cinderella and Beauty. Wednesday I have a mermaid tail to start and once it's done I'll be headed to Utah to work on 11 flower girl dresses and I'm hoping to extend it to a trip north as well to see MyZanne &amp;amp; Safire.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;George's leotard for dance class is still missing 2 weeks later and it has to be found before 4pm. I'd better get this day going!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-4997338383212822959?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4997338383212822959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=4997338383212822959&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/4997338383212822959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/4997338383212822959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/07/trudging-along.html' title='Trudging along'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-6026489244817220340</id><published>2011-07-11T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T08:33:13.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juggling -</title><content type='html'>Kids, work, dishes, laundry, meals, sleep, you get the idea. The blog ball is resting by my feet. When I have the time to toss it back in I'll do that, but for now I really don't have the time or inclination to throw it back into the mix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-6026489244817220340?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6026489244817220340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=6026489244817220340&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/6026489244817220340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/6026489244817220340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/07/juggling.html' title='Juggling -'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-1677073812735483427</id><published>2011-06-28T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T12:42:06.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really think 3 months of summer vacation is overrated. I like not driving carpool. I like not caring that people aren't really dressed. I like being able to work from 6pm to midnight and not having to get up and get going at 7 am.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have lots of things for my kids to do they just don't want to do them. They want to fight and bicker and tattle. I am a BIG wimp and can't handle the heat, so we stay trapped inside most days. So why do I live in Vegas? Because it's where the job is, that pays the bills, and ElCid refuses to look for a job and move to where I want to live so unless I get a killer job in the Pacific Northwest, I'm stuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We've been to St. George and we went camping for Bubba's birthday. We went to the Froggy Slide pool. They've been to the library and have lots of "new" books. They have a whole cabinet full of craft supplies. I try to do something with them everyday and they still have dance/voice/piano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We haven't even made it through a whole month yet and I'm already dreaming of back to school shopping, and not just because I like shopping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think they're having fun playing with each other, most of the time, and we have other fun plans for later in the summer, once I stop working for the show, which is next Friday. I just have to get that far in my life ... and right now that seems a very long way off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-1677073812735483427?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1677073812735483427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=1677073812735483427&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1677073812735483427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1677073812735483427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-vacation.html' title='Summer Vacation'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-2964491031097843155</id><published>2011-06-19T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T22:22:37.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I asked ElCid if I should blog something about him, he said no I should blog something cute about the kids. They weren't very cute today. George and Jr were up before 7, I have admit I didn't see that happening as part of the new room arrangement. Jr was told she is &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; allowed to wake up George unless there is a fire or she has been told specifically to do it. George was awful for the 2 hours before church and fell asleep in Sacrament meeting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ElCid enjoyed his presents, 2 pairs slacks, 3 white shirts, 2 ties (from George &amp;amp; Jr) and 4 pairs of new drawers, it was time. He also enjoyed all his favorite meals today, despite the protests of the people :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a very unproductive day otherwise, we're all recovering from yesterday and gearing up to tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-2964491031097843155?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2964491031097843155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=2964491031097843155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/2964491031097843155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/2964491031097843155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-930426411708275177</id><published>2011-06-18T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T21:39:02.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in the Middle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we moved into this house Fred and Jr shared a room. George wasn't born yet but she had a room all to herself once she did arrive. After a year when George was switched to a real bed all 3 girls had the same sleeping/getting dressed room, the other was just a playroom. 2 and a half years ago I switched Fred and Jr to the bigger room and George got her own. Fred and Jr had more toys in common and I wanted to keep the bunk bed together. George enjoyed her own space but never managed to keep it even close to clean and lately she's been coming in to ElCid and I saying she wants someone to sleep with. Last night I started devising a plan and today was the day! Fred now has the smaller room to herself and Jr and George are sharing the big room. The beds are bunked because they have far too much stuff and it fills the floor. I managed to get most of Fred's room together and we moved the beds in the big room and got them stacked. We hauled out many big black bags of garbage and have quite the stack for DI. I was inspired to make the move partly because Fred will be getting up much earlier than the other 2 in the fall, partly because I've been watching Hoarders and partly because maybe a change in venue will help them go to bed better, maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pictures to be amazed and scared by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo8.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo9.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo13.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo14.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Middle, we still have a lot of work to get done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo11.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo12.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/?action=view&amp;amp;current=photo10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo10.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A LOT to get done... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-930426411708275177?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/930426411708275177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=930426411708275177&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/930426411708275177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/930426411708275177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/06/stuck-in-middle.html' title='Stuck in the Middle'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-3204174833268666026</id><published>2011-06-09T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:08:47.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of School!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first day of school will be in 81 days, FYI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the monkeys already out the door this morning, we had to get out fast becuase we picked up donuts for Fred's class on the way to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 6th grader - Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/?action=view&amp;amp;current=photo6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo6.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"My" 5th grader, he's a boy, what else can I say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo4.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 4th grader, she had a long morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo7.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby George, my big 2nd grader. Yes, she was having a screaming fit right before this was taken. Yes, that is the same shirt she wore the &lt;a href="http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school-first-day-of-school.html"&gt;first day of school&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, she did have shoes on before she got out of the car at school. Yes, those pants are being given to Sarah in July. No, I don't match socks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/photo5.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-3204174833268666026?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3204174833268666026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=3204174833268666026&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/3204174833268666026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/3204174833268666026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last Day of School!!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-4553112842587414369</id><published>2011-05-31T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T08:18:14.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A skip, hop and a jump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My baby brother graduated on Saturday night from high school, it was a sad thing for me. I was 14 when he was born and he was my responsibility for a lot of the 3 and a half years that passed before I went to college. I got a teeny tiny glimpse of how proud and teary I will be once my own girls get that far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We left for the frigid north Friday at noon and stopped for the night in Provo with MyZanne. We had a fun time staying in her new house with it's enormous back yard and big basement, oh how I wish we could have a basement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We left at ten and made our way to Boise just in time to check into the hotel, get to my mom's house and make it to graduation. It was a nice ceremony and I like the teacher's speech, very fitting for the occasion. We went out to Famous Dave's afterward (YUMMY) and got to bed late. Sunday came much too early and we went to church with my mom. After church, changing, and lunch we were off again, this time to Ogden to stay with a college roommate of mine, Casey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Casey has 8 kids (for now, 2 are foster kids) and lives in a big ol house full of fun, chaos and a backyard that makes MyZanne's look like a postage stamp. The girls were in heaven and have requested to go back. After a good breakfast Monday morning, she could always make bacon better than I could, we piled back into the car and headed off to St. George.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We paused for 3 hours in St. George, had dinner, the girls played with Bubba and Kafra, ElCid played a few card games and then it was time to go, &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;. After the usual 2 hour drive we were finally home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a fun weekend and wonderful to see so many family and friends but 4 days of driving 6+ hours a day is enough to do me in!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-4553112842587414369?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4553112842587414369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=4553112842587414369&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/4553112842587414369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/4553112842587414369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/05/skip-hop-and-jump.html' title='A skip, hop and a jump'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-3319057229110086027</id><published>2011-05-26T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T16:38:35.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Grade Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 8 is someone who made my life hell. Being brought up by my mom I see it as more of, someone I let make my life hell. She would always say if you don't bring your money you can't "buy" whatever the other guy is shelling out. I give this honor to the 6th grade mean girl at Basehor Elementary School. I was teased by several kids but there was one who outshone all the rest, Jamie Turner. She was wicked and devious to the very core. She saw an easy target, fat, self conscious, no self esteem, bad hair, worse clothes, big glasses and took advantage of the situation. There weren't any anti-bullying laws back then or "Be Kind" assemblies. There were teachers who would say not to interact with her, she didn't really mean that, and to just ignore it. I finally snapped at the end of the year under all the pressure and went begging and crying to my teacher to make her stop, so she called in Jamie and her sidekick Noel and told them in front of me to stop and that was enough. I honestly think she did it more for herself so she wouldn't have to hear me complain any longer. It was a pathetic slap on the wrist. On the way out of the classroom I turned to Jamie and asked "What I ever did to you?" she gave me this look I will never forget, tossed her hair and said "Nothing" turned and left the room. I stood there dazed and watched her walk away. She was true to her word and never gave me a hard time again. I just couldn't imagine being so mean to someone who never did anything to you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is one of the reasons I'm very worried about Fred and middle school. She isn't fat, she has pretty good self esteem, she has cute hair, clothes and glasses. She is already better off than I was. She and all the other kids in the district have had numerous anti-bullying assemblies, they participate in the "Be Kind" program and the teachers are more aware that there is a problem. I know that kids are still kids and she might get picked on but I can at least hope she'll have a better way to resolve her problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-3319057229110086027?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3319057229110086027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=3319057229110086027&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/3319057229110086027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/3319057229110086027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/05/6th-grade-fears.html' title='6th Grade Fears'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-704973424774499297</id><published>2011-05-20T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T22:54:02.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ElCid, Fred, Jr &amp; George</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/05/finding-my-mojo.html"&gt;Day 7&lt;/a&gt; is someone who has made my life worth living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That someone is my post title :) I was a very silly child when I met ElCid. I mean a mature, reasonable adult would &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; fill out a survey for a near stranger and when they got to the are you engaged box they put their own name down. I was a terrible flirt, and it worked out for me. ElCid let me talk his ear off, and he came back to hear more. Up until I met him I had no interest in budgets, bank account balancing, car insurance, and other grown up nonsense. After ElCid I suddenly cared about all those things, and more! When I went to work I had a real reason to be there. Doing dishes and laundry were still at the bottom of my list but now someone else was counting on me and I didn't mind, much. ElCid is my life, he's a part of me, like my arm. Without him I would not be a whole person anymore and I think of the other guys I dated&amp;nbsp; (all 4 of them) and count my blessings that the best of them picked me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nearly two years after we were married ElCid decided we should try kids, so we had Fred. I wasn't sure it was such a good idea for the first four months and ElCid wondered about his decision too. After Fred got over her colic she was pretty great and now I &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; had someone depending on me. Whether I felt like it or not I had to get up everyday, and feed and entertain and look after a Very Demanding Princess. It was a hard job to adjust to! I was finally settling in to taking care of Fred and Jr decided it was time to mix things up, but it was ok because Jr was calm and sweet and a way more Low Maintenance Princess. I got smart and put ElCid off having another baby for 3 years and then the Very Important Princess George, Ruler of All she surveys, Empress of Everything Else and Rightful Heiress to all that she deems worthy and good, graced us with her presence. After all that I told ElCid he was going to have to be happy with the 3 Princesses because I was overwhelmed, worn out, and just plain tired! I love my girls, they are a &lt;b&gt;big huge job&lt;/b&gt;, but what would I be doing if I didn't have them? They have brought so much joy, happiness, love, laughter and light into my life that I can't imagine the other option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-704973424774499297?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/704973424774499297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=704973424774499297&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/704973424774499297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/704973424774499297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/05/elcid-fred-jr-george.html' title='ElCid, Fred, Jr &amp; George'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-7434010227507133131</id><published>2011-05-18T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T18:20:49.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not to be obvious...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/05/finding-my-mojo.html"&gt;Day 6&lt;/a&gt; is something I hope I never have to do. This list isn't going to be ground breaking or original and that's ok.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Bury one of my children. This has been a nightmare of mine since before I had kids. I read a lot of historical fiction as a kid and people were always dying off. I was on the fence about George's name because in the book, that character dies. I know it could happen and I know if it were to happen we would get through it, somehow, and we would be together forever later but it's definitely &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; something I would want to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Raise my kids on my own. Either by untimely death or divorce or a military draft I would not want to raise my kids truly alone. I think I'm a strong person but Moga and Jessica have me beat when it comes to the stoic raising my kids on my own thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Since I don't want to raise my kids on my own it won't be a surprise I'd rather not lose ElCid either by untimely death, divorce or military draft.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Live in St. George. I know I'm horrible and offensive and that's ok, I've come to grips with it. When ElCid and I got married just over 12 years ago I said I wouldn't consider living in St. George until it got a Target and a Jack in the Box, because they had &lt;i&gt;neither&lt;/i&gt;. They have both now but I still wouldn't want to live there. It's very small town. Some people like that, I don't. There are only a few major roads through town, they get clogged easily, and when they get shut down it's a disaster. Mostly, I don't know how I would fit in and that is definitely a big fear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-7434010227507133131?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7434010227507133131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=7434010227507133131&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7434010227507133131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7434010227507133131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-to-be-obvious.html' title='Not to be obvious...'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-5838279762833534533</id><published>2011-05-17T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T11:21:26.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydreams and Aspirations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something I want to do in my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be married to ElCid for the rest of my life. This is definitely something I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raise 3 healthy, happy, lovely girls who become well educated, get married,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have babies (or careers) and live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Develop a successful business.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure what will mark that success, but I'd like to make it "go" somewhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Landscape our backyard. Currently it is a big dust hole, I'd love to have a yard we can hang out in. Grass, trees, a trampoline, nice patio set with an umbrella. Doesn't it sound fabulous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Travel outside North America. I've been to Canada twice but I'd like to go somewhere that requires a real passport (we went before you needed a passport).&amp;nbsp; I'd love to see England or Australia or Germany or somewhere! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mostly I want to spend time with my family and be happy with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-5838279762833534533?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5838279762833534533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=5838279762833534533&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5838279762833534533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5838279762833534533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/05/daydreams-and-aspirations.html' title='Daydreams and Aspirations'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-5166155656135550964</id><published>2011-05-16T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:46:46.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Dad,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not sure if you'll ever see this (maybe I should send you a copy ...) but I'm blogging my way through a "list" of posts, and &lt;a href="http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/05/finding-my-mojo.html"&gt;day 4&lt;/a&gt; is something you need to forgive someone for. I've been meaning to talk to you for a few years but I've chickened out every time we're together. There hasn't been a convenient day (like that day we spent on the beach talking about ElCid) to talk and, well, I'm still pretty scared.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In one of my favorite songs there is a line "your parents did the best job they knew how to do" and I believe that, I always felt cheated that you didn't know how to do your job at all. I am still angry at how I was treated as a child. I know you were treated worse by your dad and that the situation you were in was difficult but that doesn't excuse what happened, it doesn't make it better, or ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Living in fear is a terrible place to live, you know that. So why did you do it to me? You didn't know any better isn't an excuse. How could you look me in the face and apologize over and over when we both knew it was just going to happen again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always did everything you wanted me to do and it was never good enough, you didn't even come to my high school graduation. After meeting my fiance you told me no one would be mad if I backed out, &lt;i&gt;more than once&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After I was married I had a very hard decision to make, what would I tell my children about their Grandfather? Would I even let them know you? When questions about why my parents aren't married came up what would I say to protect them? I chose to let you start over, I chose to give you a second chance and I'm very grateful that I did. You have been amazing, you've been the person I needed you to be my whole life. The girls love and adore you and that makes me very happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having kids of my own has pushed me to  the very edge and my temper evaporates like a snow ball in Vegas&amp;nbsp;  summertime and I can see how easy it is to cross the line, and I admit, I  have, but when I see fear in my girl's faces I remember wearing that  face and it scares me straight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've worked on forgiving and trusting you for a long time, but I've been wanting to talk to you for these last few years because I learned that I need you, to forgive me, too.&amp;nbsp; I need you to forgive me for hating you all those years, for disrespecting you and everything you stood for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything I love you, you're my dad. Thanks for listening and I hope moving forward things will only get better between us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love Always,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scoonie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-5166155656135550964?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5166155656135550964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5166155656135550964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-dad.html' title='Dear Dad,'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-1247082209828686267</id><published>2011-05-14T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:12:14.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 26, 1998</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something I have to forgive myself for, accepting a date with a guy I only knew just a little bit, from work. It ended up being the worst date of my entire life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd been on plenty of dates before that, and many more after but it is seared into my memory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I paid for the stupid ice cream, it was really good ice cream but I've never had that kind since, I just can't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were &lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;RED&lt;/b&gt; flags all over the place but I chose to ignore them thinking I could get out when I wanted to. I didn't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wore a brand new sweater and didn't wear it again for a year, I wore it once more after ElCid and I were married and saw the guy and nearly had a nervous breakdown, was taken home to change and I destroyed the sweater.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Someday I will forgive myself for being a stupid teenager but until that night stops haunting me, I keep working on it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ElCid knew about the whole thing before we got married, telling him was the &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;HARDEST &lt;/span&gt;thing I had ever done. He took it in stride and never held it against me, he just wanted to hunt the guy down and harm him seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, &lt;a href="http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/05/finding-my-mojo.html"&gt;day 3&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-1247082209828686267?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1247082209828686267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1247082209828686267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/05/march-26-1998.html' title='March 26, 1998'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-7630798093644947303</id><published>2011-05-13T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T12:31:11.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I love about Me ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love that I am creative, and have a &lt;a href="http://onceuponacostume.blogspot.com/"&gt;slightly usefu&lt;/a&gt;l outlet for that creativity. I also love that my husband and kids put up with my wild creativity and the chaos it creates in our lives. Here are pictures of my latest plunge into creativity! (As you can see the pictures are well focused, they were taken by Chalice Lundquist.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="277" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/DSC_1907.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_1890.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/DSC_1880.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="142" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/DSC_1876.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/DSC_1868.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4405.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/DSC_1824.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/DSC_1890.jpg" width="139" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-7630798093644947303?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7630798093644947303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=7630798093644947303&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7630798093644947303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7630798093644947303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-i-love-about-me.html' title='What I love about Me ...'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-7159551198978933711</id><published>2011-05-12T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:40:22.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...who cain't say no! No, not like Annie in Oklahoma, I have a hard time saying no to projects and favors and other sorts of fun. Then I get overwhelmed, and then I get behind in all areas of my life, and then I get stressed, and then I really regret ever saying yes in the first place! That is something I hate about myself. I love all the things I get myself into but oftentimes halfway through I really wonder why someone didn't stop me from volunteering in the first place! (ElCid or Kathy that would be you) Next year I won't be PTSO President, I've coaxed someone else into doing that (muahahahahaha), and I hope one less major obligation in my life will allow me to be less stressed about the 75 other things I've got going on, because regular sleep on a regular basis sounds lovely. :) So there you go, one thing I hate about myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-7159551198978933711?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7159551198978933711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=7159551198978933711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7159551198978933711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7159551198978933711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-just-girl.html' title='I&apos;m just a girl...'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-9039184971082899612</id><published>2011-05-10T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T20:41:03.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding my mojo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Safire said she's lost her blogging mojo, I think mine is with hers. I've been busy before and still managed to blog but I really don't feel like I have much of value to say. The Irreverent Wife is s....l....o....w....l....y... blogging her way through this list - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some really tough days.&lt;br /&gt;(write a letter.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried&lt;br /&gt;living without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight&lt;br /&gt;an hour before. What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs.&lt;br /&gt;(Just post the titles and artists and letter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 30 → A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not sure where she found it but I think I'll join her, it will give me something to think about besides my boring life and maybe my mojo will show up, and maybe it won't, and maybe I'll have to go to DC to find it ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-9039184971082899612?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9039184971082899612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=9039184971082899612&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/9039184971082899612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/9039184971082899612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/05/finding-my-mojo.html' title='Finding my mojo'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-8581175549091966870</id><published>2011-05-09T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T11:27:52.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You my Mother?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love that book, especially the &lt;i&gt;SNORT&lt;/i&gt;, because my mom would do fantastic sound effects and tickle us when she said &lt;i&gt;SNORT&lt;/i&gt;. My mom is great and she tries really hard everyday to do the right thing for her kids, even the ones who are poops ;) She is always there when we need her and sometimes when we don't but that just means she loves us and she cares. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I spent this weekend in St. George because ElCid's mom graduated from college. She's great too. She takes me in stride and loves me just the same. She is a wonderful example to my girls who know it's never to late to get a degree and girls can work on computers too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got myself the iPhone for Mother's Day, ElCid was going to do it but he's not authorized on my cell account so I did it for him. :) It's been fun playing with it, figuring out everything that it does and everything that I &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt; on it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I could expound on and on about &lt;strike&gt;my phone&lt;/strike&gt; all the amazing moms who have influenced me over the years and I appreciate all they did to raise me. I also appreciate my friends who show me regularly how to be a better/different mom and keep me sane while I raise my own kids! Hope you all had a happy mother's day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-8581175549091966870?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8581175549091966870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=8581175549091966870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8581175549091966870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8581175549091966870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/05/are-you-my-mother.html' title='Are You my Mother?'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-2714703450365280394</id><published>2011-05-01T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T17:51:04.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All week I kept telling myself I'd get this done today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today began at 1:30am in the bathroom fighting overwhelming nausea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can now sit upright unassisted so here I am getting this done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't be sick tomorrow, I have too much to get done still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we went to The Grand Canyon for spring break, I'd never been and I figured it was close and we could camp in a tent like the girls have been begging us to do for years! Spring break was very late this year, it's always the week before Easter and with Easter on the 24th, ElCid was able to come with us, so were Moga and Matey.&amp;nbsp; The girls LOVED having Matey around and so did I. He had us all laughing all the time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;day 1 - Monday - Fred got her cast removed!! I took awesome step by step pictures with her brand new Birthday/ Easter present she got early. While trying to figure out how to use her camera she erased all of them. We ran last minute errands, got things put into suitcases, and even more piles accumulated in the front room. We picked up Moga and Matey from the airport, ran a few more errands, packed even more stuff and got some sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;day 2 - Tuesday - ElCid took Mellow to the sitter while Moga and I fit everything into/on the car, we even left some room for the people!! I drove the 4 hours to Williams, there was a bit of traffic in Boulder City near Lake Mead but we zoomed over the dam with the bypass bridge, it was great!&amp;nbsp; We picked a KOA not too far from Williams and arrived with plenty of time to set up while it was still light. Moga also got to use my sweet oven and two guys who were RV camping across the way had to come over and investigate my cool toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;day 3 - Wednesday - We drove into Williams and rode the train out to the Grand Canyon. I told EVERYONE we will be on the train most of the day, bring something to do. I was very upset when I realized I had left my book at home but was still ok because I had my ipod, until Jr. asked for it. Nobody else believed me. Not even Moga who was VERY sad when we got on board and she discovered it would be a 2 hour ride there and a two hour ride back. We bought playing cards in the gift shop. We had been trying to tell George what the Grand Canyon would be like, she was pretty sure it was a big hole in the ground. I explained it to be similar to the gorge on the way to UT just you walk around the top, not drive at the bottom and the Grand Canyon is &lt;i&gt;much bigger&lt;/i&gt;. Once we reached Grand Canyon Village we had lunch at the train depot, we didn't go up at first because I knew once they got to the top there would be no lunch, just playing, begging for souvenirs and picture taking. I was right, I just didn't know they would also be making friends with the squirrels you aren't supposed to feed. We pretty much stayed in the middle portion of the rim that day by the lodge and hotel. It was big and impressive and certainly made you feel a little bit unbalanced, it's huge! George also had to admit it's bigger than a hole in the ground. On the ride home, you get "robbed" which the girls enjoyed, we were all tired out and hotdogs and smores for dinner was a good call. (After leaving the train depot we went to the local Safeway :) and got an ace wrap, all that walking was hard on poor Fred.) Fred's camera was used for in the Canyon that day and is currently MIA once it returns I'll be sure to add those pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4125.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4128.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4129.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4131.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4142.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4143.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4144.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4147.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4151.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4153.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4155.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4189.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4199.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4218.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;day&amp;nbsp; 4 - Thursday - We drove ourselves into the Grand Canyon, it doesn't take two hours and got there about lunch time again. We took the orange shuttle buses (best things ever) to the east side first (because the blue ones were full and Matey needed to ride a bus NOW) and it was a fantastic choice.&amp;nbsp; We saw different pieces we hadn't seen the day before and got to walk along the rim trail from one shuttle bus stop to another. Fred and ElCid rode the buses all the way so she wouldn't run into the same problems she'd had on Wednesday. After the east side we ventured west and made it all the way to the "end", Hermit's Rest. It was a long day of walking taking pictures and having fun. The weather was perfect, mid 60's, light breeze, and the walk along the rim was breath taking. ElCid feared for his sweet girl's safety a few times but I assured him they were staying way back from the edge as he and Fred rode safely on the roads. On the way back we stopped in Tusayan and had dinner, it was late, we'd been having such a good time. The girls wanted McDonald's but ElCid insisted on a Pizza and Pasta placed, seriously called "We cook pizza and pasta". It was good and they survived the food. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4228.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4229.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4231.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4234.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_42402-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4243.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4246.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4250.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4254.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4255.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4256.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4260.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4280.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4283.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4292.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4293.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4301.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4302.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4307.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4308.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4310.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4314.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4315.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4316.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4319.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4321.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4323.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;day 5 - Friday - Happy birthday Fred!!! We woke up early, it's not hard with the sun coming in the tent like it does. We had breakfast, and packed up while the girls and Matey played. It was easier to get everything back in/on this time. ElCid drove home and we had another uneventful trip. Fred chose Cane's for dinner where I was treated to a lapful of soda and then Moga watched the girl's while ElCid and I escaped for a hot date to Borders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-2714703450365280394?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2714703450365280394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=2714703450365280394&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/2714703450365280394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/2714703450365280394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/05/spring-break-11.html' title='Spring Break 11'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-2983868482389816648</id><published>2011-04-27T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T11:25:38.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Night &amp; Day it's Cinderella!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told Moga on our trip that I post on my blog more often than she does, she went home and is proving me wrong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I'm madly sewing to get things done for pictures/dress rehearsal/the play she's posting pictures and she has some I don't have, so if you're done waiting on me go check out &lt;a href="http://piratesbaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My pictures will be around eventually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-2983868482389816648?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2983868482389816648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=2983868482389816648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/2983868482389816648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/2983868482389816648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/04/night-day-its-cinderella.html' title='...Night &amp; Day it&apos;s Cinderella!!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-7548892525788968175</id><published>2011-04-24T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T12:50:42.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="640" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4380.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-7548892525788968175?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7548892525788968175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=7548892525788968175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7548892525788968175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7548892525788968175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter.html' title='Easter!!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-177525991188938620</id><published>2011-04-22T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:28:56.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Fred,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11 years ago we started this amazing journey that has turned my world upside down and inside out. You have taught me so much patience, and love, and understanding. I know we don't always get along but I try to keep in mind part of the blessing your daddy gave you all those years ago, "You and your mother will be great friends" I know it's most important to be your mom and guide you through the world as best as I can but with that little bit of blessing reminding me to stop and listen to what you want and letting you get your way, sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As you know the thought of you going on to middle school scares me to no end! Older classmates, bigger school, farther away from me and I won't even be able to wander down the hall and peek in on your classroom! I know you will do fine, and if there are problems let me know, we'll talk about things and figure them out. School is going to get harder you won't always know what to do but if you rely on the Holy Ghost and me and dad you will get through it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so proud of you all grown up and taking on the world but remember I am your mom, it's my job to make your life miserable, and part of me will always see you as my sweet baby and it will be hard for me to let you go out on your own and make decisions by yourself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/babyfred.jpg" width="376" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you Fred, don't ever forget that, Happy Birthday Princess!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-177525991188938620?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/177525991188938620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=177525991188938620&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/177525991188938620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/177525991188938620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-fred.html' title='Dear Fred,'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-3772924154895519510</id><published>2011-04-22T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T17:47:23.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a peek</title><content type='html'>#1 - Fred is 11!! (more on that later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_41392.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#2 - Pictures of our spring break! (more on that later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_42822.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_42842.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="640" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_42852.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_43222.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="640" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_43182.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#3 - I'm taking a real shower! &lt;br /&gt;#4 - Out to dinner for Fred's birthday (see #1)&lt;br /&gt;#5 - I learned something new about my darling husband, he's not fond of heights you could fall from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up for more photo fun? Check out &lt;a href="http://piratesbaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;Moga's blog&lt;/a&gt; all this week as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-3772924154895519510?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3772924154895519510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=3772924154895519510&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/3772924154895519510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/3772924154895519510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-peek.html' title='Just a peek'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-1527249359389179954</id><published>2011-04-12T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T13:18:43.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look what I have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4106.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's what it looks like all opened up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4107.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know you're wondering, how big is it?? The first picture is a medium saucepan and a nice size frying pan. The 2 bread pans are the biggest ones I have, and the door shuts with them in :), the last one is a 8x8 glass pan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4108.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4109.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4110.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The thing I liked about the oven was that it came with a hookup for those little green canisters and a propane tank like we have for our grill.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4111.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the reviews I read said it needed better handles, which they fixed on this model. They also said you should be sure to get the carrying case, and this one came with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4113.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Online it &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/products/catalog?hl=en&amp;amp;rlz=&amp;amp;q=Camp+chef+oven&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;cid=4337458059424521062&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=Y6ukTeKkFea_0QGRhtDwCA&amp;amp;ved=0CFwQ8wIwBA#"&gt;sells for more&lt;/a&gt; than what I bought it for at Sam's and it doesn't include the bag or the extra adapter. I didn't rob a bank or win the lottery to buy this awesome item, ElCid's parents generously (we didn't even ask!) gave us the money to buy it. I am very excited to try it out, before we leave for camping, I'd hate to get there and have a problem and I'm very happy to have it in my emergency preparedness supply as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-1527249359389179954?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1527249359389179954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=1527249359389179954&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1527249359389179954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1527249359389179954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/04/yay-me.html' title='Yay Me!!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-8658685159531903115</id><published>2011-04-11T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:45:38.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than Christmas &gt;:) - Guys you might want to skip this one -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This Friday is the "Growth and Development" movie in 5th grade and Fred &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;refuses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to go. I had no problem with her going but when I went to sign the paper she freaked out saying there was &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NO WAY&lt;/span&gt; she was doing that!! I asked if her friends were going and yes they are, but she's&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; NOT&lt;/span&gt;! I asked if she knew that the boys would be in a different room and she said yes, but she's &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; going to be in either room! I asked if she was afraid of being embarrassed, because everybody will be and she said that was, &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; the problem! I figured there are so many battles we have in front of us that I'd let her win this one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the week and a half since she brought home the paper to sign I've been threatening her if she doesn't behave I'll sign the paper so she has to go. If she doesn't stop bugging her sisters I'll sign the paper so she has to go.&amp;nbsp; Unless she wants to go to the thing on Friday she will unload the dishwasher, put in a load of laundry, help clean the bathroom, etc. I haven't been one who threatens to take away Christmas (or Birthdays) and this has been a lot of fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think she's as ready as she can be and I really don't think a movie would make that much difference. We've talked more than once about growing up and Kathy bought us &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Care-Keeping-You-American-Library/dp/1562476661"&gt;that book&lt;/a&gt; and she read the whole thing. In the mail today I got a flier and a coupon, apparently if your&lt;a href="http://www.ubykotex.com/products/tween"&gt; feminine hygiene products&lt;/a&gt; are cute it makes things better, I'm thinking a man might have been behind that idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-8658685159531903115?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8658685159531903115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=8658685159531903115&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8658685159531903115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8658685159531903115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/04/better-than-christmas-guys-you-might.html' title='Better than Christmas &gt;:) - Guys you might want to skip this one -'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-1524142653657416136</id><published>2011-04-09T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:11:45.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Joking Here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We've been having wild weather here the last few weeks! Last Friday was 92 and yesterday was 58. Today however takes the cake it SNOWED!! It lasted about 10 minutes and none of it stuck but the girls were delighted, and so was I!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4098.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4096.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-1524142653657416136?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1524142653657416136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=1524142653657416136&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1524142653657416136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1524142653657416136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-joking-here.html' title='No Joking Here!!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-8579202365197729312</id><published>2011-04-01T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T10:34:34.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha there's no new update here! Aren't you sorry that you got all excited that I updated my blog with all of the fun and fascinating things I've done in the last week and a half?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The problem is I've done &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; fun or fascinating in the last week and a half. I made a &lt;a href="http://onceuponacostume.blogspot.com/2011/03/squeezing-things-in.html"&gt;Rapunzel&lt;/a&gt; that turned out cute, I've been researching &lt;a href="http://www.nickjr.com/team-umizoomi/"&gt;Geo Umizoomi&lt;/a&gt; for a project due next Tuesday, I've been freezer paper stenciling super capes, I've been ignoring my sister who is LAME because she's not coming until Monday - whatever! &lt;a href="http://audranwerty.blogspot.com/"&gt;MyZanne&lt;/a&gt; has been doing fun things, she had a birthday yesterday!! So did &lt;a href="http://waterfalling-up.com/"&gt;Juice&lt;/a&gt;. Now they are &lt;b&gt;both&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt; older than me! Fred is planning fun and fascinating things, like how to spend her birthday $$$ (that she will get in 21 days), and what to take in her sack lunches for her upcoming field trips, there are 4 of them! ElCid isn't much fun lately and while he's busy with taxes I don't really think it counts as fascinating news, he's been doing taxes for years now. George and Jr. have been having hysterical crying fits more often lately and I'm blaming the fact that they stay up too late playing, news that is neither fun or fascinating. Cinderella is zooming closer, Fred has hour long rehearsals after school most days in April. I'm not zooming much closer to being done with costumes - yikes! I still have no idea what the step mother is going to wear - ugh!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So joke's on you, nothing to see here, move along and find a blog with a real update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the presses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mail today I got a letter letting me know that Fred was accepted to a Math &amp;amp; Science Magnet School!!(Basically her name was randomly selected by a computer)&lt;br /&gt;Then when I picked them up from school Fred told me she got a 19 on her writing proficiency paper!!(20 is perfect)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-8579202365197729312?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8579202365197729312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=8579202365197729312&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8579202365197729312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8579202365197729312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fool&apos;s!!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-477483208318516329</id><published>2011-03-23T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T18:39:28.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E.VER.RY T.I.M.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got two calls today asking about work to be done ASAP, I accepted so I would have more money for the Grand Canyon, you know for that oven I want from Sam's and food and treats and souvenirs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was on my way to a fitting for rush job #1 with everyone in the car and about a half mile from home the car started making a strange noise and it started smoking. No, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;REALLY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We parked and got out and walked home. I guess I know where that "extra" money is going!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-477483208318516329?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/477483208318516329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=477483208318516329&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/477483208318516329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/477483208318516329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/03/everry-time.html' title='E.VER.RY T.I.M.E.'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-8866575469010426972</id><published>2011-03-21T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T12:37:54.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I looked out the window ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I screamed!!! I have grapefruits!!! 3 of them!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4051.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nan was rather confused how I could have grapefruits and not know it!!!&lt;br /&gt;They are right up next to the window, that's how!!&lt;br /&gt;And I don't open those blinds very often because they are broken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I'm &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;REALLY EXCITED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-8866575469010426972?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8866575469010426972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=8866575469010426972&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8866575469010426972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8866575469010426972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-looked-out-window.html' title='I looked out the window ...'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-3967646492276929618</id><published>2011-03-17T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T21:11:32.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO Exciting!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once upon a time I was in college (don't laugh) I bought a grapefruit, peeled it and began eating it "orange" style (you already knew I'm weird). I pulled out the seeds as I went because I'm not that weird.One of the seeds had started to sprout so I planted it in a sour cream container. It got bigger so I transferred it to a gallon sized ice cream container. I got married and my baby tree came with me. We moved to Las Vegas, it survived the move and it lived out on our balcony.  It got bigger and I put it in a 5 gal pot. We moved again and it lived inside when it was cold and outside when it was warm. I had a baby and the baby loved to "pet" it. It got bigger and I had another baby. It got bigger still and I put it in a 45 gal trash can. It was too big to come inside when it got cold and sometimes I worried it wasn't going to survive the wind! We moved one last time and it lived on the back porch. It was a very pretty tree. I had another baby and I decided I needed to put my tree in the ground. There was a depression in our side yard, far too close to the house to put a tree in, ElCid said. I used that depression as a starting point for my tree hole. I dug the hole all by myself and put nice dirt in the hole and fertilizer and then my baby tree. ElCid said it was too close to the house. My baby tree has done quite well but it's never bloomed. Not once in 13+ years. This past winter was hard on my baby tree for some reason (it didn't even get cold) and I've been keeping an eye on it. Today I went to see how the new leaves were coming in and I saw this!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4036.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I saw these!!!! It's BLOOMING!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4035.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also see that it's way to close to the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Huh, ElCid gets to be right about 2 things since we've been married ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I was admiring my baby tree I walked past&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the only pretty thing in my front yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_4034.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It made me miss MyZanne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-3967646492276929618?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3967646492276929618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=3967646492276929618&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/3967646492276929618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/3967646492276929618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-exciting.html' title='SO Exciting!!!!!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-643399457437011729</id><published>2011-03-14T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T20:09:25.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I've been</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, busy of course!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finished up the project of the week last Friday and sent it away. You can see the darling recipient over on my other blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been trying to find my kitchen counters, bathroom floors, and the carpet in the hallway. It's been an enormous task and it will probably take a month to do all the laundry I pulled out of bedrooms this weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's another place I've been, in the girl's bedrooms trying to find floor, beds, tables, etc. Anwanna is coming next week and Moga &amp;amp; Matey are coming a month after that, I don't want to be desperately cleaning before they arrive! Oh, wait, to late for Anwanna ... whoops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cinderella is going well. I'm taking measurements in the next few weeks to work on the pieces that will be provided by me. I figured out how to make cute trees so the only thing left to figure out is the Stepmother's day dress. I have her ball gown and her pj's but her day dress is leaving me blank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We're adjusting to life with a one legged Fred, she's doing all right despite her crippled wardrobe. She's had 2 showers, she's clean, and the cast is still dry and intact!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jr and Fred took the CRT's (standardized tests) last week and are now anxiously waiting the results. We'll have them back by the end of the school year ;). Report cards come out Wednesday and everyone is looking forward to earning their $5!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Grand Canyon is still on for Spring Break and we're planning as we go. There's a beautiful camp stove/oven I'm coveting at Sam's Club, I'd love to take it with us, it would make life very sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-643399457437011729?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/643399457437011729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=643399457437011729&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/643399457437011729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/643399457437011729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/03/where-ive-been.html' title='Where I&apos;ve been'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-8045300888845854738</id><published>2011-03-07T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T17:46:58.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke as a Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The orthopedist only had to glance at the films to confirm the opinion of the x-ray physician and the pediatrician. Fred has a fracture in her 5th metatarsal, that's on the pinky toe side. She chose a blue cast and we bought silver and black sharpies for people to sign with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Good News &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The appointment only took 2 hours so she got to go back to school and to rehearsal for the play.&lt;br /&gt;- The cast will come off the morning before we leave for the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (the crutches will be coming with us)&lt;br /&gt;- It is a walking cast so she won't have to use the crutches for the next 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Bad News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She wore skinny jeans to the Dr. appointment. I'm pretty sure they will have to be cut off.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; of her jeans are pretty narrow around the bottom and &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NONE&lt;/span&gt; of them will fit over the cast.&lt;br /&gt;- She owns no sweat pants because she is far too fashionable for such sloppy clothes. &lt;br /&gt;- She can't wear heels for the next 6 weeks&lt;br /&gt;- She doesn't have any skirts she can wear without leggings and her church dresses aren't really school appropriate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the whole appointment came when the very serious Dr. looked me straight in the face and told me that Fred, my nearly 11 year old, can &lt;b&gt;only&lt;/b&gt; have &lt;i&gt;sponge baths&lt;/i&gt; for the next 6 weeks. No, &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;. I nodded politely and obediently all the while thinking up a plan to get her clean in my shower. It has a hand held shower head and it's really quite big so with duck tape, garbage bags, and some sealed food storage buckets for her to sit on I'm sure we will be able to do something better than a sponge bath and keep her leg dry! Could you imagine how grody she would be after sponge baths, conducted by herself of course, after 6 weeks. *gag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After voice lesson tonight we'll be stopping by a store to get her some new pants to wear, and I thought the Dr was going to be the only expense in all of this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-8045300888845854738?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8045300888845854738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=8045300888845854738&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8045300888845854738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8045300888845854738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/03/broke-as-joke.html' title='Broke as a Joke'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-7201799631503704183</id><published>2011-03-05T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T15:03:16.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happens every time!</title><content type='html'>I finally have a few hundred dollars saved up for the Grand Canyon and what happens? A big bill comes up! Well it isn't due yet but after spending Friday afternoon in a Dr. appointment and getting x-rays and a referral next week for a orthopedist, I'm pretty sure it's going to be a whopper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why all the drama? Fred. She was participating in a relay in PE on Thursday morning and was running backward and tripped on another kid. I didn't find out until she came out of rehearsal Thursday afternoon that she got hurt. There wasn't much swelling and no discoloration so I had her stay off of it and she stayed home Friday. When it was still causing pain at lunchtime I called, got an appointment, and the drama began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dr looked at hmmmed and hahhhed and then got really concerned. He ordered x-rays STAT (what does that mean anyway?) and after the x-rays were developed there could very possibly be a break, if there is, it's small. We'll find out next week after seeing the specialist. The Dr said it's not an emergency but she's on crutches with the foot in an ace bandage, iced frequently, while resting and the foot elevated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about 10 yr old heaven! She has to sit and watch TV or read books while doing nothing else - all weekend! Jr and George are a tad bit jealous and Fred is quite a bit smug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we get the official word I'll be sure to let you know. She's hoping for a cast, they're all the rage this year at school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-7201799631503704183?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7201799631503704183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=7201799631503704183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7201799631503704183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7201799631503704183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/03/happens-every-time.html' title='Happens every time!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-4987133357180424800</id><published>2011-03-03T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:29:34.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before they were stars</title><content type='html'>I worked my way through a LOT of Netflix watch instantly as I tackled my most recent sewing project. Most of the movies and TV shows were older but some of the characters I've come across have gone on to bigger and better things.&lt;br /&gt;- "Draco Malfoy" was Louis in Anna and the King.&lt;br /&gt;- Adam Sandler was on The Cosby Show, repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;- Brooke Shields was on The Cosby Show&lt;br /&gt;- Several other people have been on The Cosby Show too, but I can't pinpoint who they are and their names, in the show, are hard to catch. One that did get me was the Mom from the Quantum Leap Trilogy, the one that knocked Violet down the well. I wasn't watching and suddenly, I heard her voice! She had those same creepy light blue eyes and the same other wordly soft voice.&lt;br /&gt;- Lily from Hanna Montana was in Spy Kids 2 (this wasn't on Netflix it was one Sunday on channel 6)&lt;br /&gt;- Jenny Humphrey from Gossip Girl was also in Spy Kids 2&lt;br /&gt;- The girls spotted Rachel from Friends on Quantum Leap one time, they were very excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure we'll spot more blooming stars as I work on more projects, they seem to be everywhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-4987133357180424800?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4987133357180424800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=4987133357180424800&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/4987133357180424800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/4987133357180424800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/03/before-they-were-stars.html' title='Before they were stars'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-7149639092959391850</id><published>2011-02-23T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T20:04:00.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella After ... after</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3913.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3943.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well here it is again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3973.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3973.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3974.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3975.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The little girl who really wears it is taller than Jr. so the top doesn't squnch on her. She is going to get professional pictures of it taken and once she does I'll be sure to put a copy on here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One down 799 to go... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-7149639092959391850?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7149639092959391850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=7149639092959391850&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7149639092959391850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7149639092959391850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/cinderella-after-after.html' title='Cinderella After ... after'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-4834928917491766790</id><published>2011-02-22T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T17:51:16.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Master Card Commercial and some other stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cute tiny container I want but have nothing to put in it - $0.99&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0221112011.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Personalized license plates - $35 a year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0202111252.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0202111251a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0202111251.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting exactly what you want at a fraction of the cost - priceless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0221111555.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow I don't think ElCid is going to let me paint my van so I can slap a Volkswagen sticker on it and pretend it's a yellow bug, I've wanted one of those forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will be seeing this beauty in the winner's circle come this April, I can just feel it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0216111027.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think today was some sort of shipping deadline I wasn't aware of... yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0222110935.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;America's Combo? No wonder we're fat. It has over 1000 calories!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you spy the Dispicable Me refernce in this photo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0222110841a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm dying dresses for the Cinderella play and I keep having nightmare flashes of the huge pot leaking, like it did to Jessica when she was &lt;a href="http://www.lowefamilynews.com/2007/11/smell-of-death.html"&gt;boiling that bone for Kora's party&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;At least mine is just purple water and doesn't stink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0222111648.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0222111649.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a brand new pot, but I bought it at Wal-Mart. You never can tell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where's your phone been this week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-4834928917491766790?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4834928917491766790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=4834928917491766790&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/4834928917491766790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/4834928917491766790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-master-card-commercial-and-some.html' title='My Master Card Commercial and some other stuff...'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-5700564655931740340</id><published>2011-02-17T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T11:09:06.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life doesn't always turn out the way that you planned"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I just wish I had realized at the time that he was talking about &lt;i&gt;my life&lt;/i&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love to plan things, it's a favorite pastime of mine. I have been very much into planning a trip to Austin for spring break. Plane tickets ($1347), places to stay ($900), things to do ($500), and all that ($300)! I've been working as hard as I can to earn and save money but every time I manage to get a few hundred dollars saved up something comes up and has to be paid. Argh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been getting closer and closer to the fact that this awesome plan might not be realistic for now. I'm still paying off our washer and dryer, and once those are paid off I have to pay ElCid back for our trip to Idaho over New Year's, so I have &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; extra dollars to save out of our regular budget either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ElCid gets to come with us on spring break this year so we started looking into closer to home, less expensive options and we've come up with camping at the Grand Canyon. We've never been there as a family and the girls have been begging us for years to go camping, in our tent, that is still brand new, in the package, for the last 3 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the new plan ElCid and I finalized last night. We will drive there on day one, which can't be until Tuesday because that's when the tax deadline really is because of some fake holiday in Washington DC. Williams, AZ is about 4 hours away. We will set up camp and hang out. On day two we will ride &lt;a href="https://www.thetrain.com/reservations/train/index.php?reserve=tickets"&gt;a train&lt;/a&gt; from Williams into the Grand Canyon and according to people I know it's a lot of fun, they did it once. Day three we will drive into the Grand Canyon and go "hiking". I'm betting we'll get 1/4 of a mile out of George before she starts whining, anybody else want to wager? Day four (also Fred's 11th birthday - &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ACK&lt;/span&gt;!) We will hang out, pack up and head home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This plan gives me all of Saturday to get back to real life, before Easter is upon us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm still sad my original plan isn't going to work out but this one is certainly more reasonable, and when you're a grown up sometimes you just have to go with reasonable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-5700564655931740340?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5700564655931740340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=5700564655931740340&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5700564655931740340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5700564655931740340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-doesnt-always-turn-out-way-that.html' title='&quot;Life doesn&apos;t always turn out the way that you planned&quot;'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-4583732585524549041</id><published>2011-02-15T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T09:15:41.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Tag Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back for the Tuesday Link Up. I've been sick, running like crazy and trying to sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fire Drill at the post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0125111236-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;WORST&lt;/span&gt; idea ever. You can barely fit the cart between the chips and the freezer door. How am I supposed to fit myself, the cart and the open door in that space??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0202111710-2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a tiger toy hanging off the back, just like in Toy Story 3 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0208111335-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;100 Day for school, her 100 cupcake papers tricked the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The items were in a brown paper bag. She gave them clues to help them guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0208111630-1.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cinderella in &lt;a href="http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/prince-is-giving-ball.html"&gt;her dress&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/cinderella-after-in-middle.html"&gt;before I trimmed&lt;/a&gt; it all off. She's standing on a table. I already rebuilt the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0209110857-1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Fred!! She the single picture right in the middle of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0211111034-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like Valentines Day threw up in there, but they did have several items I need for the play so they were forgiven, mostly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0211111851-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need this. We have &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; legos at our house at all whatsoever but I need this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0211111924-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ElCid's Valentines Lunch, we went to Cheesecake Factory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was being cultured and ordered the grilled eggplant sandwich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0214111254.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't so cultured and had the Southern Fried Chicken sliders. I also had them for dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0214111255-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My present from ElCid, he's so thoughtful when I buy my presents for him :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0214111419-1.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our present to the girls, we got them HexBugs. Toys I'd never seen until we went to UT and the girls &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0214111817-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all for me, &lt;a href="http://www.lowefamilynews.com/2011/02/whats-on-jessicas-phone-stinky-linky.html"&gt;what's on your phone&lt;/a&gt;??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-4583732585524549041?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4583732585524549041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=4583732585524549041&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/4583732585524549041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/4583732585524549041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/phone-tag-tuesday.html' title='Phone Tag Tuesday'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-7696894705464506925</id><published>2011-02-09T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:08:22.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella After, in the middle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jr. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; being the one in our house that fits this dress. I love that anyone in this house fits this dress, it makes my life easier. I took the dress to school this morning and put it on Cinderella to trim it up but I had to get a picture of it full length first! It has the new top layer of sparkly tulle on it and I painted the embroidery and started with the gems last night after the picture was taken.Hopefully the next time it appears on here it will be done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="640" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3943.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-7696894705464506925?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7696894705464506925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=7696894705464506925&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7696894705464506925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7696894705464506925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/cinderella-after-in-middle.html' title='Cinderella After, in the middle'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-3122037112047760294</id><published>2011-02-08T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T16:16:43.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend with Kathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend we went to St. George because Kathy and her family can't come to our house because of the dumb dog. Stupid Mutt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day started off with Girl Scouts, we learned about animals, luckily there is a little farm across the street from the school where they meet. Yeah, that's So. Utah for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0205111210.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We left the munchkins with their dads and set off into town (no really, they&lt;i&gt; go into town&lt;/i&gt;) stopping first at Fabulous Freddy's. Driving 100 miles a day on salted roads does sad things to Kathy's car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0205111438a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0205111438.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While we waited I had nothing better to look at besides Kathy's unpainted toes and a man sporting shorts with leggings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0205111507a.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0205111507.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a stop in the ghetto, who knew St. George had one of those?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0205111422.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0205111422a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next we went to the mall. We had a ring checked for size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0205111618.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We used the bathroom, apparently it is door optional, there was also a 10 yr old boy in the women's bathroom with his mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0205111626.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the food court outside the bathroom, can you find the food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0205111627.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kathy's anniversary is this weekend so she tried on lingerie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0205111630a.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0205111630.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we both tried on bras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0205111632.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0205111633.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later that night we were sent to the store for ice cream. We also found a future &lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cake Wreck&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0205111958.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0205111954a.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Sunday Kathy finally painted her toes, and we paid attention in Sunday School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0206111231.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0206111302.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday night we had a party for Lala's hubby. There was a pinata, and everyone got a turn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0206112015.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0206112014c.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0206112014b.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0206112017.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got home late Sunday after an unexciting car trip, which was fine with me because I was seriously grouchy after a full weekend of fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-3122037112047760294?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3122037112047760294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=3122037112047760294&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/3122037112047760294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/3122037112047760294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/weekend-with-kathy.html' title='A weekend with Kathy'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-7714659196118938519</id><published>2011-02-01T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T08:31:45.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When waiting in line at the Post ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A couple of months ago I had to mail a dress, I do that most Tuesdays. Even in the busy holiday season. I really need to figure out that whole the Mail Man picks up the package deal or figure out FedEx, Sandra is in love with them. This particular Tuesday I had the girls in tow. Fred opted to stay in the car, but I had George and Jr inside with me. They had just got their new Rapunzel dolls from My Extra Kid for Christmas and they were sharing the camera and taking pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures by Jr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/1215101440.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/1215101438a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/1215101438.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/1215101437a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/1215101435a.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/1215101433.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/1215101431a.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/1215101430.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures by George&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/1215101437b.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/1215101437.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/1215101435.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/1215101432.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/1215101431.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;George kept shrieking that Jr wasn't sharing properly...yeah looks like she wasn't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last here is cruel joke played by WalMart, ElCid probably put them up to this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0124112020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0124112020.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-7714659196118938519?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7714659196118938519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=7714659196118938519&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7714659196118938519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7714659196118938519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-waiting-in-line-at-post.html' title='When waiting in line at the Post ...'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-2442960307966806486</id><published>2011-01-30T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:59:49.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Home Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Each Sunday night we sit down for a moment and spend time as a family. With work schedules and after school extra curricular activities this traditional Monday night event happens on Sunday in our house. We have a chart ElCid's oldest sister made for us and everyone has a job. Scripture, song, prayer, lesson, activity and treat. Since there are only 5 of us the person with the lesson picks the treat, they &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; picking the treat since it's the one night a week they get dessert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight the lesson was about the Ten Commandments. George picked the topic. We made a puzzle of the commandments and gave everyone 2 pieces. We put them all together and then discussed what each one meant. There was some confusion over adultery, graven images, covet, and false witness. Good topics of conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I chose the activity, we played Jenga. If you pulled a white brick you said something nice about Fred, Jr. or George. If you pulled an orange brick you said something nice about ElCid or me. They enjoyed playing and they liked hearing nice things about themselves, and saying nice things about others, although I'm not sure why being "cookoo" is nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3927.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3928.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a great time and I hope they learned something new!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-2442960307966806486?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2442960307966806486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=2442960307966806486&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/2442960307966806486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/2442960307966806486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/family-home-moment.html' title='Family Home Moment'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-8810982911189266224</id><published>2011-01-28T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:18:40.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well folderol and fiddle - dee -dee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The parts have been announced and on this the 800th post I am happy to announce Fred is going to be the Fairy Godmother in the school production of Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella! The show is May 4th &amp;amp; 5th and 11th &amp;amp; 12th at 6pm at school. To top it all off the costume designer said she could design her own dress, how's that for knowing the right people! Once she gets it drawn and the colors picked out I'll be sure to post our progress. I did say after Halloween I wouldn't be making her anymore costumes but she'll be forced to wear this one at least 4 times &amp;gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-8810982911189266224?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8810982911189266224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=8810982911189266224&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8810982911189266224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8810982911189266224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/well-folderol-and-fiddle-dee-dee.html' title='Well folderol and fiddle - dee -dee!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-7451635631032019842</id><published>2011-01-25T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T08:17:45.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens in Vegas ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...gets plastered all over the internet. Remember that for your next vacation here, and when you come, look me up, we'll hang out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that house that had the moving truck in front of it?&lt;br /&gt;Well here you go again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0120111601.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot to make sure there wasn't anything close to my iron when I turned it on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0121111350.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Friday was Bingo Night for PTSO, we ordered 43 pizzas. That is a whole trunk full!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0121111719.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0121111719a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;George won at Bingo and we stopped at WalMart on the way home to pick out a toy, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=risk+game&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0#/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_0_9?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=squinkies&amp;amp;sprefix=squinkies&amp;amp;rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Asquinkies"&gt;Squinkies&lt;/a&gt;. On the way out of the store the girls ran ahead of me, George stopped to hold the door for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0121112050.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday was Cookie Carnival for Girl Scouts. Fred (who isn't in GS) had a party so George, Jr and I went, hung out, helped out and had fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0122111421a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0122111234.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;Since we were halfway to the temple we stopped there before heading home. &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0122111453.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0122111455.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0122111455.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0122111451a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0122111451.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0122111447.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0122111446.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0122111446a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0122111447a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday night I was stressing over my Relief Society lesson, can you tell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0122112143.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I was shopping for a new phone, not really for treats, I happened upon two girls in the cosmetic section. I really wanted a picture of them from the front but no opportunity presented it's self. I went looking for shampoo and as I came back around the corner I got my chance to snap a few shots while they spray tanned in the aisle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0122112131.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0122112130.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the way to school yesterday the car in front of me had the license plate that explains my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0124110820.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0124110820.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What were you lucky enough to catch on your phone this week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-7451635631032019842?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7451635631032019842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=7451635631032019842&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7451635631032019842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7451635631032019842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-happens-in-vegas.html' title='What Happens in Vegas ...'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-7723977956101841448</id><published>2011-01-23T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:03:52.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why so happy? Because I don't have to teach again until March! I'm the 4th Sunday Relief Society Teacher and I taught today. Nobody said I sucked, but it is church, usually they don't say those kinds of things to your face...well except for that one time...but I digress. Feb. 27th is Stake Conference so I won't teach then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I taught on these &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ensign/2010/11/two-lines-of-communication?lang=eng"&gt;two&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ensign/2010/11/receive-the-holy-ghost?lang=eng"&gt;talks&lt;/a&gt;. I tried to take Kathy's advice and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;just simply&lt;/span&gt; read the talks but I failed. I did do a little bit of talking in between sections and I made them laugh (&lt;i&gt;at me&lt;/i&gt;) and I'll try it again in 2 months on these &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ensign/2010/11/courageous-parenting?lang=eng"&gt;two&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ensign/2010/11/stay-on-the-path?lang=eng"&gt;talks. &lt;/a&gt;Not that the Holy Ghost isn't a great topic and I learned a lot reading those talks 25 times, but parenting children is kind of what I'm in the middle of right now. I also interact with parents that leave something to be desired (in my opinion), so talking about teaching children and staying on the path to eternal salvation comes a tad bit more naturally to me. Besides I have 2 whole months to read them, I can have them memorized by then!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What do like or dislike about Relief Society lessons so I can make lessons easier on the 20 women that get to listen to me ramble once a month, or so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;MOM&lt;/span&gt; you can just email me your comment,&lt;br /&gt;or better yet write your own blog post about it ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-7723977956101841448?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7723977956101841448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=7723977956101841448&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7723977956101841448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/7723977956101841448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-sunday.html' title='Happy Sunday'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-2189433103554160838</id><published>2011-01-21T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T22:28:37.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every day is a great day at Henry Foss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is long and rambly, read at your own risk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A place I haven't seen in years. A place I haven't set foot in ... in ...&amp;nbsp; nearly ... 15 ..years is suddenly crowding my thoughts. &lt;a href="http://www.tacoma.k12.wa.us/Schools/hs/Pages/Foss.aspx"&gt;Henry Foss High School&lt;/a&gt; might be closed due to major budget cuts in the Tacoma School District.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone, everywhere is making hard choices. I know things are awful here in Vegas and our education system which is nearly last on all kinds of lists is trying to find ways to save money, but closing schools isn't being considered, that would be ludicrous here. Tacoma however has a very different, more stable population and closing schools is being considered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; middle school, like most people I know. I attended two middle schools one in &lt;a href="http://blms.usd458.org/"&gt;Kansas&lt;/a&gt; and one in &lt;a href="http://www.tacoma.k12.wa.us/Schools/ms/Pages/Baker.aspx"&gt;Tacoma&lt;/a&gt;. Neither one is a happy memory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;High school didn't start out much better than middle school ended. I had a few acquaintances from middle school I would eat lunch with but I soon found actual friends in choir. Susan, Annie, and Jennifer were right there everyday, and they liked strange, fat little me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took &lt;a href="http://www.ibo.org/"&gt;IB&lt;/a&gt; classes. I never took the actual tests at the end of high school, my parents didn't have the money, but I took all the classes. Because of this I spent 4 years with the same 40 (+/-) kids. We all had the same English and History classes. We all took the same level language classes. I didn't have math with them... After going through all of that (IB is seriously intense) together they were the family I chose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My German class my Senior year had 9 kids in it. One was an exchange student but the other 8 of us had spent 4 years together, we had the best time. When we had that awful sub who barely spoke English we all skipped together. Frau Bannister found it rather odd that all of us hadn't been there, so she "fixed" the attendance record after we swore we had all been together, and we had been! There was even a day that none of us wanted to do anything so we all went to Shari's together, Frau Bannister included.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foss is where I was finally accepted for just being me. I didn't have the right clothes, the right shoes, the right hair, the right family, the right address, and, well you get the idea, but the people who liked me, never cared. They still came to my birthday parties in the Bat Cave. They still took me places and best of all, they still loved me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mr. McKenna's classroom and the Little Theater Green Room will remain forever burned in my memory as the places where I nearly died of embarrassment, when my baby brother spit up all over my crush, and where my older brother told that same crush 2 years later that I had liked him for 3 years. I hope and pray that if my girls have a hopeless crush it will be on someone who is as sweet as Matt was. I now know that a lesser gentleman could have and really might have taken full advantage of me and my eternal pining but he never did and I really appreciate that. (I continued liking him right through my freshman year at college)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was laughter and happiness and chicken nuggets and french fries outside for lunch on warm days (yes there &lt;b&gt;were&lt;/b&gt; warm days). There was the Foss Family Picnic. There was choir, the musical, and dances, I made it to a few. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were M&amp;amp;M's and hugs on the bad days. My dad moved out, my parents got divorced, I was sent to the counselor for being anorexic, I had a boyfriend, I didn't have a boyfriend, I had a boyfriend again, my boyfriend really broke up with me. For sure, that time. Kathy finally made me get rid of the candy cane Milton gave me the day Ben broke up with me, he even let me wear his leather jacket that day. The candy cane was yellow, my favorite color and he gave it to me just to see me smile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was Susan, she sat right next to me in choir, for four years.We had at least half of our classes together,&amp;nbsp; for four years. We shared a locker, for four years, you can't &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; love someone after all that! She was the big sister I always needed. She kept me sane and intact. She is still an awesome friend. Each one of my girls has one of her initials in their name (ok, so that was actually an accident, but I really like that it worked out that way). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was MyZanne. She didn't come until my Sophmore year and she was an Alto in choir (you have to forgive somethings) but there was an instant connection. I would say it was love at first sight, but that's gross. I would say it was that we recognized each other from the premortal life, but that's too cheesy. Whatever it was it is the most priceless friendship I've ever had (next to ElCid of course). I miss her a lot some days. Husbands and babies and jobs have made us reorganize our priorities but she is still my best friend, she knows to much, I'd have to kill her ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obviously none of these things will change if a building more than 1,000 miles from me is closed, but it's still&amp;nbsp; sad to think that it will sit empty, and lonely on top of that hill. At the end of every morning announcement we would hear "Every day is a great day at Henry Foss" and after hearing it everyday for four long years you really start to believe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-2189433103554160838?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2189433103554160838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=2189433103554160838&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/2189433103554160838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/2189433103554160838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/every-day-is-great-day-at-henry-foss.html' title='Every day is a great day at Henry Foss'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-5032646182285653610</id><published>2011-01-20T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T11:55:14.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prince is giving a Ball!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Cinderella, after...before. Doesn't make much sense now but it will! I am terrible at remembering to take "before" pictures but I can't dive right into this project because I don't know who will play Cinderella yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="640" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3913.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The plan is to BLING this out huge!! Trim, gems, paint, glitter tulle the works! Now I have to make other ball gowns that don't look totally and completely silly next to it, that might be a problem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-5032646182285653610?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5032646182285653610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=5032646182285653610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5032646182285653610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5032646182285653610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/prince-is-giving-ball.html' title='The Prince is giving a Ball!!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-8839943227999718519</id><published>2011-01-18T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T12:25:27.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Tag Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's what's on my phone this week! Well part of it. Most of the pictures on my phone are for the Disney On Ice post. My Dad bought the girls and I &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRONT ROW SEATS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! for Christmas. They were over the moon excited and the show lived up to all the hype they had given it. They could hardly sit still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115111914.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's what else we've been up to-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fred officially got her glasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/mms_picture-2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;George was a punk at dance class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0113111710.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We rode bikes to the park.&lt;br /&gt;Jr. rode all the way there without any accidents and NO training wheels. &lt;br /&gt;They insisted we bring the dog so he rode on George's lap (she has a seat on my bike).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0117111116a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0117111116.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0117111115c.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;While we were at the park George took Mellow on a "mountain hike".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0117111115.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0117111115a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0117111115b.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This truck was more amusing in person but it had in 6 different places on the truck the label "inspector" I guess they didn't want anyone left wondering who the truck belongs to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0113111033.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all from me this week, see you next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-8839943227999718519?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8839943227999718519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=8839943227999718519&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8839943227999718519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/8839943227999718519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/phone-tag-tuesday.html' title='Phone Tag Tuesday'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-1166373420198569333</id><published>2011-01-16T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T13:33:20.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FrOnT RoW SeAtS!!! or Our trip to Disney on Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Dad has given a generous donation the last several years to me for the girls Christmas and I've used it on Disney on Ice tickets. They love this tradition and look forward to it every year. This year the postcard came for the presale&amp;nbsp; tickets available to returning customers the week he came to visit us. The girls have been dying for years to see the show up close and personal and poor Abuelo was no match for the big brown/hazel eyes and took the flyer home with him and promised to do his best to get them their front row seats. While we were in Idaho they were each given a card with a sweet personal message and ... their &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;FRONT ROW SEAT &lt;/span&gt;ticket!!! Yesterday was the big day and the seats and the show did not disappoint. Unfortunately my phone was the only camera I remembered to bring - drat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The theme for this year was Celebrations and there was an unbirthday with Alice and the Mad Hatter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115111939.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115111937a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115111932b.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115111930b.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mickey got the bright idea to clean up and we were treated to a rendition of the Sorcerer's apprentice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115111945c.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115111945b.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115111945a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115111947a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was Halloween with non other than Jack Skellington and a cast of Villains!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0115111959.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115111959.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0115111957.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115111957.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0115111956.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115111956.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115111951.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the princesses came out to share their Valentines day stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112013b.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112015a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112014a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112012a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112011b.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112009a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112008.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112007.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We welcomed spring in Japan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112050a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112050.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And had summer vacation in Hawaii with Lilo, Nani and David. David is a fire dancer and he even lit the ice on fire!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112041.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112043.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112040a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112043b.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last there was Christmas with the gang from Toy Story and it even snowed!! We even got the snow on us!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112102.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112101d.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112101c.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112101.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112104a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112105.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115112104b.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls LOVED it and can hardly stop talking about it, with full on exclamation points. I asked Fred if she would be too old to go next year and she assured me she wouldn't be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115111914-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/0115111918.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks again Abuelo and Abuelita you're the best!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-1166373420198569333?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1166373420198569333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=1166373420198569333&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1166373420198569333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1166373420198569333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/front-row-seats-or-our-trip-to-disney.html' title='FrOnT RoW SeAtS!!! or Our trip to Disney on Ice'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-343976815459644383</id><published>2011-01-15T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T10:17:00.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh, Saturday</title><content type='html'>Saturdays used to be great. I had little kids who would sleep late. Then we'd get up and stay in our pj's all day long. It was lovely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the monkeys get up early to play or watch TV. I still don't get out of bed until 9 but it's not as easy to sleep through all the "happy" noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have places to go and things to do. Birthday parties, errands, car cleaning, various undone chores, the lists just grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I love that the girls are growing up so fast but Saturdays are one time I really wish they had stayed small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-343976815459644383?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/343976815459644383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=343976815459644383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/343976815459644383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/343976815459644383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/ahhh-saturday.html' title='Ahhh, Saturday'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-5288753885390915619</id><published>2011-01-14T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T12:18:10.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An "ackally" kind of momnet</title><content type='html'>My favorite mispronunciation when the girls were little was - ackally - it is far better than the snotty actually with all the tone I get now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Fred was frantically looking for "Copper-nick-us". I was very confused and not following until exasperated she said "Copper-nick-us, my poster of the guy who said the plants go around the sun!" Laughing I directed her to the poster behind the futon. I also let her know the name is pronounced Co-pern-a-kiss and if an oral presentation was part of the project she should say it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know that even as she gets bigger we'll still have ackally kind of moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-5288753885390915619?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5288753885390915619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=5288753885390915619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5288753885390915619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5288753885390915619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/ackally-kind-of-momnet.html' title='An &quot;ackally&quot; kind of momnet'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-1258085275980071889</id><published>2011-01-13T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T12:45:28.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She can SEEEEEE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fred has always loved glasses. She has had a pair of fake glasses for several years that ECid found her at Claire's. She started saying things were fuzzy far away late last summer but I wasn't sure if she was serious so I put her off and off and off. You know one of those, I'm a great mommy tactics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the start of the school year she complained that the board was fuzzy so I told her I'd get her an appointment, 3 months later on a day that she was home sick I had her look up the Dr. online and I called. Not just for the fuzzy factor but because her pupils are often 2 different sizes and it concerned me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Friday we went to the Dr. (a guy in our ward that I do community theater with as well) and she had a great time during the exam (no really, she did) and then an even better time picking out her glasses. Her left eye is -1.75 and her right is -2.25. Huh, I guess all that complaining was real.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here she was this afternoon, ecstatic with her new glasses, and oh yeah she can seeee!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/mms_picture-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remembered getting my glasses and being super excited that I could see the leaves on trees. All the way to Border's she kept pointing things out that she could see, it was very cute. I bought her a few books to read with her new glasses and she is happy as a clam, especially since Jr and George can't wear these glasses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-1258085275980071889?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1258085275980071889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=1258085275980071889&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1258085275980071889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1258085275980071889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/she-can-seeeeee.html' title='She can SEEEEEE!!!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-4433634545956239149</id><published>2011-01-12T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T12:46:29.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonald's night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight was McDonald's night at school and it was as usual a lot of chaos, noise, and fun! The kids love to see their teachers and they love to play with tons of friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;George and K&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3878.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mrs. Church and George &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3893.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Buffalo accidentally got and ice cream cone with his order, Fred happily accepted it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3884.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mrs. Buffalo, would you like fries with that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3875.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jr. and her picture, next to her with the orange McDonald's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_38742.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;George and her picture, above her with the orange Ronald&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_38732.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a great time and can't wait to do it again next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-4433634545956239149?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4433634545956239149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=4433634545956239149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/4433634545956239149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/4433634545956239149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/mcdonalds-night.html' title='McDonald&apos;s night'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-1615734758616312929</id><published>2011-01-11T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T12:47:23.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1-11-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;George with her wrecked graham cracker house, she didn't care, it was easier to eat that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="140" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/mms_picture_6-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My husband worries about my plugs catching my house on fire, so I replaced it with a power strip instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/mms_picture_5-1.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/mms_picture_4-1.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A set from the Nutcracker, it was near the end and my attention span was waning so I kept hearing "Ca-li-for-nia- gurls..." run through my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/mms_picture_2-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls watch a lot of Mythbusters, this was one experiment they took on themselves. You mesh 2 phone books together one page at a time, then try to pull them apart. It worked and they were hard to get apart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/mms_picture-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/mms_picture_3-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mms_picture-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, please park your enormous U-Haul in the middle of the street, no I didn't want to see the car that would run me over before it hit me, thanks. This house BTW is always having someone move in or out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="140" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/mms_picture_7.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That same intersection featured last Tuesday, the very next day. That's Vegas weather for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/mms_picture_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/mms_picture_5.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something my brother left in my coat pocket, I'm wondering what he's willing to do to get it back. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/mms_picture_4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...1...or 2...3 ...or 4... 1 ... or 2...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/mms_picture_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not the glasses she picked, but very similar to the kind she will be getting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her cool "My eyes have been dilated" sunglasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/mms_picture_2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/mms_picture.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all from me, what's on your phone??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-1615734758616312929?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1615734758616312929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=1615734758616312929&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1615734758616312929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1615734758616312929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-11-11.html' title='1-11-11'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-5860040150588848227</id><published>2011-01-07T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T12:49:11.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday ElCid - Picture Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As tradition states the girl "frosted" ElCid's cheesecake with cherries and whip topping. They've been frosting his cake for about 8 years, you'd think there would be less licking and dipping of the knives and spoons, you'd be wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3848.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3849.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's so old he fell asleep in the computer chair!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe it was because he was up and gone to work by 6:30. It's a toss up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3862.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ElCid got socks, underwear and a 20 GB hard drive for his XBOX so HALO Reach would save properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3852.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3858.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3853.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3850.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we all had cake Fred, who is &lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt;, decided to stick her hands on top of the cake to get some whip topping, then she mooshed it around, and licked it off. No really. &lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3863.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3865.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As you can tell, he also shaved for the happy occasion. I was very sad. I still am. I really liked it. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-5860040150588848227?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5860040150588848227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=5860040150588848227&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5860040150588848227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5860040150588848227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-elcid-picture-version.html' title='Happy Birthday ElCid - Picture Version'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-5229180425092775313</id><published>2011-01-05T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T12:50:08.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;George puked from Vegas to Reno, luckily she slept from Reno to Boise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSSbtWOGE5I/AAAAAAAAG6Q/JIW3ZnzhfEo/s1600/IMG_3778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSSbtWOGE5I/AAAAAAAAG6Q/JIW3ZnzhfEo/s200/IMG_3778.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jr read the safety card after each take off, there were 3, from cover to cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSSb0RvegMI/AAAAAAAAG6U/5OzPBnXjoxI/s1600/IMG_3779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSSb0RvegMI/AAAAAAAAG6U/5OzPBnXjoxI/s200/IMG_3779.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fred and ElCid chillin' in the row in front of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSSb6gb9bRI/AAAAAAAAG6Y/8pQGWSlxujs/s1600/IMG_3781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSSb6gb9bRI/AAAAAAAAG6Y/8pQGWSlxujs/s200/IMG_3781.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSScBWO5dnI/AAAAAAAAG6c/EO5vSU5JarA/s1600/IMG_3782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSScBWO5dnI/AAAAAAAAG6c/EO5vSU5JarA/s200/IMG_3782.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grammy's backyard had a playground! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSScHOUyruI/AAAAAAAAG6g/pezyEFzatJU/s1600/IMG_3783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSScHOUyruI/AAAAAAAAG6g/pezyEFzatJU/s200/IMG_3783.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Matey man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSScOHoQ3wI/AAAAAAAAG6k/vsLy3UHbnoE/s1600/IMG_3784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSScOHoQ3wI/AAAAAAAAG6k/vsLy3UHbnoE/s200/IMG_3784.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSScVH1RWtI/AAAAAAAAG6o/Q8fPUIEwnxM/s1600/IMG_3785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSScVH1RWtI/AAAAAAAAG6o/Q8fPUIEwnxM/s200/IMG_3785.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSScr4lVP3I/AAAAAAAAG60/gnoM_cscD2k/s200/IMG_3791.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSScyTIV8RI/AAAAAAAAG64/nRtQ-tV7YPk/s1600/IMG_3792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSScyTIV8RI/AAAAAAAAG64/nRtQ-tV7YPk/s200/IMG_3792.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Matey and Wil playing horsie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSSc6B6ijWI/AAAAAAAAG68/NbVsUCDslxw/s1600/IMG_3794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSSc6B6ijWI/AAAAAAAAG68/NbVsUCDslxw/s200/IMG_3794.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I got a haircut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSSdZIkejLI/AAAAAAAAG7M/imQMx69uXQU/s200/IMG_3802.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jr. got a hair cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3805.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3806.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fred got the back of her hair trimmed a little bit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3807.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matey and George having a blast in the tub :)&lt;br /&gt;Wil and all the munchkins, my kids look a bit like her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3809.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="150" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af356/onceuponacostume/IMG_3808.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-5229180425092775313?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5229180425092775313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=5229180425092775313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5229180425092775313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5229180425092775313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/george-puked-from-vegas-to-reno-luckily.html' title='Picture Page'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSSbtWOGE5I/AAAAAAAAG6Q/JIW3ZnzhfEo/s72-c/IMG_3778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-6215907702455719461</id><published>2011-01-04T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T13:27:42.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>36 Reasons Why I Have the Best Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ElCid is very much my old man, he's 36 today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is my other half. I know it's cheesy and trite but we became grown ups together. He loves me despite all of my bad habits, random behaviors, and odd family. He works a million hours at a boring job so that we can keep our house, eat on a daily basis and pay our bills. He plays with the girls even when he's tired and the games don't go quite the way the rules say they ought to. He takes care of us and the Elder's Quorum and doesn't complain about it, I complain way more than he ever does. He is building a CAR. I was (and still am every once in a while) very skeptical, but he's doing it and he's doing a great job. I'm looking forward to a trip to CPE in San Diego this summer in his sporty "new" car.&amp;nbsp; He gets me drinks of water in the middle of the night because I'm still afraid of what's in the dark. He always woke up when our babies woke up and usually before I did. He fed babies bottles and changed diapers. He takes me on trips to ball games when he knows I won't watch the game because Harry Potter #7 came out the day before and I will just read it the entire game but he knows I don't want to be left home either. He lets me pick silly chick flicks and watches them with me. He calls me to come see important things on his video games.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This isn't 36 reasons. There are thousands of other reasons why I love my handsome man but they don't make much sense when I write them down. I am very grateful that I found him under that rock (his words, not mine) and pulled him out and put dibs on him before anyone else could. I know things could have turned out much different with out whirlwind romance and it's amazing that we are living happily ever after.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday ElCid! I love you Forever and Always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-6215907702455719461?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6215907702455719461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=6215907702455719461&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/6215907702455719461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/6215907702455719461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/36-reasons-why-i-have-best-husband.html' title='36 Reasons Why I Have the Best Husband'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-1587247824793661723</id><published>2011-01-04T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T12:24:52.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Tuesday! It's cold outside edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The weather on the way to school yesterday morning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_kVDLdvI/AAAAAAAAG5Y/34cpzbexUJM/s1600/mms_picture_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_kVDLdvI/AAAAAAAAG5Y/34cpzbexUJM/s200/mms_picture_3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_j0M8-OI/AAAAAAAAG5U/L9kk_8TlYq8/s1600/mms_picture_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_j0M8-OI/AAAAAAAAG5U/L9kk_8TlYq8/s200/mms_picture_2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_ihpMNuI/AAAAAAAAG5Q/taJpM7_yUpI/s1600/mms_picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_ihpMNuI/AAAAAAAAG5Q/taJpM7_yUpI/s200/mms_picture.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~ Pictures from our trip to my mom's house ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A picture I was going to send Jessica with a Happy New Year greeting but got distracted before I did... My Mom and Baby Brother lived near people with Peacocks so they have tons of feathers all over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_kt2od8I/AAAAAAAAG5c/VXZz99KOjAA/s1600/mms_picture_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_kt2od8I/AAAAAAAAG5c/VXZz99KOjAA/s1600/mms_picture_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My Mom's house is cold and not just because she lives in Boise, and it was 20 and below when we were there. Her house is cold because she keeps it that way, always has in fact. When I was in high school my friends called my house the Bat Cave, no joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_kxnZK-I/AAAAAAAAG5g/i3nnSkrImHE/s1600/mms_picture_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_kxnZK-I/AAAAAAAAG5g/i3nnSkrImHE/s1600/mms_picture_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Matey and his favorite bracelet, he was very upset every time we took it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_mpCN4jI/AAAAAAAAG5k/bHzZzJLV93s/s1600/mms_picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_mpCN4jI/AAAAAAAAG5k/bHzZzJLV93s/s200/mms_picture.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;George playing Bejeweled, the headphones are so she can hear the "music"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_n7H5MqI/AAAAAAAAG5o/j1fOcwlG8-k/s1600/mms_picture_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_n7H5MqI/AAAAAAAAG5o/j1fOcwlG8-k/s200/mms_picture_2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Apparently rapt attention while watching TV is a family trait &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_ofl7KVI/AAAAAAAAG5s/q_iHC90jjPo/s1600/mms_picture_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_ofl7KVI/AAAAAAAAG5s/q_iHC90jjPo/s200/mms_picture_3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jr's hair cut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_o7Y9OoI/AAAAAAAAG5w/d_zonb4u1-s/s1600/mms_picture_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_o7Y9OoI/AAAAAAAAG5w/d_zonb4u1-s/s200/mms_picture_4.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This creepy thing Nan has in her car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_pcvK1QI/AAAAAAAAG50/dGR96CIPyns/s1600/mms_picture_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_pcvK1QI/AAAAAAAAG50/dGR96CIPyns/s200/mms_picture_5.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Drox teaching George how to fly fish, something every girl needs to know before they are 6 &amp;amp; 1/2... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSLBuYz3HnI/AAAAAAAAG58/atn_bqmd_1c/s1600/mms_picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSLBuYz3HnI/AAAAAAAAG58/atn_bqmd_1c/s200/mms_picture.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The girls entertaining themselves with the ice on the bush while we waited for lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSLBvSqoNOI/AAAAAAAAG6A/Ud7o1Uoe8ao/s1600/mms_picture_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSLBvSqoNOI/AAAAAAAAG6A/Ud7o1Uoe8ao/s200/mms_picture_2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Drox before he attempted the Big Judd's challenge, Matey also attempting a piece of a Big Judd Burger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_prmUBWI/AAAAAAAAG54/_UFpP4Q1How/s1600/mms_picture_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_prmUBWI/AAAAAAAAG54/_UFpP4Q1How/s1600/mms_picture_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSLBv0xcVII/AAAAAAAAG6E/ZkGmWnqrYEE/s1600/mms_picture_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSLBv0xcVII/AAAAAAAAG6E/ZkGmWnqrYEE/s1600/mms_picture_3.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I actually have more pictures to share but I'll save them for another week, they just don't fit the theme here ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-1587247824793661723?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1587247824793661723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=1587247824793661723&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1587247824793661723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/1587247824793661723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-for-tuesday-its-cold-outside.html' title='Time for Tuesday! It&apos;s cold outside edition'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSK_kVDLdvI/AAAAAAAAG5Y/34cpzbexUJM/s72-c/mms_picture_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-5579612668614162166</id><published>2011-01-03T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:17:20.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it SNOW!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At 7:30 the alarm went off, at 7:38 no one was out of bed and then the phone rang ( &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; you are &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; allowed to call me at that time of day Mom) it was My Extra Kid's Mom calling to ask if it was snowing at my house too. I actually hadn't seen out a window yet and when I peeked and said yep there is snow, 4 little voices piped up Snow! Snow! Snow! Suddenly everyone was up and dressed and ready to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jr was upset it was snowing 3 days "late" apparently snow should come in Dec. not Jan. (Fred went into a lecture about how winter doesn't really start until Dec. 21st so Jan was actually more appropriate timing for snow) Fred was incredibly put out that her thin hoodie tee wasn't going to cut it as a jacket. My Extra Kid found out snow in the eye is a little bit painful and George dirtied several pairs of shoes making snow prints!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSJ8of6j80I/AAAAAAAAG4Y/WRzFuSKSUQI/s1600/IMG_3814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSJ8of6j80I/AAAAAAAAG4Y/WRzFuSKSUQI/s200/IMG_3814.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSJ8zmcAsSI/AAAAAAAAG4c/_biXAlWMNwY/s1600/IMG_3815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSJ8zmcAsSI/AAAAAAAAG4c/_biXAlWMNwY/s200/IMG_3815.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSJ89Wq18vI/AAAAAAAAG4g/qc3yUCIXtGo/s1600/IMG_3817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSJ-dKRxMKI/AAAAAAAAG5E/iITA5cPSuDg/s200/IMG_3834.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSJ-oDDvvCI/AAAAAAAAG5I/HOk57b-CyTU/s1600/IMG_3836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSJ-oDDvvCI/AAAAAAAAG5I/HOk57b-CyTU/s200/IMG_3836.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mellow wasn't pleased with any of it and got in trouble for using the pile of dead leaves on the porch as a makeshift potty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSJ-xSoVgHI/AAAAAAAAG5M/ygybYx6gaeI/s1600/IMG_3838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSJ-xSoVgHI/AAAAAAAAG5M/ygybYx6gaeI/s200/IMG_3838.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;There was still school (it never stuck to the roads, but you can never be sure in Vegas) and oddly enough 3.67 miles slightly northwest of us there was less snow than at home.&amp;nbsp; It melted before 9:30 and it's been clear the rest of the day. Too bad there can't be snow every morning, I'd never have to pull them out of bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-5579612668614162166?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5579612668614162166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=5579612668614162166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5579612668614162166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/5579612668614162166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it SNOW!?!?!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/TSJ8of6j80I/AAAAAAAAG4Y/WRzFuSKSUQI/s72-c/IMG_3814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683406532304190954.post-9105467468416443767</id><published>2011-01-01T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:27:23.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>We had fun in Idaho - YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was no puking on the plane - YAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We made it home safe - YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our car and house are fine - YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The stupid dog is still alive, for now - eh, ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Church at 9 am - ugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School on Monday - YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to work on Monday - bleh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Looks like 2011 is going to be&lt;br /&gt;about the same as 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683406532304190954-9105467468416443767?l=elcidandgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9105467468416443767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683406532304190954&amp;postID=9105467468416443767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/9105467468416443767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683406532304190954/posts/default/9105467468416443767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcidandgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Valinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596370289175352615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdEBuDb_w6Q/SMnR3xWSBLI/AAAAAAAAB1U/sRRwiklHFOY/S220/us+in+may+07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
