tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38171949281240719392024-03-13T01:04:48.417-06:00Life with the AndersonSam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.comBlogger161125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-91085267831100146792022-05-27T14:10:00.000-06:002022-05-27T14:10:02.339-06:00What is My Cellphone Use Teaching my Kids?<div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-bG4m5wqYQPKdWof6h8aRNZIjqPjgKS6wD3P8y8uqpKuKFp7CjGFD_bMOfW4AbCtYJ9LPqyO3e5qU7i0Jdek_4oYxy-Kx-9ttwhSIEgmYs27YJ-KJ7-7UrYYAOq0rj_NB5pdo8d1rB01z0ug2mSpjbu9YwzWhvaiHwQ4T8qg9H4d8_zfIOtMBUe28/s640/pokemon-g88a0b862f_640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="640" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-bG4m5wqYQPKdWof6h8aRNZIjqPjgKS6wD3P8y8uqpKuKFp7CjGFD_bMOfW4AbCtYJ9LPqyO3e5qU7i0Jdek_4oYxy-Kx-9ttwhSIEgmYs27YJ-KJ7-7UrYYAOq0rj_NB5pdo8d1rB01z0ug2mSpjbu9YwzWhvaiHwQ4T8qg9H4d8_zfIOtMBUe28/s320/pokemon-g88a0b862f_640.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Image by https://pixabay.com/users/natureaddict-818961/</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="background-color: white; color: #2b2b2b; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #2b2b2b; font-family: arial;">We all know that kids can be overly attached to their phones. I've heard many, many, parents with a teenager who has a cellphone complained about how they are always on their phone. So what can you do about it? </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #2b2b2b; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I want to start this off with one simple question that made me really stop and think...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Am <u><i>I</i></u> the master of, not the servant to <u><i>my</i></u> phone?</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFSCsLZAAB9Y-pSoA8XH8QjZI8SSiQmjcnlJAgoXKWe7Sphbw2pBpao7KzILs0twulQk5OfgDeEozzXrxTXK740_X1-hCb9Gom0cPv7ATtT8jLkaJhLWFZ_zaGNAW6ww1PnLB3z_-QIxd5lTVzIOWIBd-LhzXNqrVZauuRl85tkWiTKxrmBuSPtSfu/s1080/thinking.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFSCsLZAAB9Y-pSoA8XH8QjZI8SSiQmjcnlJAgoXKWe7Sphbw2pBpao7KzILs0twulQk5OfgDeEozzXrxTXK740_X1-hCb9Gom0cPv7ATtT8jLkaJhLWFZ_zaGNAW6ww1PnLB3z_-QIxd5lTVzIOWIBd-LhzXNqrVZauuRl85tkWiTKxrmBuSPtSfu/s320/thinking.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">I recently read the article <a href="https://www.familytoday.com/family/do-you-need-to-de-vice-your-parenting-here-are-5-ways-to-get-started/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">"</a></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #2b2b2b; font-family: arial; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.familytoday.com/family/do-you-need-to-de-vice-your-parenting-here-are-5-ways-to-get-started/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Do You Need to ‘De-Vice’ Your Parenting? Here Are 5 Ways to Get Started"</a> by Tim Rarick from FamilyToday.com. In it, he stresses the need for parents to "</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #2b2b2b;"><span style="font-family: arial;">put on the metaphorical oxygen masks first before they put them on their children," in regards to cellphone use. As I've talked about in my last two posts, kids often learn their behaviors from their parents. This also applies to their cellphone use. </span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #2b2b2b;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b2b2b; font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: white;">So the question to you and to me is: What is my cellphone use teaching my kids?</span></span></h2><div><span style="font-family: arial;">We've all done things we reprimand our kids for. Hushed our kids when we are on a call. Used a phone to pacify boredom. Scrolled through Facebook or youtube mindlessly. Played a game just to zone out and destress for a little bit. Are these things innately bad? Not always, however, we need to be mindful of how our individual cellphone use is affecting our ability to parent. How it is affecting our well-being and how it affects our other relationships. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">In the article Rarick asks each parent to ask themselves 5 questions and to answer them honestly:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEMkx0vqMwOni8o0frsP8MCOfZtbDg7v7nd4tHZQ3V8ebBsH9mDCvgyt65bYTLRZKjVbXuxfg6emUQ0aoAHWMg4k6ngNAjeMs4ZgQyk0LtV0Akurrd-kSaVquoxbmhOOzpxximbm3JVy8HCFo-S0dFy2V0fQ3kdi9VY0A4wxSQWKZPjNvM2FkqOifP/s1080/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEMkx0vqMwOni8o0frsP8MCOfZtbDg7v7nd4tHZQ3V8ebBsH9mDCvgyt65bYTLRZKjVbXuxfg6emUQ0aoAHWMg4k6ngNAjeMs4ZgQyk0LtV0Akurrd-kSaVquoxbmhOOzpxximbm3JVy8HCFo-S0dFy2V0fQ3kdi9VY0A4wxSQWKZPjNvM2FkqOifP/s320/2.png" width="320" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #2b2b2b; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> <b> </b></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #2b2b2b; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>1. How often do you use your phone to deal with feelings of stress, boredom, or inadequacy? In other words, how often do you "phone-medicate"?</b></span></div><h2 style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #2b2b2b; line-height: 1.1; margin-bottom: 12.5px; margin-top: 16px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span> </span>2. Do you know how often you look at your phone and is it intentional? In other words, do you personally screen </span><em style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">your </em><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">screen time?"</span></h2><h2 style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #2b2b2b; line-height: 1.1; margin-bottom: 12.5px; margin-top: 16px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span> </span>3. Do you find being with your children less interesting and exciting than checking Facebook and seeing that red notification indicator? In other words, are you disconnecting from family for artificial connection?</span></h2><h2 style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #2b2b2b; line-height: 1.1; margin-bottom: 12.5px; margin-top: 16px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span> </span>4. Are people always put before machines at family dinner? In other words, did you know what your kids really want and need at dinner is your attention?</span></h2><h2 style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #2b2b2b; line-height: 1.1; margin-bottom: 12.5px; margin-top: 16px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> 5. Have you ever noticed your parenting skills decrease as your phone usage increases? In other words, did you know your parenting will be more inconsistent and slapdash the more you use your phone?</span></h2></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Now the key is to answer these honestly. Are there areas you need to work on? I know I can answer yes to some of these. I also know I'm good at not doing other things on this list. The truth is that we all are a work in progress, and this cellphone use is part of our daily lives. </span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT7eIw89P8hE3qQF0PcVv0ViZN0HvMoGJG5nndxG753DvgE9n1YfsYZwMVPF6hWsMD_qaFC-9Ba6KSeEiee7_TBY8N4kXJBSCLudfCGpG7GIbydzjqrKNjByQ0JogVOy1oZLmy3uNUnmJpyBCZWSOm5BIBWLXEi4Iq-FAQaQe4cA5zjQLcgLF9m51h/s1080/4.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT7eIw89P8hE3qQF0PcVv0ViZN0HvMoGJG5nndxG753DvgE9n1YfsYZwMVPF6hWsMD_qaFC-9Ba6KSeEiee7_TBY8N4kXJBSCLudfCGpG7GIbydzjqrKNjByQ0JogVOy1oZLmy3uNUnmJpyBCZWSOm5BIBWLXEi4Iq-FAQaQe4cA5zjQLcgLF9m51h/s320/4.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">The key is being the Master of your phone and not letting it rule over you. You can do this with simple things like choosing to not look at your cell phone immediately when you wake up, instead, go to the bathroom, wash your face, do an exercise, or make your bed. Do something before you pull out your phone. </span></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Set limits for your cellphone use</span></h3><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Set cell phone-free times. Like at dinner, while watching a movie, 1 hour before bed. These are rules we often set for our kids because we find value in them. Why not for ourselves? </span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirbJb284TeSfQDNBqX1pT-REZprbVdhBjBZX7Iec-b7M_brZu8IdTB6FmYqkFt8jaTcxZSV9ajKWbTsivt6omOVUwM7YjYY0c42TirNzLocxuqB3_EmNEs-QthssV5lVftWyX_HcsAqK_ARLtSxFlXZMWhS0urpTbryUMiKkc1NJkL4EC3M2K6mYf-/s1080/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirbJb284TeSfQDNBqX1pT-REZprbVdhBjBZX7Iec-b7M_brZu8IdTB6FmYqkFt8jaTcxZSV9ajKWbTsivt6omOVUwM7YjYY0c42TirNzLocxuqB3_EmNEs-QthssV5lVftWyX_HcsAqK_ARLtSxFlXZMWhS0urpTbryUMiKkc1NJkL4EC3M2K6mYf-/s320/1.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Be Mindful</span></h3><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVEU4kqLHmuJBdy5UIJGlgT_oZUlEFrRVeZ70CuG0nIq03Qn4POwJPg6lbe4_K8pQ3GN-MVbRLrXiRrFEVc5dhXSA2UwZI9kcVmL6GRRralMLGIkaOVytpAYAVtiCA7Qv5iNV6X8NORo1njW7RDvlo0hkfMgfYD64bvjCrUqnar8vwnVFaSnKt3ToK/s1080/6.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVEU4kqLHmuJBdy5UIJGlgT_oZUlEFrRVeZ70CuG0nIq03Qn4POwJPg6lbe4_K8pQ3GN-MVbRLrXiRrFEVc5dhXSA2UwZI9kcVmL6GRRralMLGIkaOVytpAYAVtiCA7Qv5iNV6X8NORo1njW7RDvlo0hkfMgfYD64bvjCrUqnar8vwnVFaSnKt3ToK/s320/6.png" width="320" /></a></div>Learn to recognize when you are using your cellphone as a way to handle another emotion. Are you bored, maybe instead of playing a game on your phone you can play one as a family or with one of your kids? Are you stressed? Try going for a walk. The point is to find other more healthy ways to deal with those emotions. </span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Be Patient</span></h3><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Understand that it is going to take time. Be patient with yourself, but stay consistent as you work on setting boundaries and using your cellphone mindfully with intent. As you set and display healthy boundaries with your cellphone use, your kids will learn from your example. Your relationship with them will improve and you will find more ways to interact with them because you will be more actively looking for them.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmfTub8sEXE-jkBSp3Zew78apmXyYm9Bxj-diVHrIGx7gP_8DScrQtkhKoQg6wwp4leDqGGOi_x-zSNte7QDAyh23uV-XBenWDhRi1cg5RTzsfZlGO3Bl1DTKVoFzYHbZti9UQH5e40Z-_k8WADclvJw_e3AYOU6I4E_XPpbSs_CuKCs8HXeUP6Iom/s1080/5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmfTub8sEXE-jkBSp3Zew78apmXyYm9Bxj-diVHrIGx7gP_8DScrQtkhKoQg6wwp4leDqGGOi_x-zSNte7QDAyh23uV-XBenWDhRi1cg5RTzsfZlGO3Bl1DTKVoFzYHbZti9UQH5e40Z-_k8WADclvJw_e3AYOU6I4E_XPpbSs_CuKCs8HXeUP6Iom/s320/5.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">A cellphone is a tool, a very good tool we don't know how we lived without, but one that should not rule or dictate what we do and when we do it. As we come to understand how we use our phones we will be </span><span style="font-family: arial;">able to </span><span style="font-family: arial;">set proper boundaries and</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> become masters of our cellphones and build healthier family habits. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">References:</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b>Rarick, Tim.</b> (2016) Do you Need to De-vice your Parenting? Here are 5 ways to get started. </span></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">https://www.familytoday.com/family/do-you-need-to-de-vice-your-parenting-here-are-5-ways-to-get-started/</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Sam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-74577291283151186012022-05-27T12:08:00.005-06:002022-05-27T12:08:56.989-06:00Are we teaching our kids to be Self Reliant?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Lato Extended", Lato, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;">I think as parents we want our kids to learn to do things correctly and act a certain way, but we aren't always willing to let them fail in order to do it. We as parents have to go through that progression (perhaps that's why we don't want them to have to), why wouldn't we realize our children have to do the same thing. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Lato Extended", Lato, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/z8MylQ_VPUI" width="320" youtube-src-id="z8MylQ_VPUI"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato Extended, Lato, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato Extended, Lato, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">As a mom I want my kids to be self-reliant. I want them to be able to do things on their own, be confident and be able to figure things out for themselves. But am I parenting in a way that promotes that? Am I letting them become who they can be or am I stopping their progression by trying to get them to do it my way? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato Extended, Lato, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><h3 style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato Extended, Lato, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Parable of the Mop</span></h3><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGfgbXWFQOlGLSmY-rmU0_zcHEN-x9eYN-bE0ytapqfHkbnrJnU5BLU-k-yZw2rQPTiIKa1ZSxyzmtXnEVS2DzuSutye98Vr-SmgxFp8ZdKB2i46oX8oLXr5iIFujmWjJfpd8R3qpRalv98CSOVYT8Pog7BoPST9IC4YnKrJKMBUEsS-C58rzhKO1R/s640/cleaning-gf8e83fc0d_640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="426" data-original-width="640" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGfgbXWFQOlGLSmY-rmU0_zcHEN-x9eYN-bE0ytapqfHkbnrJnU5BLU-k-yZw2rQPTiIKa1ZSxyzmtXnEVS2DzuSutye98Vr-SmgxFp8ZdKB2i46oX8oLXr5iIFujmWjJfpd8R3qpRalv98CSOVYT8Pog7BoPST9IC4YnKrJKMBUEsS-C58rzhKO1R/s320/cleaning-gf8e83fc0d_640.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Lato Extended, Lato, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato Extended, Lato, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato Extended, Lato, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Example:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato Extended, Lato, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"> I wanted my kids to start helping with the household chores so, we started having them help with different tasks like sweeping, mopping, doing the dishes, and vacuuming. In the teaching stage, I showed them how to use the tools for cleaning properly. Then, told them they were now in charge of their area and that job. I went about doing other chores and when I came back, well the job wasn't done how I would have liked it. Instead of being like this father and thanking them for the work they had done and letting them own their job, I proceeded to say, disappointedly I might add, that they weren't done and pointed out all the things they had missed and then cleaned the floor over myself.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato Extended, Lato, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji_JeCIKfdK1dFfVng6UEsCEg9x2IWAdW5_r_l8PJYJWBVEU1xpsruC1oam62olsubtySZAITU4eW73S-s7bzzcDkOnPFj7r9T7Q8M7XdAfllTtyoVlUO04KaizsSH5g6y0pBXByxp56d2kpsR4Gtd5Mcv2r8KcZTwysnV_KQTTN6YIBZ-IKWy9Mta/s640/frustrated-g3d13025ef_640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="640" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji_JeCIKfdK1dFfVng6UEsCEg9x2IWAdW5_r_l8PJYJWBVEU1xpsruC1oam62olsubtySZAITU4eW73S-s7bzzcDkOnPFj7r9T7Q8M7XdAfllTtyoVlUO04KaizsSH5g6y0pBXByxp56d2kpsR4Gtd5Mcv2r8KcZTwysnV_KQTTN6YIBZ-IKWy9Mta/s320/frustrated-g3d13025ef_640.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Lato Extended, Lato, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato Extended, Lato, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato Extended, Lato, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">My wise husband pulled me aside and helped me realize that that wasn't helping, and if I wanted them to learn how to do the chores they needed to learn for themselves. After that, I tried to let them do it on their own. When they learned how to clean their bathroom, it was much more like the video of the boy and the lawn. I gave them full ownership. I cleaned it once with them so they understood what needed to be done answered any questions and then handed it over. (It's easier for me because I don't use that bathroom, so it might be cheating a little, but baby steps right)<br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato Extended, Lato, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato Extended, Lato, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">The first while it was good. They did a good job when Saturday came around working together to get their bathroom clean. Then after a few months, things started to slip. I knew things weren't getting done that should have been, but I let it go. I did remind them every Saturday that they needed to clean their bathroom, but I didn't check it, nothing. Then came the day that Grandma and Grandad were coming. The kid's bathroom is also the guest bathroom that my parents use when they stay with us. The kids were so excited to have their grandparents coming to stay. As we were getting ready for them to arrive I reminded the kids that Grandma and Grandpa would be using their bathroom. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato Extended, Lato, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1e9uuzlJuarBD0XQXKCEXwZeR4EmlT9p3gMZ27RH7GuUPShS0qlIrJtTxsVI17u0Wn-yS1Yv4IyYH1hNIUcLqzgiRpvBVjtLBt7LsY8uuZ0I9rOkcVCPGyxM5EldSKxbuNgTrOwxupCM7UeUZ_s1xGBigMFycnwtVDCxlmBvzbOu7XD0RXZhyjTjl/s1080/homework%20big%20eyes.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1e9uuzlJuarBD0XQXKCEXwZeR4EmlT9p3gMZ27RH7GuUPShS0qlIrJtTxsVI17u0Wn-yS1Yv4IyYH1hNIUcLqzgiRpvBVjtLBt7LsY8uuZ0I9rOkcVCPGyxM5EldSKxbuNgTrOwxupCM7UeUZ_s1xGBigMFycnwtVDCxlmBvzbOu7XD0RXZhyjTjl/s320/homework%20big%20eyes.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Lato Extended, Lato, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato Extended, Lato, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato Extended, Lato, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Both got kind of quiet and looked at each other with that "oh crap" face. I asked them if they needed to go get the bathroom ready and they again looked like deer in headlights. Then I smiled and asked if they would like my help. The relief showed on their faces. I knew they understood they hadn't done the job they were charged with, but they also understood that I was still willing to help them. We quickly got to work, my eyes may have had that deer in headlights look a few times while we cleaned, but the lesson it taught them was well worth it. I don't worry about their bathroom anymore, that doesn't mean it always stays clean either, however they understand and take ownership of that part of their duty. They take pride in their work and understand that it's not always going to be easy or fun but that it is their job to make sure it is good. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Teaching our kids how to correctly deal with failure and to understand that failing is just a step in the progression is a lifelong lesson that helps them have a positive mindset and outlook on life. Kids who learn to deal with and overcome failure are strong and creative. They know that though they might not do it right today they can figure out how to do it right tomorrow. That is what I want for my kids, the courage to overcome any obstacle they face and to know that I am there to help them if they need it. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">References:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Stephen Covey. (2017) </span><span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #030303; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People GREEN AND CLEAN, </span><span style="color: #030303; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z8MylQ_VPUI&t=9s</span></span></div>Sam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-91649954756915884522022-05-26T16:37:00.004-06:002022-05-27T10:36:18.140-06:00Overcoming King Triton Syndrome<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzc1g0Ls9swh7_nJ8U0b33H3dCMZtphsz0JKL9nbdeZZYWzq9-gwxe-4eW_LEeFXJDHJEXqfV94yQ8uKzP99A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">(</span><b style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">Clements, R., & Musker, J.</b><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"> </span><b style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">(1989).</b><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"> The Little Mermaid. Buena Vista Pictures.)</span></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In the last year, my oldest became a teenager. And let me tell you, I have been wishing there was a manual to guide me through it. Mood swings that come with puberty, the changes in attitude, being interested in relationships, and understanding his body. </span><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial;">It has been confusing, frustrating, wonderful, incredible, and incredibly hard at times. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxDRbipNgqYVJf6njd5DlG-pL4vJMKpzEb1aL4bFde5IWL6do8JxDcWI1cOEXT_jEj6JABrRWTSikKjCGl3ctBBxg8zezlPGvex1S7d-sEu1vbz_DK6u_uy2yC8hvrv0cOIpcF8mcYQZT19_zTCk8EDbQzj4-iSD6dvmqd-DjpT6iqe54qa_Y-VNw0/s3052/DSC02154-02.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2272" data-original-width="3052" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxDRbipNgqYVJf6njd5DlG-pL4vJMKpzEb1aL4bFde5IWL6do8JxDcWI1cOEXT_jEj6JABrRWTSikKjCGl3ctBBxg8zezlPGvex1S7d-sEu1vbz_DK6u_uy2yC8hvrv0cOIpcF8mcYQZT19_zTCk8EDbQzj4-iSD6dvmqd-DjpT6iqe54qa_Y-VNw0/s320/DSC02154-02.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><u>Our most frustrating challenge</u></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><u> has been getting him to do his homework.</u> I don't know how many talks we've had about effort. We've tried everything, incentives, taking away electronics, folders.... everything we could think of. He gets good grades and is a good student he just doesn't seem to care about turning in or checking his homework. At the end of each week, we have had many not-so-happy chats about what assignments he's missing and why? </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicoSUMxHhbrdv4i-IRR_cttkSrYhzFWwb3wW-Dz8zSscSSFVCH--TDrnJlzXMNC0n23o5sRsgWCZ0meWJVH8zJXqEB78ro3G5O7ji99E_FJrjctfuB8JUZvpSCO_GUOEk-LkHCbg8MApICSA8d2N21p0bJ6AGHxUog71sbg4DnnFQ6pHm-2VlqJbbe/s1080/homework.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicoSUMxHhbrdv4i-IRR_cttkSrYhzFWwb3wW-Dz8zSscSSFVCH--TDrnJlzXMNC0n23o5sRsgWCZ0meWJVH8zJXqEB78ro3G5O7ji99E_FJrjctfuB8JUZvpSCO_GUOEk-LkHCbg8MApICSA8d2N21p0bJ6AGHxUog71sbg4DnnFQ6pHm-2VlqJbbe/s320/homework.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A few months ago we sat down with him and admitted we didn't know what else to do. We asked him what he thought and... nothing. He didn't know either. <b>I think at this point we were all wishing there was a manual that could tell us what to do. </b></span></div><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Back to School</span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">So when I saw a class on parenting skills as an option for an elective I decided this was an answer to my prayers. What I didn't realize then was how much I was going to change and how much my son's reactions had to do with both my husband and I. over this and the next 2 blog posts I'm going to share with you some of the lessons that really gave me insight I had been needing starting with the Parenting Pyramid. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The Parenting Pyramid</span></h3><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">This is a principle taught by The Arbringer Company. On the first page of the reading, it states, <b>"Parents weren't meant to spend most of their time correcting their children." </b></span><span style="font-family: arial;">(Airbringer 1)This sounded like music to my ears. I didn't want to always be correcting my son. That was the whole point. I'm tired, I want him to care about his homework, and I don't want to have to keep going over and over the same thing every week. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzaTGdBWhB-f1ReVfU9b_1Pqr60iAogbsa06vRra92I0MCRyygQmmm5gmTkWQ-5GXHK6wBSRHYqa9EYc72kgA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">(</span><b style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">Clements, R., & Musker, J.</b><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"> </span><b style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">(1989).</b><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"> The Little Mermaid. Buena Vista Pictures.)</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Then, as I read the next part of the quote a light turned on. "</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: bold;">How do we help things go right, instead of react when things go wrong?" </span><span>(Airbringer 1)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>This was talking to me. I was reacting to things going wrong. I wasn't helping things go right. I was going about this in the wrong way. Of course, I would keep getting the same result. <b> I wasn't fixing the problem only reacting to the outcome. And the truth is I couldn't fix the problem, that was something only he could do.</b> I had to realize that my job wasn't to make him turn in his homework by sheer force because it was something I wanted him to do. Nope, that was clearly not working. I needed to quit asking what I should do and instead figure out how I can help things go right. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><br /></span></span></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><b>King Triton Syndrom<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfRIMkPZ9nrmckkJ_V7ijsFRbe1jn14TFh8CvdMYImJDJ0BKvG_nlTzttiLUiUcgqfeFYVE0jZ3N7130v5ivtUjVHpHOnePVf73L8ZSIg6emJIkmdQEHNJop-_AWWqYnB5oDlZKztV8q1__8aTBj5k2hcSZI3jMV_LPvRV3Iotkv0SwiiHWb7odYR0/s1024/king%20triton.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="975" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfRIMkPZ9nrmckkJ_V7ijsFRbe1jn14TFh8CvdMYImJDJ0BKvG_nlTzttiLUiUcgqfeFYVE0jZ3N7130v5ivtUjVHpHOnePVf73L8ZSIg6emJIkmdQEHNJop-_AWWqYnB5oDlZKztV8q1__8aTBj5k2hcSZI3jMV_LPvRV3Iotkv0SwiiHWb7odYR0/s320/king%20triton.jpg" width="305" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">https://www.flickr.com/photos/ddindy/17047645158</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></b></span></span></h3><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><b>As a parent, we all come to the time when we realize that our kids have to live their own lives</b>. As I type that I can hear Sebastian from the little mermaid saying "It's like I always say, children, gotta be free to lead their own lives." <br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzJ8oeeoh82JE-yioH08G26T0MkMq27Fjnuq4GMcwEPBQrQ043cCob3S1elNDzOEoUeOs_1GJ6o0gaGHy8vmQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">(</span><b style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">Clements, R., & Musker, J.</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"> </span><b style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">(1989).</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"> The Little Mermaid. Buena Vista Pictures.)</span></div><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>That look from King Triton takes on a whole different meaning now. But that story illustrates this principle. Our kid's priorities aren't always our priorities. We have to learn to develop a relationship where we can help them understand why the priorities we see and value are of value to them as well. And if we don't develop a relationship of trust and understanding with them they will find others who sympathize with their feelings. <b>If we blow up and just demand they do what we want, like King Triton when he blows up Ariel's treasure cave then we put both our relationship with them and their well-being at risk. </b> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxzHp23x8ZpmQ-Kdz66BNBOwKpGj_fVuykkHYHnTU42aGx0PB_AIzPt2Rb7nfrtib51CkSWQoGrafhKkYpshg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">(</span><b style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">Clements, R., & Musker, J.</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"> </span><b style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">(1989).</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"> The Little Mermaid. Buena Vista Pictures.)</span></div><br /></span></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>So how do we help things go right?</span></span></h3><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>The first step in helping things go right is to change your way of thinking. Instead of asking <i><b>What</b></i> do I do when my kids don't..... you have to learn to ask <i><b>How</b></i> do I help/teach my kids...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> What questions boil down to what do we do when things go wrong. How questions help us find out how to solve them. <u>How puts us in action, where what just focuses us on what we should do because things have already gone wrong</u>. It's like looking at the cup as half empty or half full. To help us understand how to help things go right we need to understand the Parenting Pyramid. </span></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">THE PARENTING PYRAMID</span></h3><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The Parenting Pyramid illustrates how each of our relationships build on each other and that only with a solid foundation do we see, understand, and learn how to teach and correct our children. Each level builds on the one before it and the way to solve a question from one is generally answered in the levels below it. So here it is.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5gidl5DfvfUGUjPkthiiiOFcM1-ReLeCvkK4xQ1MJEraZdz5EQ-gT3VxzbKzfLSOOGO9B1hsK3PX8KKBNMKSsFwRSzlqcrk3TbmgD2UEY0ZXDw2LxyFTaWqMGikrKIExLTycgN56lmctbXzkREXtbPyHBKXR8jFj4BABjaggMGjfAIvJs6GLZziV/s913/faml120_image_parentingPyramid.png" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="871" data-original-width="913" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5gidl5DfvfUGUjPkthiiiOFcM1-ReLeCvkK4xQ1MJEraZdz5EQ-gT3VxzbKzfLSOOGO9B1hsK3PX8KKBNMKSsFwRSzlqcrk3TbmgD2UEY0ZXDw2LxyFTaWqMGikrKIExLTycgN56lmctbXzkREXtbPyHBKXR8jFj4BABjaggMGjfAIvJs6GLZziV/s320/faml120_image_parentingPyramid.png" width="320" /></a></div><h3 style="text-align: left;">5 Basic Principles of the Parenting Pyramid</h3><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> The 5 basic principles you need to understand are these:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-family: arial;">Although correction is part of parenting, it is the smallest part. Instead of wasting time figuring out what to do to correct an action, figure out how to correct the action.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;"> Effective correction comes from effective teaching. </span><span style="font-family: arial;">When we apply effective teaching and help our kids understand the "Why" of what we are teaching them, correction is much easier. Correction is dependent on teaching with love. </span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;">To effectively teach our children we need to develop a good relationship or learning with our children. Built on trust, compassion, and love. Who is willing to listen to a teacher they don't like no matter how good the lesson is? This also affects how we talk to our children. When they can know and feel that we love them as we are correcting and teaching them it makes all the difference. </span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;">To build a good parent-child relationship we need to have a good husband/wife relationship. One where we understand each other and are on the same page. We don't contradict each other but are united. </span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;">The key to building a good husband/wife relationship is to understand our way of being. Who we are, how we think, what we want, or what our motivation is and why. Our way of affecting all other relationships in our lives. </span></li></ol></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">So starting from the base and moving up. If we are ok with who we are and how we feel about it, our relationship with our spouse will suffer. If our relationship with our spouse sufferers our children are going to pick up on that and our parent/child relationship will suffer. If our relationship with our children suffers then it will be harder to teach them. And finally, if we have a hard time teaching them or don't teach them, then correcting those actions will be even harder, if not impossible. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Zx0UAwKf4NWS210wv1ztrrQ-3T4omQCvuJU17uBBOR5M12VBH6is1Y7rcuLTzIRwVhjXg9qk3IgShDxeb0HiarI8FhUOcyOzxxYSE9DPFZok7rNyPTsXOOpD9GTCBIqi2whXOhC18USzSusDDLY1CHL-Vbqd6k2YLbwyxTpmW4_0adlAPP0lf5ws/s1024/ariel.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="772" data-original-width="1024" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Zx0UAwKf4NWS210wv1ztrrQ-3T4omQCvuJU17uBBOR5M12VBH6is1Y7rcuLTzIRwVhjXg9qk3IgShDxeb0HiarI8FhUOcyOzxxYSE9DPFZok7rNyPTsXOOpD9GTCBIqi2whXOhC18USzSusDDLY1CHL-Vbqd6k2YLbwyxTpmW4_0adlAPP0lf5ws/s320/ariel.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">https://www.flickr.com/photos/auntie_rain/3311781249</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Back to the little mermaid comparison. At the end of the movie, Triton came to the realization that he needed to figure out how to help his daughter. He said, "What have I done." At the end of the movie instead of trying to figure out what to do about what she had chosen, he supported her, he loved her, he did what he could and he showed her that he cared for her and trusted her. As he did this, she was able to save not only herself but also him. She defeated Ursula, saved Eric, freed the other merpeople, got married, and lived happily ever after. Why, <u> because she loved him, he loved her and they both knew it, she trusted he knew what was best and realized she had made a mistake and took the steps to fix it.</u> The love and lesson gave her the strength and drive to overcome. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw8VJTrXALJDSM3O7AYgdofzczBVii5PdIXG6mu5w3gddSCgHmZDC0DAm6c93Ry8Z-leRfP1bztJ8m33-uvQg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">(</span><b style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">Clements, R., & Musker, J.</b><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"> </span><b style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">(1989).</b><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"> The Little Mermaid. Buena Vista Pictures.)</span></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">What do we learn?</span></h3><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">When we have an issue with the actions of our children we need to stop trying to figure out what we can do and instead figure out how we can help the situation change in the future. It comes down to how we approach it. <u>We have to build our family relationships with love so that we can teach our children and help them realize on their own, why certain decisions they make might need to be reevaluated and/or changed</u>. So they can make the change themselves because we cannot do it for them. By doing this we strengthen our bond with them and build a more positive home environment and gain self-reliant children. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">If you'd like to read the whole of The Airbringer Company's The Parent Pyramid you can click the link below:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://content.byui.edu/file/91e7c911-20c5-4b9f-b8fc-9e4b1b37b6fc/1/Parenting_Pyramid_article.pdf" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">The Parenting Pyramid</a><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">References: </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif;">Clements, R., & Musker, J.</b><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;"> </span><b style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif;">(1989).</b><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;"> The Little Mermaid. Buena Vista Pictures.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span face=""Aspira Webfont", Aspira, Helvetica, Arimo, "Liberation Sans", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>The Airbringer Company (1998). </b>THE PARENTING PYRAMID - Brigham Young University–Idaho. Accessed May 26, 2022</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span face=""Aspira Webfont", Aspira, Helvetica, Arimo, "Liberation Sans", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Sam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-55781858240853196532014-08-19T10:34:00.001-06:002014-08-19T10:34:32.782-06:00Why Men Shouldn't want Sex EVERY Night<div class="MsoNormal">
I recently read an article where a woman suggested for women
to have sex with their husbands every night.
And while I agree with some of the premise behind what she had to say I
disagree with her approach. </div>
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This woman suggests that in we need to be more like our
sixteen year old selves, more appreciative for having our sexual partner ready
and willing and right next to us. She
suggests that the excuses of being tired, not feeling sexy or feeling a need
for a husband to prove their love before you enjoy sex with them to be just
that excuses and even the reasons we should be having sex with them every night. In her article she suggests in order for a
woman to feel better about herself the best remedy is sex with her
husband. She then goes one to list 5 reasons
why having sex with your husband EVERY night is the best thing for everyone. </div>
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This list includes:</div>
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1. Regaining your
femininity by letting your husband remind you that you are a woman. The short
version of this is basically after the kids are put away it’s important to
remember you’re not just a mom, caregiver, etc., you are a woman. </div>
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2. If you want a man
treat him like a mine. She says men have three basic needs to be happy; food,
appreciation, and you guessed it sex. Here she suggests that we say thank him
when he gets home from work, make him dinner and let him see you naked. She claims that if you do this you will “be
astounded by what a man will do for a woman that has made him feel loved.”</div>
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3. She suggests that having sex every night gives you a
chance to find that boy you fell in love with.
That it gives you a chance to feel all the excitement you felt when you
first met. She says “He is still there.
Under the years and bills and worries, that smiling boy is still in love with
and needs his smiling girl.”</div>
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4. Sex relieves
stress. So instead of getting mad and
smashing mailboxes have sex it’s a much better option.</div>
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5. It is fun! She
suggests we should not be so quick to refuse sex and just enjoy it. “Tell a girl to have sex every night and she
looks at you like you are crazy, An orgasm? Every night? What do I look like? A
Nymphomaniacal Super Woman?”</div>
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Again while I don’t completely disagree with what she has to
say I think her method of developing these relationships should lie somewhere
other than just the physical. I’m a stay
at home mother of two and like every other woman have self esteem issues with
my new womanly body that is just not the same as my former girlish figure. And while sex does sometimes make me forget
about that for the moment the issue is still there and is something I have deal
with and learn how to appreciate for myself. It is not something that sex will
magically fix. I know that my husband
finds me desirable and I love that he does.
It makes me feel great, special and loved; but saying that sex EVERY
night is going to magically make my marriage better is just plain
ridiculous. And here is why.</div>
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<!--[endif]--> 1.Regaining your femininity cannot and should not
just happen in the bedroom. Loving
partners don’t just show their love in the bedroom with sex. I bet you didn't marry your husband because
he was great in the sac. There were
other reasons. I bet it was because he could make you laugh, you share common
interests and views, you could and can sit and talk to him for hours, and you
knew that he loved respected you. Not just your body. Why does remembering your femininity need to
happen every night in the bedroom? My
husband makes me feel feminine with compliments and kisses, and even come
hither glances throughout the week among other things. And that is important to me and my family
dynamic. It’s important to me that my
children see that we love each other and enjoy spending time together. It shows
them that real love isn't just about the physical, and shows the partnership
that a marriage truly is.</div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> 2.</span><span style="font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Treat your man like a man and part of that is
not using sex to your advantage.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">To me
when she says you will be “astounded by what a man will do for a woman that
makes him feel loved,” it sounds like a bargaining tool.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Give him some sex and then he’ll work on
something that you've wanted him to do for awhile.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Well just as men want us to want to have sex,
I think I can safely say that we want them to want to help with projects and
doing things with the kids going on activities as a family.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">If they don’t want to do it, it just isn't the same. Just as I’m sure it’s not the same for them when they know we don’t
really want to have sex.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span></div>
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it is important to remember what made you fall in love with each other in the
first place. I think it’s great to take
some time every day that is just for the two of you, but I don’t think that
that equates to sex EVERY night. Some
nights it is not just you who is tired your husband can be too, and sometimes
it is nice to connect through your thoughts and feelings, or with massage or by
playing a game together. The important
thing is that you’re taking some time for each other and communicating your
emotions not just being physical to be physical. Not to say that that isn’t part of it but it
is not the ONLY part.</div>
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<!--[endif]--> 4. As for sex relieving stress, well chemically yes
it does. But that doesn’t mean that you should be using it as your stress
reliever all the time. Sex can be just
like a drug to some and if sex=your stress relief you may have and
addiction. While I don’t think that
there is any problem with blowing off some steam with your partner I don’t
think it is healthy for anyone to avoid getting to the bottom of any emotion or
feeling by using something else as a stimulant. </div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> 5.</span><span style="font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">And yes sex is and can be fun, but her premise
of a woman having an orgasm every night is just unrealistic.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Women are different than men.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">A man is pretty much guaranteed an orgasm
with every sexual encounter.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Sex feels
good and that’s why they don’t understand why women sometimes just don’t want
to.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Well here is a little insight from
this woman.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">While I know none of us are
the same I can attest to the fact that a woman’s indoor plumbing is a lot more
complex than a man’s outdoor.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">A man does
two basic things with his; he urinates and he has sex.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">A woman urinates, has sex, builds a habitat
for life every month (which by the way messes with her emotions and is
sometimes accompanied by unimaginable pain with cramps, even if they are on
forms of birth control that cause them to not have a period.), we house and
grow children, and then deliver those babies from that area.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Not to mention due to the pressures of
unrealistic views on women in our society many go to great lengths to make this
area look desirable to you with their grooming habits.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">And yes I know the point of looking desirable
to you makes you equate that to sex, but that still doesn’t mean we want the
EVERY night expectation.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Not every
movement during sex feels great for us.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">
</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">And some women can’t orgasm at all just by penetration.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Not to mention needing some cool down
time.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Honestly after an entire day where
you have had children or anyone for that matter requiring your undivided attention,
and after hearing your name a thousand times during the day you need a cool
down period.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">She says in the article to
give him some appreciation and a little cool down period.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Well we as women and mothers need that time
too.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Just a little time for ourselves
without anyone needing something from us.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">
</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Just a few minutes to ourselves without any expectations and without
feeling guilty about it.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span></div>
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All in all Sex is an outward expression of an inward emotion
and that is what makes it special. If
you loved steak and I cooked it for you every day you wouldn't like it so much
after a while and even grow to resent it.
It’s the same with anything. Even
if you love sex if you had it every night even if/when you didn't want to, it
would lose all meaning. That special and
fun time that it can be would become a chore.
As women we don’t mind taking one for the team now and then because we
know that you might need it and we want to make you happy but if you expect us
to dish it out every night you are dreaming.
We like to keep you guessing to keep you on your toes to surprise you
sometimes. If you knew you were going to have sex every night, guaranteed,
would you want is as much? Would you enjoy it as much? Would the excitement be
there all the time? Well I would guess
no married couple will ever really know the answer to that question, but my
guess would be no. Sex would become
routine and unemotional. It would become
just a part of your daily routine. After
a while I would guess that you would eventually stop having sex all together
because it would just be something that you got tired of. It would become
another thing on the list of daily activities to check off and lose all the
emotions behind it that make it special.</div>
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So gents, be happy we don’t give it to you every night. Be happy that we can still surprise you with
a sexy negligee every once and a while.
Be happy that we can still have those crazy nights of passion after the
kids are in bed, because if you got it every day those excitements would be
gone along with all the reasons she suggested in her article for making us want
to have sex every day. It would become monotonous
and ordinary and I don’t think either side wants that. Let your wife remain a mysterious siren when
it comes to the bedroom, let her do it because she loves you and wants to not
because she feels like she has to.
Remember sometimes quality is better than quantity. </div>
Sam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-8110920249717681802013-02-28T20:28:00.001-07:002013-02-28T20:28:48.589-07:00Awe the Fun of a child learning to speak<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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These are some fun video's of brooklyn learning to talk and her little attitude. sorry they aren't the right side up. <br />
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Sam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-54904846908272591252012-09-04T12:51:00.002-06:002012-09-04T13:01:22.764-06:00Kyler's 1st day of Preschool<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4EYktNykoKpkCWWyNExZ8_-dd-mvPqyyobrC5UdJjhFeTTzvEiAnFgFEFQK3bfFWJMuWosbDEaEP7fAeDi_8UP80ZkmWawMDYiVFY8p0AlkbWHUBkoetMDjm2QOS4O4nocWVlvtXW0kA/s1600/DSCN5585.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5784398581129307938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4EYktNykoKpkCWWyNExZ8_-dd-mvPqyyobrC5UdJjhFeTTzvEiAnFgFEFQK3bfFWJMuWosbDEaEP7fAeDi_8UP80ZkmWawMDYiVFY8p0AlkbWHUBkoetMDjm2QOS4O4nocWVlvtXW0kA/s320/DSCN5585.JPG" /></a><br /><div>I can't beleive that he's actually old enough for this but it was kyler's 1st day of Preschool today. We laid out his clothes last night and i asked him what he wanted for breakfast in the morning. And then he told me how much he missed preschool. Kinda odd having not gone yet at all. Anyway this morning he woke up put all his clothes on and shoes by himself and headed downstairs to see me. had is Peeled egg (boiled) like he asked for and then had to wait an hour before we could head off to school. The only thing i'm not so sure about is that i think he came home more wired than he was when he left. That could be trouble. </div><br />Sam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-1700055715008136632012-08-31T08:46:00.002-06:002012-08-31T09:19:43.182-06:00Seriously the best pancakes and the most Delicious Syrup<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOzOrXZL6r7olb28MnKld_LIZHgGfUWAmazJkC1agIu-42GL9xfY-KLSWe5Fo-D4BTTzZOk805N7kl2NNcjiLsIkwAqe5abwreAMqd0xd7YogTExqisrch6EvsyIsNOhVkKThuKEtLifA/s1600/DSCN5580.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOzOrXZL6r7olb28MnKld_LIZHgGfUWAmazJkC1agIu-42GL9xfY-KLSWe5Fo-D4BTTzZOk805N7kl2NNcjiLsIkwAqe5abwreAMqd0xd7YogTExqisrch6EvsyIsNOhVkKThuKEtLifA/s320/DSCN5580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5782857025140156754" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ok so stemming from some pancakes my parents made me eat when i was like 8 i really don't like pancakes. In short my parents tried a new pancake mix which honestly tasted like cardboard and while they were making pancakes made me eat TWO of them then they both took one bite an threw them in the garbage. Yeah that's how nasty these pancakes were. So... consequently i have not really had any love for pancakes since. </span></span><div face="Georgia, serif" size="3" style=" font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">That being said i actually found a homemade recipe for pancakes i like its below. they are so fluffy not huge pancakes but yummy. I can't eat more than 2 and that's on a really hungry day so filling the recipe only makes 8 but well worth it. So here it is:</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><u>Fluffy Thick Homestyle Pancakes </u></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><u><br /></u></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2g_HIxThcGdWuohi38y6Y5GbXEQUXMs2uJSyMBbAnsEWdQFihpb1VtgH0jcD9HZnnPA90o2ftaqDfgZE6AEP3-sCzJOYuwRxyLJE9T2S8NeRn9CJUJczhmOIiFcmIIMC5exQYs_TeRRI/s320/DSCN5574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5782857016100328530" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><u><br /></u></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">1 1/2 C. Flour<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>1 1/4 C Milk (you can substitute 1/2 water 1/2 buttermilk also)</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">3 1/2 tsp. baking powder<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>1 egg</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">1 tsp. salt<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>3 Tbsp. Butter, melted</div><div><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">1 Tbsp. sugar</span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">a few dashes of </span>cinnamon</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Mix dry ingredients in large bowl. Make a well and add wet ingredients mix till mostly smooth but still a little lumpy. ( Lumpy batter makes yummy pancakes). Pour about 1/4 C batter for each pancake. Brown and serve. Makes 8.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Now the coup de grace the yummy </span>unbelievable<span style="font-size:100%;"> make you want to just drink it buttermilk syrup. Again i don't really like syrup its sticky and thick and tends to coat your mouth and make it all nasty but this is airy and light and buttery just magic. So here it is.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><u>Buttermilk Syrup</u></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><u><br /></u></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">for 1 1/2 Cups<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">1 C Butter<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">1 C Sugar<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></div><div>1/2 C Buttermilk</div><div>1/4 tsp. Baking Soda</div><div>1 tsp. vanilla</div><div><br /></div><div>Combine Butter, Sugar, And Buttermilk in small pan. Heat over med/high heat until sugar dissolves. Stir in soda and vanilla. Serve over everything!!! You can put this in a jar and keep it in your fridge and just warm it up in the microwave when you want it as well. Never buy syrup Again. </div><div><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></div><h3 class="r" style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; padding: 0px; margin: 0px; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></h3></div>Sam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-52335663233388912342012-06-22T08:02:00.002-06:002012-06-22T08:29:54.506-06:00Radnar<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmFD1D17MYXlOyC6ByrwDqdvmn0McroOJg_LXZibfXjG9cy3XeBwfv86iBIq9jwTV_PSwo7cEOZD-TsdPu51aaWOmvLR9MS5wgtyYfHz9SE8A1MqQalQrbmj91H8giKrD2Eo3_uGNUyjg/s1600/IMGA0194.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5756861627509441922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmFD1D17MYXlOyC6ByrwDqdvmn0McroOJg_LXZibfXjG9cy3XeBwfv86iBIq9jwTV_PSwo7cEOZD-TsdPu51aaWOmvLR9MS5wgtyYfHz9SE8A1MqQalQrbmj91H8giKrD2Eo3_uGNUyjg/s320/IMGA0194.JPG" /></a>Ok so most people don't like running. And i'm kinda with you. its not my favorite activity but i do enjoy it. Anyway We finished ragnar last saturday after 197 miles from Logan UT, to Park City UT. And let me Tell you It was Fabulous. So many stories so little sleep. I really wanted to die at one point but overall a wonderful experience. We already signed up for next year which is there 10 yr anniversary so hopefully even more fun. Our team Finished 167th out of almost 700 teams in our category and 200 something overall either way we were in the top 25% overall and top 20 in our categorie. I feel that gives us some bragging rights. Well not really me but our other runners. We finished with a time of 31 hr and 29 min. Kurtis' Dad who is the oldest one on our team ran Ragnar hill which is the toughest part of the course and also how the race got its name. He ran the enitre thing and finished in the top half of the runners in our category. <br /><br />Kurtis ran a consistant 10 min pace. makes me so mad he can go out and do that without training. Not fair. He had his longest race first 7.6 miles and did just fine. In fact as we were talking after we got home he said that was his favorite leg and it even had a big hill in it. His second was 3 something i think and he didn't like it. But was all joyous after his last i think it was 3 something too. As we were in different vans i didn't get to see him much except at exchange 6, exchange 19 and for a little bit in the tent whe i got to go sleep for a few hrs. Then at the end. But he was willing to do it again next year so thats always a good sign. And were thinking about doing Las Vegas next year too. So we can get the Saints and Sinners Medal too. <br /><br />My first run was well i think i know how hot hell is. I ran at about 2 in the afternoon and even though it was only 3.4 miles i thought my feet were going to burn off at one point. i also took off way to fast i started at probably a 8 1/2 min pace when i reached a 2.4 i was at about a 9 1/2 pace and then i died my last mile. It also had 2 hills in it i wasn't really expecting and Lucky me as soon as janet came around the corner to give me the slap bracelet i had to pee so i ran the whole thing needing to pee.<br /><br />My next run was by far my Favorite. it was 7.1 mostly down hill at night. And way up in the hills so you could see the starts. it was wonderful there were a few times that i was out of site of anyone in front of me and icouldn't see the lights from anyone behind me and it was beautiful it kinda reminded me of home in the summer. The only part i didn't like of this run was when i got down my 6 mile hill and had to cross the road at a quarter to midnight the lady taking care of this part told me to hurry up and get across the road. There was nooooo one comeing and i was the one running this so. lol. anyway i didn't even mind the hill at the end although i did have to walk over part of the over pass cuz well i got scared when i should feel and see the cars going under me. Other than that it was amazing.<br /><br />My last leg was Horrible. Little Sleep was fine being tire was ok, but i had gotten a stitch in my side(side ache) after my last leg and figured it would go away but well it never did. So about a mile into my 5.4 mile run i was having a hard time getting a deep breath. Kevin (kurtis' brother) Gave me some tips on how to make it go away but it only eased slightly. Thanks so much to my Van for all the support. They offered a few times to have someone finish for me but i wanted to know that i did it all myself. If i could have actually run it it would have been nicer cuz it started getting hot out again as i was running at around 10 in the morning. anyway i also had decided to wear shorts this run bad Bad BAD idea. I started to chafe around mile 2 and at around mile 4 i started to get a blister on my foot. Oh and in this race they have these very very deceiving 1 mile to go markers i really think they need to put them at a half a mile in cuz it make one mile seem like FOREVER. anyway at my last one i went about 150 ft and then had to climb a hill. The good thing was my side ache started to ease up bad news i was already mentally and physically dead by this point. i just kept looking at the people in front to me for where the exchange was. Thanks to whoever you are that passed me and gave me a high five you made me pick it up and keep going. At the final exchange i sprinted as best i could and then pretty much collapsed. I ended up hyper ventalating cuz i couldn't breath and that scared me so i tried harder and ended up crying anyway thanks to Janet and my team for calming me down and helping me throught that run.<br /><br />So here's to getting in better shape for next year so it will all be a breeze. Oh and i still have my side ache. I went to the dr a few days ago and he said i either developed a kidney stone or i pulled the mucsle in my diaphram so it will be a while before it gets better. But Bring it on Ragnar!!!Sam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-23286490778240776922012-06-22T07:50:00.003-06:002012-06-22T08:00:44.388-06:00Baby Shower Gift for Girl<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPQPYfHwD1S5Pt_Rdaov064_Snw1cZc2OD1Gex3N4RXrLytDI86-e5l_7wMd7QZuDsnW4IHXEiWSyxM6bQqW8FrHCGQBXqhYJg3ml9Rzkq_wpWMaIhFxlN6SY3fE6Unkiym9Cne1c-RBU/s1600/DSCN5433.JPG"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5756860181718143506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPQPYfHwD1S5Pt_Rdaov064_Snw1cZc2OD1Gex3N4RXrLytDI86-e5l_7wMd7QZuDsnW4IHXEiWSyxM6bQqW8FrHCGQBXqhYJg3ml9Rzkq_wpWMaIhFxlN6SY3fE6Unkiym9Cne1c-RBU/s320/DSCN5433.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7AIAnDvZuHMnZJj180PuyyTfZaVuhuNrdVyeBMfvGQUodVzhHGrEWVBGsNEu8S6tLpRxbPfyPbyvKg_KrqT3CvGLV_aXG_s_9c_tiLLGW2gMI1Go388717NTZOd1ywm15T73VMgMDGAs/s1600/DSCN5436.JPG"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5756860172721124514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7AIAnDvZuHMnZJj180PuyyTfZaVuhuNrdVyeBMfvGQUodVzhHGrEWVBGsNEu8S6tLpRxbPfyPbyvKg_KrqT3CvGLV_aXG_s_9c_tiLLGW2gMI1Go388717NTZOd1ywm15T73VMgMDGAs/s320/DSCN5436.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0bO5yO1i8py963FHg8UBNbt6-LPVRerCtSW7FrIorE3gcer2dVTqOZiovbVIknrsfmUWEAdgq-vj-i-WTd3-5mg193bqWKmxOdAlCQSU2oqG-cRzmwUqSZUL0k0aO67MA24F3RYoZso/s1600/DSCN5439.JPG"><img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5756860165938362930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0bO5yO1i8py963FHg8UBNbt6-LPVRerCtSW7FrIorE3gcer2dVTqOZiovbVIknrsfmUWEAdgq-vj-i-WTd3-5mg193bqWKmxOdAlCQSU2oqG-cRzmwUqSZUL0k0aO67MA24F3RYoZso/s320/DSCN5439.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">Ok so i like to bring something to a shower that most people don't think of but since i've learned how to sew i've just gone to bringing something unique. So here is what i'm planning on bringing to a shower i'm invited to next saturday. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">You can get the shoe pattern and instructions for FREE!!! at <a href="http://www.fleetingthing.com/handmade/baby-gifts/the-mila-baby-shoe-tutorial/&2_10_12">http://www.fleetingthing.com/handmade/baby-gifts/the-mila-baby-shoe-tutorial/&2_10_12</a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">You'll have to pay for the dress pattern its called a Lucy Pinafore on etsy and the bloomers also are on etsy called little miss sassy pants.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">But all relatively easy to do i made the hole outfit and shoes in one afternoon. and that included cutting everything out. </div>Sam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-24267962336847200032012-06-05T18:51:00.002-06:002012-06-05T19:19:16.004-06:00a little about a whole lot.Ok So honestly there is a ton i should have been blogging but well i really haven't had the time for so here is the sum up.<br /><br />Kyler Turned 4 oh my goodness on the 31st of may. We went to the aquarium just he, brooklyn and i for his birthday then got lunch at mc Donalds and came home for quick nap before his party with the family. He got some new books some clothes, swim noodles, a game, squirt guns and nerf guns, a sprinkler ball, little letters lap top(thats not the offical name of it) and a bike. In other words a ton of stuff. I made cupcakes in ice cream cones topped with Sea Turtles and Frogs made out of candy and his main cake was a big fish topped with all the candy i had left. Which i didn't get any pics of cuz i handed the camera to dad to take some and well he didn't. All in all was a great day. And since we decided to get season passes to the aquarium we're going to go again next week when Grandma from MOntana is here before ragnar. Kyler at his dr app. was 40 inches tall and weighed 35 lbs. he's finally reached the middle ground on the size spectrum. I would still guess he has a big noggin but since they don't measure that anymore we don't know<br /><br />Brooklyn is walking and well being a menace. I know i thought kyler was busy and i know i keep saying but it truely supprises me how busy she really is. And she is a lot more ....whiny? than kyler was. Anyway she's doing good. at her 1 yr appointment she weighed 19lbs 5 oz and was 30inces tall. and her head is in the 93% range. She's tall and skinny with a big head they say.<br /><br /><br />Kurtis and i have been kinda busy. a few saturday's ago kurtis put his foot through the ceiling upstairs on his way out of the attic. I was outside and i came in the door to see his foot hanging from the ceiling. he's fine but we had a BIG mess to clean up. We happened to have the newspaper insulation and the fan was on so it went EVERYWHERE. We got it all cleaned up and taken care of though. We still need to puddy and paint it though. Kurtis keeps telling me its the new style. And i just laugh.<br /><br />Mom came and visited us for a day that night she got in well really early the next morning and we got to spend sunday with her. She left that monday but she'll be back next wednesday morning early to watch the kids for ragnar.<br /><br />Then we got served a law suit from a car accident kurtis was in 4 years ago. needless to say this has been on our minds ever since. She's suing for at least 10,300 for medical expenses. She says she had back pain and numbness. but here's the thing the accident was at 10mph at most and she was 40 at the time. Anyway where working with someone now about this and they say it could take up to a year before we're done. yay for us. <br /><br />Memorial day was good we ran the woods cross 5k. and then played games at kurtis' parents house. you really need to play chair soccer(football) for my brother in law. unfortunatly unknown to me my dad spent some time in the hospital for amnesia. They don't know what causes it or why it happens (isn't that the same thing) but they have a name for it. Anway he's fine now just a little scary.<br /><br />Oh by the way i was put in to the primary presidency right before all this happned. I just did my first sharing time last sunday and we have stake visits this wednesday. I was trying to get to the stake temple day tonight but we had to talk with the attorney + kurtis is on call+ i couldn't find anyone to watch the kids so i didn't make it. It might have been a nice break to not think about anything so i'm kinda sorry i missed it. anyway<br /><br />Thursday we're going camping so i'm trying to get everything done before tomorrow night. The kids and i slept out in the tent last night till midnight that is. I acutally think they'll do fine camping. I was a little worried about brooklyn but she went to sleep fairly well. I ended up taking them inside cuz it was so stinking windy that i wasn't going to get to sleep unless i went outside. So when brooklyn kinda cried and stirred i grabed her and took her in then woke up kyler and put him in bed. <br /><br />Then next weekend we have ragnar. Kurtis and i ran 5 miles together with the kids on saturday. He did another 2.5 that night i was going to but i'm pretty sure i have a pinched nerve thats making my left side go numb(just the hip and down) and sting/ache all the time so i'm going to the chiropracter hopefully next week before ragnar or i might die.<br /><br />Oh and sunday kyler dropped my phone in the diaperbag off my inlaws deck about 25ft and it stopped working. I ended up getting a new battery yesterday and for the most part it works now but i still ahve to be really carful with it now. And my great Aunt Berdella lost her battle with Cancer last night.<br /><br />after next weekend i think i'm just going to hide for a week and relax hopefully nothing else happens in that time.Sam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-64616971574567006082012-06-01T15:30:00.005-06:002012-06-01T16:03:38.557-06:00DIY Camping high chair<div align="center"><br /> </div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://cache.nebula.phx3.secureserver.net/obj/NjBERDc2RjIwOUQ1OEY5RUFEMjY6NjU0Yzc5MDAyMWFkN2MzZWEzNjZmZjMzYzJhZWFlNGU="><img style="width: 196px; height: 211px; cursor: pointer;" border="0" alt="" src="http://cache.nebula.phx3.secureserver.net/obj/NjBERDc2RjIwOUQ1OEY5RUFEMjY6NjU0Yzc5MDAyMWFkN2MzZWEzNjZmZjMzYzJhZWFlNGU=" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1dRxGHJgrxP1Iq5a0wmA5VGnlECwL29b3vYpybBob-_LlolshnHM2L9bzoyncckcDE6iiyPya643IZMCmBIxpjIi3GtOcPjSjH1dGRCws25GvKKtMLzprLhoR-O2LJr-sSrnBk7hn0iU/s1600/DSCN5349.JPG"><img style="width: 210px; height: 181px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5749192304944366514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1dRxGHJgrxP1Iq5a0wmA5VGnlECwL29b3vYpybBob-_LlolshnHM2L9bzoyncckcDE6iiyPya643IZMCmBIxpjIi3GtOcPjSjH1dGRCws25GvKKtMLzprLhoR-O2LJr-sSrnBk7hn0iU/s320/DSCN5349.JPG" /></a></p><a href="http://cache.nebula.phx3.secureserver.net/obj/NjBERDc2RjIwOUQ1OEY5RUFEMjY6NjU0Yzc5MDAyMWFkN2MzZWEzNjZmZjMzYzJhZWFlNGU="><div align="center"> </div></a><p align="center">OK So we are going camping next week and well brooklyn is kinda a handfull we don't want to take our big bulky highchar but i don't want to have to try to hold her and eat and worry about her getting down and into the fire so i saw the above camp high chair on pintrest and had to go find it out on the net. So anyway it cost 68.00. And well i wouldn't use it enough to make it worth that. So i figured i could make it on my own. I happened to have some duck canvas laying around my house i would guess this take about 1/2 yrd. If i were doing it again and buying fabric for it i would use the outdoor fabric so you don't have to worry about it getting wet and molding. 2nd you need a camp chair with arms and mine had a cup holder but thats up to you.</p><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">1. Pin the fabric tightly to the outter side of the arms of the chair, and pin about 1/2inch under on the front. (tip: If you pin the corners first it works better. You may also have to go back and tighten after you first pin.) I left about a 2 1/2 - 3 inch flap for underneath on the arms. Leave a little extra like 5 inches in the corners so you can make a flap to tug snug around the metal of the chair. cut excess</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8fIOzt1BHGJSodSkmfBr0S0ykRsBziudtc6_TSZfOXmopopAfl5A3lH6Ujc5p6j-eTylOdGt3d4C6P5hzwpdB1sQJZbTzb_Ffgw0l_uyQXyKWeq9ptT1oeHVmnCATrpw8Sym69q-_kEQ/s1600/DSCN5341.JPG"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5749185528436046258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8fIOzt1BHGJSodSkmfBr0S0ykRsBziudtc6_TSZfOXmopopAfl5A3lH6Ujc5p6j-eTylOdGt3d4C6P5hzwpdB1sQJZbTzb_Ffgw0l_uyQXyKWeq9ptT1oeHVmnCATrpw8Sym69q-_kEQ/s320/DSCN5341.JPG" /></a></div><div align="left"> 2. Make your marks of where the cup holder and where you want your opening for the kids to sit in to be. When you make the cup mark you want to be about 1/4- 1/2 inch in from the circle so if you take your pencil and put the last bit of wood thats bare from where it has been sharpened at the edge of the up holder that you can feel and make your circle from there you should be about right on. I just eye balled my see hole. I traced along the inside of the arm till i felt it would be a big enough opening and then made a semi-circle around to the other side. (tip: as i'm lazy and don't like to cut more than i have to i cut it back enought that the material touched the seat where your bum goes so you can just cut your leg holes out of that.)</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">3. cut your marks. Again i didin't cut my semi circle all the way out. I just cut right to where it started to curl in on both sides and left the material to dangle to the seat so i didn't have to cut another piece for the leg holes. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijRj_fJMLob6nStyjyeio6jk1E2f4fUpDiglAsbBjIXmgh02-Lv6ZFjVzT1HaSQ5UlZAeAzEdKbgSnnUUiq4_yW9STM5ctcj4kMK6qt27kecnAqua5TszQfBo6_6GjsqXFup3BXLja2Yk/s1600/DSCN5343.JPG"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5749185520491927714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijRj_fJMLob6nStyjyeio6jk1E2f4fUpDiglAsbBjIXmgh02-Lv6ZFjVzT1HaSQ5UlZAeAzEdKbgSnnUUiq4_yW9STM5ctcj4kMK6qt27kecnAqua5TszQfBo6_6GjsqXFup3BXLja2Yk/s320/DSCN5343.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDgSZZBEacQWzna0VjFJvmgbjJSB9lac1Phqbu9m0VFNRsd_5H7fb6BSHGHS5fQTOkq_gVst9XPG5eUV3wwbjtAdr69M-_2fUIduKL-m0M2C6AJedbHVpNlElL9qgMdxmlmoz6IXZcmWc/s1600/DSCN5345.JPG"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5749185543960404882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDgSZZBEacQWzna0VjFJvmgbjJSB9lac1Phqbu9m0VFNRsd_5H7fb6BSHGHS5fQTOkq_gVst9XPG5eUV3wwbjtAdr69M-_2fUIduKL-m0M2C6AJedbHVpNlElL9qgMdxmlmoz6IXZcmWc/s320/DSCN5345.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLKDUZ26oz5xale3msez_M69UIsm_5LrdGa3ycSChg1SeLxr8aSvreiDYUEnweYAb5JXNaqdn1DQq4b5hgofIbvKwfkw_4SQPA8D6XZDLRGngosLDKlSCe6s7YjjKwxMfFzYnunTbKww4/s1600/DSCN5344.JPG"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5749185540178991874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLKDUZ26oz5xale3msez_M69UIsm_5LrdGa3ycSChg1SeLxr8aSvreiDYUEnweYAb5JXNaqdn1DQq4b5hgofIbvKwfkw_4SQPA8D6XZDLRGngosLDKlSCe6s7YjjKwxMfFzYnunTbKww4/s320/DSCN5344.JPG" /></a></div><div align="left">4. ( if you cut your flap completely off you'll need to cut another piece of fabric that goes from your opening (above) to the seat of the chair) Pin the flap to the seat and mark leg holes. </div><div align="left">5. cut leg holes. </div><div align="left"> </div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJVkb4RPBapkXuYdOR-PcYHZpvmGdYnR6IRiivCuwa9h9t5tP2nFYTWFSnOtd_PhKuDakbE4XY2-X_xnHTbCfdnexym05_gmnsnSMoFoejdU90HmOuNVwQjNypV1JTvctJL-buEDV450/s1600/DSCN5346.JPG"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5749189957900807890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJVkb4RPBapkXuYdOR-PcYHZpvmGdYnR6IRiivCuwa9h9t5tP2nFYTWFSnOtd_PhKuDakbE4XY2-X_xnHTbCfdnexym05_gmnsnSMoFoejdU90HmOuNVwQjNypV1JTvctJL-buEDV450/s320/DSCN5346.JPG" /></a></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJVkb4RPBapkXuYdOR-PcYHZpvmGdYnR6IRiivCuwa9h9t5tP2nFYTWFSnOtd_PhKuDakbE4XY2-X_xnHTbCfdnexym05_gmnsnSMoFoejdU90HmOuNVwQjNypV1JTvctJL-buEDV450/s1600/DSCN5346.JPG"><div align="left"> </div></a><p></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3nML2U0SxfslBkJKHwFgQzzt5-D8NC850GNrER81weesfKysnpkJMr6AT_ct7fmKmqaT9WCsJ3cJFF39IuDJzBNvopXGZARJpFD9-53UYv7dZiU2vWu5saWFnhnK_mBHWF-XxUvML5Q/s1600/DSCN5347.JPG"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5749189968409504274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3nML2U0SxfslBkJKHwFgQzzt5-D8NC850GNrER81weesfKysnpkJMr6AT_ct7fmKmqaT9WCsJ3cJFF39IuDJzBNvopXGZARJpFD9-53UYv7dZiU2vWu5saWFnhnK_mBHWF-XxUvML5Q/s320/DSCN5347.JPG" /></a></p><p align="left">6. Un-pin from arms but re-pin fold.</p><p align="left">7. I used a surger cuz hey i have one and it makes it a whole lot easier but if you don't have one you can use a zig zag stitch on your sewing machine and sew around your edges. Make sure the make the pockets in the front corners to catch in the arms. Then repin back to chair. </p><p align="left">8. Now comes the tricky part you'll want to take the material off the chair the best you can. I Wasn't able to take the original material completly off so i made due the best i could.</p><p align="left">9. Sew your highchair material to your existing chair and whala your own camp high chair for around $10.</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeBxFj3rUcP2-3zEeQdyZfsJeMhWOdnwDe-6pvUBAds0con2vSpzar3OgFlDKgsHVooZQzFpC6nw7J_g5mV-bJQJmwtmfwmuF-ZKmLu7yap3GUBS8M1cC9uDzX4EqUmPBE9qyJeQA81Kw/s1600/DSCN5351.JPG"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5749189990970723474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeBxFj3rUcP2-3zEeQdyZfsJeMhWOdnwDe-6pvUBAds0con2vSpzar3OgFlDKgsHVooZQzFpC6nw7J_g5mV-bJQJmwtmfwmuF-ZKmLu7yap3GUBS8M1cC9uDzX4EqUmPBE9qyJeQA81Kw/s320/DSCN5351.JPG" /></a></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeBxFj3rUcP2-3zEeQdyZfsJeMhWOdnwDe-6pvUBAds0con2vSpzar3OgFlDKgsHVooZQzFpC6nw7J_g5mV-bJQJmwtmfwmuF-ZKmLu7yap3GUBS8M1cC9uDzX4EqUmPBE9qyJeQA81Kw/s1600/DSCN5351.JPG"><div align="left"> </div></a><p></p><p align="left"> </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMTz1SgjnFfhvTSHeAHhULxzQRc1M5cLIXhfOklQ7sXthGWA1TGlv9jJ_0AxjhKJwwySsPM7q9NCnIy13HZ-pi1LApJrn9Xr02wbuoEzXHuRjwoEbBBrgW9xyCxb6QvH_DmeO0efnjz4/s1600/DSCN5350.JPG"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5749189984808054834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMTz1SgjnFfhvTSHeAHhULxzQRc1M5cLIXhfOklQ7sXthGWA1TGlv9jJ_0AxjhKJwwySsPM7q9NCnIy13HZ-pi1LApJrn9Xr02wbuoEzXHuRjwoEbBBrgW9xyCxb6QvH_DmeO0efnjz4/s320/DSCN5350.JPG" /></a></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMTz1SgjnFfhvTSHeAHhULxzQRc1M5cLIXhfOklQ7sXthGWA1TGlv9jJ_0AxjhKJwwySsPM7q9NCnIy13HZ-pi1LApJrn9Xr02wbuoEzXHuRjwoEbBBrgW9xyCxb6QvH_DmeO0efnjz4/s1600/DSCN5350.JPG"><div align="left"> </div></a><p></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoZlMo5JYU0GlRYN2urGKJtmTrlcsdJD-tJFT0S9gLOi2oJ6l6ZCA5SEYKj-M1EKDS2Lgj_5Zqkb371r8z1BDMaeNTRiZfbqD35o1mcgNFkVBoBFePKA8iDmZGYbEdxBIqAkK6lNjGVDk/s1600/DSCN5349.JPG"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5749189976734673154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoZlMo5JYU0GlRYN2urGKJtmTrlcsdJD-tJFT0S9gLOi2oJ6l6ZCA5SEYKj-M1EKDS2Lgj_5Zqkb371r8z1BDMaeNTRiZfbqD35o1mcgNFkVBoBFePKA8iDmZGYbEdxBIqAkK6lNjGVDk/s320/DSCN5349.JPG" /></a></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoZlMo5JYU0GlRYN2urGKJtmTrlcsdJD-tJFT0S9gLOi2oJ6l6ZCA5SEYKj-M1EKDS2Lgj_5Zqkb371r8z1BDMaeNTRiZfbqD35o1mcgNFkVBoBFePKA8iDmZGYbEdxBIqAkK6lNjGVDk/s1600/DSCN5349.JPG"><div align="left"> </div></a><p> </p>Sam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-9739110373166142612012-05-05T08:06:00.001-06:002012-05-05T08:06:13.563-06:00Brooklyn's Turning OneSo i saw some cute idea's on how to do some invites for brooklyn's bday and so i decided to make her a little outfit and take some 1yr old pics. 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I like this one cuz it looks like she's saying she's 1</div>
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This is her little cheerleader pose that she sits in alllll the time</div>
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Kyler kept adding more vinegar until it was gone. Good thing i didn't give him very much. Then he started to add the colors together to make a "Magic Potion" First we mixed red and blue and got purple then he just added the green. It ended up a deep purple color. He called it his Lightning McQueen Potion. (and yes ninja is peeing in the background)</div>
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Brooklyn enjoyed trying to get more out of the bottle once kyler was done. </div>
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I Decided this morning to make brooklyn a new swimsuit out of the left over material from making myself a new one. after a few adjustments and additions i think it turned out pretty cute.</div>
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Saying that i still haven't lost the weight i want sad fact but true but i'm most definatly healthy. Brooklyn is almost walking. She could walk if she wanted but mostly i think just doesn't want to because we want her to. Kyler is eating everything i swear if he eats like this as a teenager i'm going to have to buy a grocery store. the sun is coming out and i'm loving it. I think the kids are too. They go on my run's with me i push them in the stroller. Brooklyn love is kyler is getting a little sick of it so i have to keep pointing things out and finding different paths that so he's not bored. But its great. We keep trying to catch a frog but i swear everytime we bring stuff to catch it with they are never out. <br />
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Kurtis Just started fill week at work. This is where they turn on all the subsidiary water in the city and generally they have a lot of leaks from the pressure of filling them. He's been waking up at 4:30 to be to work at 5 and doesn't get off this around 5. But he also has school on tues and thurs so he pretty much hasn't been home this week at all. The kids are really missing daddy. and daddy is really tired. And its not going to get much better next week because he is on call next week. but other than that he's doing good. Saturday he ran 6 miles or 5 i can't remember and it only took 60 min. so thats good. He doesn't like to run but at least he's doing it to get ready for Ragnar<br />
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Kyler like i said is eating everything. he is in love with his uncle kevin since he got home, i mean seriously the kid never leaves his side. he's testing my patients as well but i think thats the age. He just upgraded from his cars bed into my old bunk bed. And since then he hasn't slept in our room once. its been great. Plus he love's his BIG bed. and the layout of his room. <br />
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Brooklyn is turning into a little girl she's not my baby anymore. Let me tell you i always thought kyler was a handfull she is way way way more of one. She love dogs, infact i think she is part dog and if you could hear her bark you might as well. She love to torment her brother and take his toys. and she loves water. I mean if there is anyone even close to the bathroom she goes and crawls in the tub and wants to play in the water. She also loves music she dances and sings sometimes but she is just as content as i am with music being on all day long. Oh she just got in her top two teeth now she has 4 teeth and can offically bit you to hurt you. Mostly she just tries to bit kyler and Ninja. She loves food and eats EVERYTHING. <br />
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Me: Well not a lot to tell i've been running and recently fell in love with my crockpot. i love putting stuff in in the morning and then not having to worry about dinner the rest of the day. Like i said i run 3 days a week and in the last 2 weeks have made it to 5 to 6 miles each on those days. another mile to go and i'll be at my longest run milage. only problem is i have to do more than that all in 2 days. anyway i've been selling some more on etsy or having some sales at least which is always nice. i might acutally have to start making some stuff again soon. Other than that just house projects and playing with the kids.<br />
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Here are some pics of the kids from easter. I made brooklyn dress and hair bows and kylers BYU Tie<br />
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My 1st Leg<br />
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My 3rd and Final LegSam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-55137915788348125862011-12-15T09:38:00.000-07:002011-12-15T09:38:18.645-07:00december<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ok so Here goes a December Rundown. We'll start with the latest 1st. I sold a Coat Just like the one in this picture just last night on etsy. </div>
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On monday we had Kurtis's work Party. Everyone went to Texas Roadhouse for Dinner then back to the office for cheese cake and a gift card exchange. It was pretty fun we both really enjoy the people he works with so its fun to get and spend some time with everyone when they aren't working. Plus we didn't have the kids so that was great.</div>
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We went to the BYU Basketball Game against Weber State with Kurtis's Grandpa and Grandma. It was sooooo Much fun. I always forget how much i really love basketball until i go to a game. I started loosing my voice by half time. Before the game we ate at Red Lobster. Oh so yummy and i ate entirely WAY to much. But i didn't want to take left overs and leave them in thier car during the game. During dinner i got to hear the story of how they met and it was really fun. We always have fun with Grandma and Grandpa Williams. Everyone says Kurtis is just like grandpa and i get told i'm like grandma in a lot of ways. But i can't think of anyone better to be like so thats great. <br />
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Brooklyn is crawling now the Morning after the big Wind Storm we had she started crawling for real instead of all the army crawling she did since she was 5 months. <br />
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And We had our Ward Christmas Party on the 3rd. It was really really well put together. when you walked into the ward they had all these appetizers in the foyer then you went into the gym where they had 4 or 5 rows of tables all decorated on the back wall there were all sorts of desserts all cutely decorated and they served dinner out of the kitchen. there was a craft area for the little kids. and for entertainment we played christmas Jepordy it was great. Then the bishop read the kids a story and in came santa. When the kids got to see santa kyler darted in after the 1st kid from way in the back to sit on santa's lap. That a Huge 180 from all the rest of the years he has been totally freaked out. It was a really nice break for the ward after so much had happend with the windstorm everyone was helping everyone out it was great. Infact kurtis left after he ate to go help one of the ladies he visit teaches to get her fence back up so she could let her dogs out while she's at work. Definatly a memerable time.</div>
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Other than that we have the Cousin Sleepover that kurtis's aunt does every year this friday and saturday morn. then we have a Ugly sweater party with some people in the ward on saturday. But after that we are free till saturday night when all of kurtis' dads side of the family gets together to do games and open presants and talents and such before grandpa reads the christmas story and we all go home for christmas.</div>
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I just wanted to take a min to thank my friends and family for there support. through out my life i have been really lucky to have some great friends who i don't always see all the time and infact really don't see hardly at all but.. they are always there when i need them even if i'm just having a breakdown when kyler writes on everything in permanant ink. They have been there to laugh with, to do stupid things with, and to cry with when i've needed and i want to thank them all for their love. </div>
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I also want to thank my family both sides. I am a true beleiver that your family is who you make it. Otherwise i really wouldn't be related to hardly anyone. But i have wonderful family everywhere. So thank you for your support and love for me and my family. We love you all and hope you have a Merry Christmas wherever you may be for the holidays.</div>
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Then a special thank you to my Missionary Brother in laws. Thank you for setting such a great example for my kids for the power of your testimonies and for the love you share to those that are around you. </div>
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-Kevin when you left i swear i said your name at least once a day. thanks for teaching kyler how to push up the cushions on the couch and jump on the couch. It was a great way to have me remember how much fun you had with him before you left. And how much we miss that when your out. I am so Excited for you to get home it has really hit me in the last 2 months that you'll be home so soon and i've been getting so excited for it. For you to meet brooklyn, for kyler to get to play with you again, and especially to see kia when you get back. You are such a strong great missionary and you are serving the lord in the way he would have you. YOU ARE his tool to find those who need his help and are seeking the light of Christ. Merry Christmas </div>
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-Karson: 1st i'm sorry i haven't written yet. I kinda feel like since you've been out not a ton has happned. But thats no excuse. We love you and are so excited for you. I'm excited about your new area and feel like things are going better for you. Kyler misses you, and is getting better at helping grandpa with the sheep and chickens. he will acutally get a pen away from the sheep now. lol. Know that what you are doing is exactly where you are supposed to be right now. The people you meet are there for a reason wheather it be for you to help them or for them to strengthen you. remeber that the refiners fire isn't always easy and but to "fear not and know that I am God".., for all flesh is in his hands and he knows what you need an when you need it. We Love you. Oh and i started watching glee and LOVE it. Merry Christmas Its not quite the same with out the Karson Elf at home but you get to let other people see the karson elf in ID. </div>
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Merry Christmas to everyone!!!Sam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-20331138189170302312011-12-03T08:40:00.001-07:002011-12-03T08:54:44.943-07:00How the Wind Tried to Steal Christmas Spirit<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Every Who in West Bountiful liked Christmas a lot…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">But the Wind, From the north, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He Did NOT!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The Wind hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! Now,
please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It could be that the Season was going just
right. Or It could be, Perhaps, it was the time of his might.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I think that the most likely reason of
all may have been that the wind comes any time at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">But, whatever the reason, the time or the season, He stood
there <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dec 1<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">st</span></sup> hating the
Whos, Staring down from Canada with a sour Windy front at the warm lighted
windows below in there town. For he knew every Who down in West Bountiful
beneath Was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“And They’re hanging their stockings!” he snarled with a
sneer. “This Month is for Christmas! It’s practically here!” Then he growled,
with his Wind Fingers nervously drumming, “I MUST find a way to keep the
Christmas Spirit from coming!” For, this Month, he knew….<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">… All the Who Girls and boys would spread Christmas cheer with
fun and with poise. They’d rush around giving goodies! And Then! Oh, the noise!
Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! That one thing he hated! The NOISE!
NOISE!NOISE! NOISE!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Then the Whos, young and old, would sit down to a feast. And
they’d feast! And they’d feast! And they” FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! They
would start with green Jell-O, and potatoes with cache valley cheese which was
something the Wind Couldn’t stand in the least.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And THEN they’d do something he liked least of all! Every
who in West bountiful, the tall and the small, would stand close together, with
Christmas bells ringing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They’d stand
hand in hand. And the Whos would start singing!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">They’d sing! And they’d Sing! AND they’d SING! SING! SING!
SING! And the more the wind thought of the Who-Christmas-Song the more the Wind
thought, “I MUST stop this whole thing! Why for 2011 years I’ve put up with it
now! I must Stop Christmas from coming! … but HOW?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Then he got an idea! And awful idea! THE WIND GOT A
WONDERFUL, AWFUL <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>IDEA! “I know just what
to do!” The Wind Laughed in his Throat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And he made a quick Map and grabbed his coat. And he chuckled and
clucked, “What a great Windy Trick! With this map I will get them real quick!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“All I need is some warm pressure and cold…” The Wind Looked
around, But since in Canada warm pressure is scarce, there was none to be
found.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Did that stop the Wind? NO! He
simply called up his friend, Santa Ana in Californy and told him this
story.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“see the Whos in West bountiful would love a Warm Christmas,
what a time it would be they could enjoy lemonade by the side of the Tree, they
could wear shorts and t-shirts instead of long johns and gloves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It would be so much fun and would show them
your love.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So Santa Ana smiled and said
“I’ll send them warm weather it will be my pleasure.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">THEN THE Wind jumped in his Sleigh and headed our way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">He said “Giddyap!” and the sleigh started down toward the
homes where the who’s lay a snooze in there town. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">All their windows were dark. Quiet filled the air. All the
Whos were dreaming sweet dreams without care when he came to the first house in
the square.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“This is stop number one,”
the old Windy Claus hissed and he climbed to the roof, emptiness in his fist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Then he slid round the chimney, a rather tight pinch, but if
Santa could do it, then so could the Wind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He got stuck only once, for a moment or two. Then the stuck his head out
through the fireplace he blew.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“These
Christmas lights” he grinned, “are the first things to go!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
around the whole house, and he took every present! Chairs! Balls! Bikes!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even Some Cars!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wreaking havoc on swing sets bending wires
and bars!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Then he slunk to the roof. And he looked at the home and started
gliding.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He took the Whos shingles, He
took the Whos Siding. He tore up the house as quick as a flash. Why, That Wind then
he started to Dash!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Then he dashed round and round with happiness and glee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“And NOW!” grinned the Wind, “I’ll get the
Tree!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And the Wind grabbed the tree, and he started to shove. When
he heard a small sound like a coo of a dove.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He turned round fast, and he saw a small Who! Little Kyler Anderson, Who
was Just over Two.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The Wind had been caught by this little who son who’d woke
out of bed from a sound like a gun. He stared at the Wind and Said, “Why are
you blowing the tree’s down? Why?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">But, You know, that old Wind was so smart and so slick He
thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick! “why, my sweet little tot, Do you
want a white Christmas or not?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Wind
Said ”You see the snow is at my house my dear. So I’m just trying to blow it
down here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And his fib fooled the child. Then he blew on his head and then
sent him to bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And when Kyler was in
bed all snuggled up, HE went back outside and pulled the tree up!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Then the last thing he took were the logs for the fire. Then
he went round the chimney, oh that old liar.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>On their house he left nothing but nails and some wire.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It was a quarter past noon… All the Whos,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>out bed , all staring unpleasant, when he
packed up his sled, packed it up with their presents! The Tree’s, and windows,
their cars, and their Power!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Three Thousand feet round! Up the side of hills, he made all
the towns look like landfills. He was Windishly humming.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“they’re finding out now no Christmas cheer
is coming! And I know just what they’ll do! Their mouths will hang open a
minute or two.. Then all the Whos in West bountiful will all cry BOO-HOO!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“that’s a noise,” grinned the Wind, “That I simply must hear!”
So he paused. And the Wind put a hand to his ear. And he did hear a sound
rising over the foe. It started in low. Then it started to Grow…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">But the sound wasn’t sad! Why, this sound sounded merry! It
couldn’t be so! But it WAS Merry! VERY!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">He stared down at West Bountiful! The Wind popped his eyes!
Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Every Who in West Bountiful, the tall and the small, was
helping out! Without any hesitation at all! He HADN’T Stopped the Christmas
spirit from coming! IT CAME! Somehow or another, it came just the same!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And the Wind, with his Wind-feet ice cold in the snow, stood
puzzling and puzzling: <br />
“how could it be so? It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came
without packages, boxes or bags!” and he puzzled for hours, till his puzzler
was sore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then the Wind thought of
something he hadn’t before! “maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a
store. “Maybe Christmas…perhaps...means a little bit more!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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that the Winds died down three sizes that day! And the minute he didn’t feel
them with so much fright, he whizzed with his load through the day and the
night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He brought in the snow and some fun
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Samantha AndersonSam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-66265506296144031572011-12-03T07:58:00.001-07:002011-12-03T08:00:47.423-07:00Who GotRan Over By a ReindeerKyler: "Grandma did you get run over by a reindeer?"<br />
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Welli dn't know if its been on any of your news stations i'm sure it will be soon. the state is trying to get it classified as a disaster area. To bring in the chirstmas season we had a hurrican with out water. The fastest the wind got was 102 mph in centerville where i shop only 2-3 miles away from my house. My town got the 2nd highest of it with gusts up to 92 mph. We were out of power for over 12 hrs and there are so many more people still without power i mean our whole area no power nothing open no gas stations open no stores nothing. When i went to smiths grocery store when i found out it was open they were giving away dried iced for peoples fridge and freezers. </div>
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I was awake pretty much the whole night the wind started at about 2:15 am and didn't die down at our house till about 9:30 am our. I was watching the news when the power went out at about 6:20 am and it came back on at our house at around 10pm. And we were sooo sooo sooo lucky. The only thing that happened at our house is that our back fence went over its gone. but people around us lost siding off there houses, shingles off there roofs trees toppeling over on garages and fences. Our neighbor alex's trampoline was on her side of the fence one time and then in the neighbors fence the next second i was watching when it happened. one of our neighbors's roof from there shed was completelly blown off. all in all everyone i know if ok nothing horrible happened to any of them. But we heard of peoples houses that are just demolished. Windows blown out of cars and houses, semi's blown over, full 3 story building being built that are now just a foundation, roofing from schools embedded in cars i mean just crazy. I'll get some pics up later but for now were just glad to get a good night of sleep and that we have power and heat back on. And were so thankful that all that happened to us was the fence we feel to lucky that nothing and i mean nothing else happened.</div>Sam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-60606873364501834732011-11-30T13:43:00.008-07:002011-12-02T08:21:36.079-07:00happenings this week<div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy8_EYpQxsOMwb6toxJl85TqiYvWv1dEgy1BGM0QOySnxTQaVOE3XwkN0L7HO1qeL0B7lVn0_ZThY_mT72kznmP_fcneWIGTJjvdZfs1X2ikAwGr1TL54zdZ1Z8kFt44DLDDNnQRMUb3w/s1600/DSCN4619.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680894913184258834" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy8_EYpQxsOMwb6toxJl85TqiYvWv1dEgy1BGM0QOySnxTQaVOE3XwkN0L7HO1qeL0B7lVn0_ZThY_mT72kznmP_fcneWIGTJjvdZfs1X2ikAwGr1TL54zdZ1Z8kFt44DLDDNnQRMUb3w/s320/DSCN4619.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>So I made two coats for brooklyn and that must have gotten me into a good mood because i acutally did my hair for probably the first time in over a month or longer. Anyway here are the two coats made them both in a day plus bonus the fabric i supposedly needed was to much so i have enough for 2 more coats so hopfully i can sell them on etsy. They aren't quite done yet i have to put the bottons on and by the way they are reversible.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXDd1-1Y1qmy9D6Rt5UfV4H6Re7EO9s2EchFrhM9oykxWqdo0aDBpGNVM9J6EgunYP23REydtxOePCqs3WDCJNgTLrI85xUX9HtugozGFKRHLFQAVGuF9hn7CwcvCnPbEhkeDxYAjqing/s1600/DSCN4599.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680894212223584066" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXDd1-1Y1qmy9D6Rt5UfV4H6Re7EO9s2EchFrhM9oykxWqdo0aDBpGNVM9J6EgunYP23REydtxOePCqs3WDCJNgTLrI85xUX9HtugozGFKRHLFQAVGuF9hn7CwcvCnPbEhkeDxYAjqing/s320/DSCN4599.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>This one is a Brown/purple/pink/white tweed with pink satin accent<br />
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</div>Sam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-21817916327156624182011-11-13T15:45:00.003-07:002011-11-13T16:08:05.232-07:00Brooklyn is 6 Months old<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQbYBoS5ir2kIpRiDzW39DaJoiY8OHswXhQGQj1Hpo_5APQyg8ijfqPYAqy8E7rPUb1gfkDToE6p8QPkE6sJn470-j5xmf3SpJhmdxnMgKu4ITinQ5yUiEsqmbRz6_eAQfYXzx9xiCNA/s1600/DSCN4469.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674620118950118786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQbYBoS5ir2kIpRiDzW39DaJoiY8OHswXhQGQj1Hpo_5APQyg8ijfqPYAqy8E7rPUb1gfkDToE6p8QPkE6sJn470-j5xmf3SpJhmdxnMgKu4ITinQ5yUiEsqmbRz6_eAQfYXzx9xiCNA/s320/DSCN4469.JPG" /></a> Oh Is that a Camera</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCafIsQr93FSc2GVYCOd4uq4CLLq8aadwAFpxiETshT-C4kpAHBzHVhyCZ1kNrjGFUd_VYxTsakGaeaO3HObwSaI-jPHF7uFyn848yNpO9n9-5q6sFeUfA6TjGvw-gdqA7PGarFahdLc/s1600/DSCN4541.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674620114690491666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCafIsQr93FSc2GVYCOd4uq4CLLq8aadwAFpxiETshT-C4kpAHBzHVhyCZ1kNrjGFUd_VYxTsakGaeaO3HObwSaI-jPHF7uFyn848yNpO9n9-5q6sFeUfA6TjGvw-gdqA7PGarFahdLc/s320/DSCN4541.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVFx7QL5olq9IIORyeAeXuOgd97eZeQJ_dayJxiYYDdU1lQkxbIPo5PSLzc0ZsnESZ79L-Sno8TNQq0zyU7rzpeXgQic-3Yg1SAJ4HS7dquIucy-BUmgpu_-tnw5P1X60xPJWDsdv8biU/s1600/DSCN4538.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 4px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 6px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674619550236658754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVFx7QL5olq9IIORyeAeXuOgd97eZeQJ_dayJxiYYDdU1lQkxbIPo5PSLzc0ZsnESZ79L-Sno8TNQq0zyU7rzpeXgQic-3Yg1SAJ4HS7dquIucy-BUmgpu_-tnw5P1X60xPJWDsdv8biU/s320/DSCN4538.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjauN-ZzC6ahAKB3uakXILaiHWBRFfVunZgQRjT075mEDR73RWqezed1XDbTLJucSpBe13sv1qAvYXMgv6B-M0BLqjY80ct36yjjZAQJLWIAMSqa76W4JpAatsQ5UdYCUH66zh3yUDlVTU/s1600/DSCN4557.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674619546998504306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjauN-ZzC6ahAKB3uakXILaiHWBRFfVunZgQRjT075mEDR73RWqezed1XDbTLJucSpBe13sv1qAvYXMgv6B-M0BLqjY80ct36yjjZAQJLWIAMSqa76W4JpAatsQ5UdYCUH66zh3yUDlVTU/s320/DSCN4557.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Give Me a Little Kiss<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNqEaAyiaTT9ENm4yG2MBf1mVbTFoTdQklzD9wBzpwnmZvT7ryqy4GlKNL99FwXpLmvOwrPkAzc5vzNkwbYV0REOufSnNulwzysUgsA-ijqnhUH-HXjSm0qss6GGh3DVSZkNMCYZ8Q-0/s1600/DSCN4565.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674619531708324690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNqEaAyiaTT9ENm4yG2MBf1mVbTFoTdQklzD9wBzpwnmZvT7ryqy4GlKNL99FwXpLmvOwrPkAzc5vzNkwbYV0REOufSnNulwzysUgsA-ijqnhUH-HXjSm0qss6GGh3DVSZkNMCYZ8Q-0/s320/DSCN4565.JPG" /></a> She Smiles for Daddy<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5p4o9-K_ZDGKY_YEYWgNEA8t56woVz3hXCcCHFzejG6kMhC3wd1BjaJ3QRdk0gxwyqSjMWvBYqREw9owmeMSVFnMAwBjNCwqSTixcm9iwBbP4hkJ94nW-YR6ElsUUI9D8ZAUBdm9muss/s1600/DSCN4568.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674619521569026962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5p4o9-K_ZDGKY_YEYWgNEA8t56woVz3hXCcCHFzejG6kMhC3wd1BjaJ3QRdk0gxwyqSjMWvBYqREw9owmeMSVFnMAwBjNCwqSTixcm9iwBbP4hkJ94nW-YR6ElsUUI9D8ZAUBdm9muss/s320/DSCN4568.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHP-UoC8Ns70F-FbjncXNyBN8WHlkdPOiKV-PdDIRJ89FdfaqgCiNEjOjlizvCA0dCj0B6DeLr2aOiNbPPDUTBmLM0vTk8KT1KfVpjT-qRQOqu8VuVIp9IDY1X2sOQa-iHRcqGN9IAnM8/s1600/DSCN4538.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674619515533277634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHP-UoC8Ns70F-FbjncXNyBN8WHlkdPOiKV-PdDIRJ89FdfaqgCiNEjOjlizvCA0dCj0B6DeLr2aOiNbPPDUTBmLM0vTk8KT1KfVpjT-qRQOqu8VuVIp9IDY1X2sOQa-iHRcqGN9IAnM8/s320/DSCN4538.JPG" /></a> Are We Done Yet</div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Sam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-58452663508159257462011-11-09T10:20:00.002-07:002011-11-09T10:23:41.314-07:00ragnar trainingok So for all of you that are intrested in me putting myself through missery to get into shape to run ragnar i started a sister blog to help keep me motivated. I'm posting everyday on it so i'm sure this blog will get a little neglected. but its all for a good thing anyway if you want to keep up with it it's in my blogs that i watch under ragnar or bust. which today i'm busted lol. anyway thankgoodness todays workout is over.<br /><br />So check it out leave me ideas or motivation. good food recipes or training ideas that would be great. thanks so much to all of you.<br /><br />SamSam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-43885244488389049932011-11-05T14:51:00.006-06:002011-11-05T15:04:05.864-06:001st snow Today<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIPdiFPghZ3UX4IoWhtGcUMT3PcoRxismHj2f5MdAGHnZ_7uk759lYyto273_eQswkNoLeUf-NX99-mTSvWFJSck_UfQDv_EMrXH5asFnItMTcjLa8wiwzHlUX2HDiP4FISqPLD81GnB0/s1600/DSCN4450.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671619725100130258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIPdiFPghZ3UX4IoWhtGcUMT3PcoRxismHj2f5MdAGHnZ_7uk759lYyto273_eQswkNoLeUf-NX99-mTSvWFJSck_UfQDv_EMrXH5asFnItMTcjLa8wiwzHlUX2HDiP4FISqPLD81GnB0/s400/DSCN4450.JPG" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center">1st Snow and kyler wanted to go outside. Good thing this year he has all is gear ready so he's not cold and can have fun. Not much snow but he sure had fun with it.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgya5KC_JfvN3kAFiAxcSizlK7A0Vy8on04O9RlDOnJNvfGyu-HeBQGS7EX4svctVo0zWmvt6IMSZS1rTa9ZvU6MRcfymdlu6DmwcQNyLEl95n6107JYtZwqKllz-nTRM89mF947ZapsZA/s1600/DSCN4459.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671618213985134802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgya5KC_JfvN3kAFiAxcSizlK7A0Vy8on04O9RlDOnJNvfGyu-HeBQGS7EX4svctVo0zWmvt6IMSZS1rTa9ZvU6MRcfymdlu6DmwcQNyLEl95n6107JYtZwqKllz-nTRM89mF947ZapsZA/s400/DSCN4459.JPG" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center">I managed to get a shot of some of it falling<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFvBbuljoqmjIu0mpmVx3OYW6iQtYwVKpSqMokghCOULUkl-khp0jSGBXizFmbTh1zBjZKlmYGi-zc5zXnWhXICBBRWaRkuO8gbErIDtvWIRldbymiZ9OQoDtTyC7m3cUU2v4o1fGlq8o/s1600/DSCN4454.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671618204469256034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFvBbuljoqmjIu0mpmVx3OYW6iQtYwVKpSqMokghCOULUkl-khp0jSGBXizFmbTh1zBjZKlmYGi-zc5zXnWhXICBBRWaRkuO8gbErIDtvWIRldbymiZ9OQoDtTyC7m3cUU2v4o1fGlq8o/s400/DSCN4454.JPG" /></a><br />Ninja ran out of the pic to fast he was trying to have a snowball fight with him. Though i don't know if you can call is a snowball fight when ninja can't fight back.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifhzwUeReHi5hqUFGKjzQrNRMT-DBFr-Ylt7RI68othJDNMpDwcOpmOsuVnf8nogrnN5GNncdFHNir6_BWj1K_dhL0se-jCi2khWx_GOEF6fGQtzKzyGBzN3ijr6p4mCHs0jsg_mYIiXY/s1600/DSCN4452.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671618199445195170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifhzwUeReHi5hqUFGKjzQrNRMT-DBFr-Ylt7RI68othJDNMpDwcOpmOsuVnf8nogrnN5GNncdFHNir6_BWj1K_dhL0se-jCi2khWx_GOEF6fGQtzKzyGBzN3ijr6p4mCHs0jsg_mYIiXY/s400/DSCN4452.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center">Brooklyn and i stayed inside nice and toasty. Then kyler finished is fun day playing in the snow with some nice "warm water" aka Hot chocolate.</div>Sam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-43621075544714501562011-11-05T10:33:00.004-06:002011-11-05T10:58:00.344-06:00Kyler's 1st BYU Game<div align="center">On october 22 we ended up all getting to go to the BYU Game Against Idaho State. Kurtis' uncle Kenny has season tickets and all his family couldn't go plus kurtis ended up getting Hunter's(cousin) ticket before and was going like a week before kyler and i were. It ended up that there was a almost a dozen of us family there. Kurtis grandpa has season tickets too so Kimly and Jon sat next to them. Plus we'll i'm not exactly sure how there realated i think its kurtis' great aunts sons daughter. if that isn't to confusing for you. anyway she plays the piccalo in the band and it was parents day so her parents were there too. Who would have thought i would get a tan on in the end of october.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhogdEmPOlzigjqybu7-F1kau_draGk3p4MGyrk_QbNbG0JlmsmEWHj72m4GHYlhJbkTtz_4yUKAwdxEGiPIRscVg-h_Qhl60Ha9FSHFDm4qqnESW4bf15Hcdn7aQ0yy4IP1-WZy9tQnXU/s1600/DSCN4398.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671553042527732482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhogdEmPOlzigjqybu7-F1kau_draGk3p4MGyrk_QbNbG0JlmsmEWHj72m4GHYlhJbkTtz_4yUKAwdxEGiPIRscVg-h_Qhl60Ha9FSHFDm4qqnESW4bf15Hcdn7aQ0yy4IP1-WZy9tQnXU/s320/DSCN4398.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center">kyler had to have his own seat to get in but he sat on grandma's lap most of the game. he was her date grandpa didn't want to go.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkxwjmPMAuLm1bWIe6pLfMIo1cSdHrd_X9lF0pq3y2-k-r7_CkLz1S9xl5gt9D8C1Wyjt1cy1WN8bW7E_YZ-3CuAYX-IbWn9v_VJbDf74U1NTcQMvfaR_zb9segvXyNWGTRQcB2N9cYhc/s1600/DSCN4396.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671553040235076210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkxwjmPMAuLm1bWIe6pLfMIo1cSdHrd_X9lF0pq3y2-k-r7_CkLz1S9xl5gt9D8C1Wyjt1cy1WN8bW7E_YZ-3CuAYX-IbWn9v_VJbDf74U1NTcQMvfaR_zb9segvXyNWGTRQcB2N9cYhc/s320/DSCN4396.JPG" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Cosmo Kyler's favorite person there,<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyphenhyphenThAg7zoY0tOzhnYBPrGPY80FWCQ0tm6J96aLhedvbsN0a04hBnDuTIqA6J5zK94pssv68isE4WEDtSz6K5CgA6d_AiyazkSV-W7xJptonD0vmB2h1Zk4M4lPka8PIsYlDLIHpwQ7go/s1600/DSCN4394.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671553029630512754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyphenhyphenThAg7zoY0tOzhnYBPrGPY80FWCQ0tm6J96aLhedvbsN0a04hBnDuTIqA6J5zK94pssv68isE4WEDtSz6K5CgA6d_AiyazkSV-W7xJptonD0vmB2h1Zk4M4lPka8PIsYlDLIHpwQ7go/s320/DSCN4394.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />The Beggining of the game<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6b5E_wytLDcMjdI92fFiDL9PG7Ub-beAeDfc_M2j7R1RlEjbRWdHxAmTrWOimeQMmmiBONWHQ6Y7JDv5mYo5Ap2vyQ5N7wW5ei9B-a7IrNqHBeJTBfPclW5ZTF2ZT6m_lhyY3DaMmnE/s1600/DSCN4389.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671551899824748546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6b5E_wytLDcMjdI92fFiDL9PG7Ub-beAeDfc_M2j7R1RlEjbRWdHxAmTrWOimeQMmmiBONWHQ6Y7JDv5mYo5Ap2vyQ5N7wW5ei9B-a7IrNqHBeJTBfPclW5ZTF2ZT6m_lhyY3DaMmnE/s320/DSCN4389.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFfGtJpmClgUCnb8UWGM4IgQSmkOjHw0UwEmhKpkX-8LhpKgQVWU63fx9eyaJvB7o3k44mB5NmuvHosRGa7R4cqjr5kE35ic2DqIS2elQmYt2ztHIKe9npUy3HzpXgsE07jhQeigkfGjU/s1600/DSCN4388.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671551890535415442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFfGtJpmClgUCnb8UWGM4IgQSmkOjHw0UwEmhKpkX-8LhpKgQVWU63fx9eyaJvB7o3k44mB5NmuvHosRGa7R4cqjr5kE35ic2DqIS2elQmYt2ztHIKe9npUy3HzpXgsE07jhQeigkfGjU/s320/DSCN4388.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Edwars Stadium before everyone got there<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD04KunBhGA0sAymwUo6htgVS5xx8mbzXvNSx8VmzVqabNMAsVDX-2DKm459MtOFXx-k_WwAspLp44Cj8MtCkceCQN1ZjT3HouTJaqt0WrTUVTSReGrdxVR4Z2-mpVVf481cDYedPUBiA/s1600/DSCN4384.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671551877212813890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD04KunBhGA0sAymwUo6htgVS5xx8mbzXvNSx8VmzVqabNMAsVDX-2DKm459MtOFXx-k_WwAspLp44Cj8MtCkceCQN1ZjT3HouTJaqt0WrTUVTSReGrdxVR4Z2-mpVVf481cDYedPUBiA/s320/DSCN4384.JPG" /></a><br />This is Kurtis, His uncle Kenny, and Mom Janet and kyler at our seats<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhOJH6j7ps9tbcBa5v_87od6-OaH-uW3QXrgQSjjLGhWPKvcvUNQgZVnwf-ynTLbAhJWQs2wms2RzmXqTSD7zgjsx403zEIEJTerIbMjkwQarjzlT6emgPIXHQkHw58elDjxUU40x6WUo/s1600/DSCN4382.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671551869608394082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhOJH6j7ps9tbcBa5v_87od6-OaH-uW3QXrgQSjjLGhWPKvcvUNQgZVnwf-ynTLbAhJWQs2wms2RzmXqTSD7zgjsx403zEIEJTerIbMjkwQarjzlT6emgPIXHQkHw58elDjxUU40x6WUo/s320/DSCN4382.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Grandpa Willams took us all to breakfast before the Game</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBTN16HMhqWqntrsCVVMXBmmvzhtiy14P_dZ6gLMAcI62qs6YlyaNbehH3rY7wOphuGbJ5ki9jg3q60TyHA90pW-tyuEezXzKWtE6dvnLXqliowCnWWKBVmX7MzqE0j-w8e-r0qggXTd4/s1600/DSCN4375.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671551864333901842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBTN16HMhqWqntrsCVVMXBmmvzhtiy14P_dZ6gLMAcI62qs6YlyaNbehH3rY7wOphuGbJ5ki9jg3q60TyHA90pW-tyuEezXzKWtE6dvnLXqliowCnWWKBVmX7MzqE0j-w8e-r0qggXTd4/s320/DSCN4375.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />This is Kyler doing the end of th Fight song his favorite part was after the song ends the cougar growls and he loved it. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><p align="center"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxUhZJjp7iAcw1XO1Ro1UpvDgSVZvc5Hvuj1qwBPHrrZsyGvBmSbFEnXs1MnJIVZ5VNGQW5pHvNTCtdEYV66g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Sam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817194928124071939.post-11075348095177335172011-11-05T10:05:00.003-06:002011-11-05T10:32:57.612-06:00OCTOBER<div align="center">We really quick the 2nd to last weekend in october got to go up to Kurtis' grandpa's cabin near Price UT. Kurtis loves to go there and they cabin is way nice. We bring a generator and it has a tv and dvd player so at night the kids got to watch a movie while we played games. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIxZDmB3u72F9uKf2stunO9ioFxh77GLWkWe-9Asd_rsNcSnpNSeLJTVRL03wFf3fXBzfOW4WBIYRnb-pv-vT1lvIvPMRSjBBL2ajSGW5J5p2cQvFFqjAp7IRuDskosaWk9ZMzvG3PjvU/s1600/DSCN4411.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671547066369023762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIxZDmB3u72F9uKf2stunO9ioFxh77GLWkWe-9Asd_rsNcSnpNSeLJTVRL03wFf3fXBzfOW4WBIYRnb-pv-vT1lvIvPMRSjBBL2ajSGW5J5p2cQvFFqjAp7IRuDskosaWk9ZMzvG3PjvU/s320/DSCN4411.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center">These are HUGE Petroglyphs way up on a rock face Kurtis said that when they were younger he and his brother tried to climb up to them and the closest they could get is where the trees are in the corner of the pic which was like 20 ft below them. He's convinced that they repeled to make them.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7g38T_6evP-7KiaN-pem5pFFM4sR8KUqQCWn4-m0hZoze09ztnWZXdadASdHzD3s-k2ZcHOqMoEUkCe9WpwudjaxQq20M-iZHnx5dU2sCy5NgYhrBtUVx3FQ04tx4BOWY8gpZPvMP_6w/s1600/DSCN4410.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671547060720592178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7g38T_6evP-7KiaN-pem5pFFM4sR8KUqQCWn4-m0hZoze09ztnWZXdadASdHzD3s-k2ZcHOqMoEUkCe9WpwudjaxQq20M-iZHnx5dU2sCy5NgYhrBtUVx3FQ04tx4BOWY8gpZPvMP_6w/s320/DSCN4410.JPG" /></a><br />These one's were just off the road i liked this one cuz i said it had a little mexican guy (or cowboy) in the lower left corner. </div><br /><div align="center">We saw all these on our LONG way home. we decided to take the back way out and it ended up taking us 2 hours to go 15 more miles. but we did get to see a lot of cool stuff.<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjEFhSUF78ZMEhRgcJ358jgim31AFUT33FB_iKAhq7UKrJZwba1dsnikBW9nLLmTZYMwdR27s-Q-tKyP_lRQt2CUBgCLpcnrX-6FHHjmI0nSgZtsRjXI861Ce4lYv3kSgivnbqMqiqEw/s1600/DSCN4400.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671545239570983890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjEFhSUF78ZMEhRgcJ358jgim31AFUT33FB_iKAhq7UKrJZwba1dsnikBW9nLLmTZYMwdR27s-Q-tKyP_lRQt2CUBgCLpcnrX-6FHHjmI0nSgZtsRjXI861Ce4lYv3kSgivnbqMqiqEw/s320/DSCN4400.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Here's a pic of 5 generations of andersons if you include the pic of Kurtis' great grandpa in the pic behind them.<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNBEerTil7PVgsBJ7UyFlSsKp4v1ucfD-tcuvdqQuea0rmmY52EjYC3-if_jXu49d7MwtlHNzawbyZmLDB7hRWBJ9BkkfZTipv7UAwWv32wMATi5zUzrc19G6A1SZfcMEukbUAfdMmKhw/s1600/DSCN4406.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671545228628799074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNBEerTil7PVgsBJ7UyFlSsKp4v1ucfD-tcuvdqQuea0rmmY52EjYC3-if_jXu49d7MwtlHNzawbyZmLDB7hRWBJ9BkkfZTipv7UAwWv32wMATi5zUzrc19G6A1SZfcMEukbUAfdMmKhw/s320/DSCN4406.JPG" /></a><br /><br />We went up for the Deer Hunt or that was the excuse anyway. They only saw like 3 deer the whole time and only one of those was a buck but We all had fun. This is kyler in his orange.<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgME4LZ0ZquckZr4wBL4uyiSVZIyZZjM7eLB4VvfZN_XaERwZIj_vxAcLgMlYEWDLSLl8nHw97NzYwE_RRiRafv2a35AhhZMFqfy7tnJzYvSMP8c_-uDVg96v4oEeXt1oHYW90VjZmFSNk/s1600/DSCN4404.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671545227635674034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgME4LZ0ZquckZr4wBL4uyiSVZIyZZjM7eLB4VvfZN_XaERwZIj_vxAcLgMlYEWDLSLl8nHw97NzYwE_RRiRafv2a35AhhZMFqfy7tnJzYvSMP8c_-uDVg96v4oEeXt1oHYW90VjZmFSNk/s320/DSCN4404.JPG" /></a><br />And yet again.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz1c09hRyZPQgfJaRjQx4u7vNGfqeSYFYGL7-4uRvLiLiVVVZq8ndrN8-lGlLmD6gAQJuoI6Na1Edit1q7gRjZDsSCY4zv6BmGxlkEaH3JsAYGZ-CdFEsG3uSagmZaGK7orMSsf1j_rT8/s1600/DSCN4403.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671545214745609874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz1c09hRyZPQgfJaRjQx4u7vNGfqeSYFYGL7-4uRvLiLiVVVZq8ndrN8-lGlLmD6gAQJuoI6Na1Edit1q7gRjZDsSCY4zv6BmGxlkEaH3JsAYGZ-CdFEsG3uSagmZaGK7orMSsf1j_rT8/s320/DSCN4403.JPG" /></a><br />This is Brooklyn after we got back from our hike. With her little rosey cheeks and nose. We went up to the top of the 1st ridge and were on our way back down when we found Kyler and Janet so we went back up with them. I was in my very "Best" hiking shoes. I ended up going up in my no traction $1 croc like clogs from walmart but hey no problems so it was all good.<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5M6V4hXVFD9vimzZFtvUlau2pzOarxYh__ixm4_hfF8rrWoelGdBk0TLaycNxuNr3TBCvEIANFTneGjiNEOxdkAxh8l45mT42XXTf6Nme1gZ75wr6cYHbHcBJtvZbJLVqlIDFioe4cOk/s1600/DSCN4402.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671545207524163666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5M6V4hXVFD9vimzZFtvUlau2pzOarxYh__ixm4_hfF8rrWoelGdBk0TLaycNxuNr3TBCvEIANFTneGjiNEOxdkAxh8l45mT42XXTf6Nme1gZ75wr6cYHbHcBJtvZbJLVqlIDFioe4cOk/s320/DSCN4402.JPG" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center">And this is her orange i figured since i was wearing an orange hat this should be enough orange for the both of us.</div>Sam and Kurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722698827841351735noreply@blogger.com0