<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595324737736067034</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:58:11.301-07:00</updated><category term='Intro'/><category term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Three Kids and a Mortgage</title><subtitle type='html'>Livin' the American Dream</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4595324737736067034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SCfEJDceObI/AAAAAAAAADE/kBkaBTEhR0A/S220/Adams+Family+Photo+-+de-dusted.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595324737736067034.post-4663504563850566657</id><published>2008-10-07T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:17:00.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOb6ZmgoXtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/cJBwP16jMLA/s1600-h/IMG_6189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOb6ZmgoXtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/cJBwP16jMLA/s400/IMG_6189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253161333115346642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I realized that the picture we have of our kids that sits on our entry table is a little outdated.  Christian is a baby for heaven's sake!  I guess when you walk by something a million times a day you tend to not really "see" it until one day it jumps out at you and screams "hey...pay attention woman!"  Well, I have been meaning to get the kids pictures done since Maddie was baptized (LAST MARCH!) but have procrastinated until now.  I finally called Heather (my amazing sis-in-law, friend, resident photographer) to come to my rescue, and boy did she ever!  The pictures turned out great!  I keep telling Heather that she really needs to start charging for her photography services.  I mean she has the gear, has taken classes, knows how to use photoshop, has a great artistic eye, knows how to tell people what to do (as in how to pose), and relates great with kids.  You would think that it would be a no-brainer.  I know one of these days she is going to become a "professional" (as in gets paid) instead of an "amateur" and we will be begging for her time and expertise.  But for now I am so glad that she is willing to come take pictures of my kids and I can always say "I knew her when..." in the future when she is a super-busy, in-demand photographer.  Thanks Heather.  You are awesome!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few of our favorites (for those of you who don't follow Heather's blog and haven't seen them yet!)  There are a few of Maddie in her Baptism dress along with the rest of the "casual" photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ferikandbritt%2Falbumid%2F5254251156343281121%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason a few of these photos ended up a bit blurry when I "stole" them from Heathers blog and I don't really know why???  Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4595324737736067034-4663504563850566657?l=threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com/feeds/4663504563850566657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4595324737736067034&amp;postID=4663504563850566657' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4595324737736067034/posts/default/4663504563850566657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4595324737736067034/posts/default/4663504563850566657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-photo-shoot_07.html' title='Fall Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SCfEJDceObI/AAAAAAAAADE/kBkaBTEhR0A/S220/Adams+Family+Photo+-+de-dusted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOb6ZmgoXtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/cJBwP16jMLA/s72-c/IMG_6189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595324737736067034.post-4793751728231134067</id><published>2008-10-06T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:15:41.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooo..GROSS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOpT5XIGHpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qjkak1TA41U/s1600-h/IMG_3898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOpT5XIGHpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qjkak1TA41U/s400/IMG_3898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254104160206724754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received a call from Maddie's teacher last friday.  This is what she said:  "We have a child who is ill and I need you to bring Maddie some new clothes."  I thought this comment was a little vague, so I asked for clarification.  Come to find out the girl sitting next to Maddie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THREW UP&lt;/span&gt; and it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOT ON MADDIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Oooo...GROSS!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4595324737736067034-4793751728231134067?l=threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com/feeds/4793751728231134067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4595324737736067034&amp;postID=4793751728231134067' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4595324737736067034/posts/default/4793751728231134067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4595324737736067034/posts/default/4793751728231134067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com/2008/10/oooogross.html' title='Oooo..GROSS!'/><author><name>Britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SCfEJDceObI/AAAAAAAAADE/kBkaBTEhR0A/S220/Adams+Family+Photo+-+de-dusted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOpT5XIGHpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qjkak1TA41U/s72-c/IMG_3898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595324737736067034.post-8651575908647200943</id><published>2008-09-30T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:01:32.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>OK...We're Back!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!  I know that you all thought that we had disappeared from the blogging world, but we were never really gone.  We have been here all the time "blog-stalking" all of you.  We have, however, decided to at least post a few pictures now and then, and occasionally we may even comment.  As many of you know, I have mixed feelings about the whole blogging thing...so please, no one set their expectations too high.  Erik actually created this blog, but since March he has been way to...what's the word...I don't know, maybe preoccupied to do much with it.  So, that leaves me to take care of this site.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of my favorite blog sites are witty and funny, and I would love this blog to be just that.  However, I am not witty nor funny, so I am counting on all of you to make witty and funny comments to keep this blog somewhat interesting.  We'll see how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since there is waaaay too much "stuff" to catch up on, I am just going to start from here.  Who has time for the guilty comments that run through my head like "I just realized that I haven't taken any pictures of my family for the last two years!"  Yeah, that's us.  I am counting on all my sisters-in-law and mom to document my family for me.  You know who you are...you camera toting, picture taking freaks!  Anyway...on to the good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;LIFE IN REVIEW...at least the last few weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(brace yourselves - it's a long one!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have basically played the last few weeks (actually, the whole summer.)  We went to California with my family and had a great time.  On the way there we stopped in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;St. George&lt;/span&gt; for a few days.  The pool was fun.  I have mixed feelings about Erik getting his workout by throwing our children into the air. LOL!  What happened to his "injured" shoulder that I have been hearing about all year...?  And what about the poor, innocent children...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKKjBd09xI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dJKbgX7_USU/s1600-h/IMG_3695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKKjBd09xI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dJKbgX7_USU/s400/IMG_3695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251912449761015570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maddie...she thinks things through.  Notice she is holding her nose even before she hits the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKKjQIrhWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LE2d0oSqPT8/s1600-h/IMG_3704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKKjQIrhWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LE2d0oSqPT8/s400/IMG_3704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251912453698848098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parker "air-running"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKi7zTaA6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/2YekcOd8Dpc/s1600-h/IMG_3684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKi7zTaA6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/2YekcOd8Dpc/s400/IMG_3684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251939263735006114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christian "lovin' life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKKjsAG7LI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9fmptW6v8Oc/s1600-h/IMG_3670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKKjsAG7LI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9fmptW6v8Oc/s400/IMG_3670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251912461179088050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erik is tired after launching the little ones...and the one that is as tall as I am and wears a men's size 8 shoe at the age of 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKKkJF6cUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KE94t19AGC4/s1600-h/IMG_3671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKKkJF6cUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KE94t19AGC4/s400/IMG_3671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251912468988064066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kiddles are tired too...they like to chill in the hot tub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After chillin' in St. George for a few days we finally made it to Southern California.  We stopped at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Brady &amp;amp; Nicki's house&lt;/span&gt; in Riverside for Sunday dinner.  It was so fun to see them.  They fed us great food and their new house is so cute.  We are glad that we now have a "real" excuse to visit Cali a little more often.  And yes...for you camera freaks, we forgot to take pictures.  Oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;On to Disneyland!&lt;/span&gt;  Yeah!  We love disneyland.  We spent one day with our own little family and two days with my parents, Brady, Nicki, the twins (Talmage &amp;amp; Ella), Chad, Bethany, and Sophia.  We had a "magical" time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKKkQGmODI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zb9IJmiPWUk/s1600-h/IMG_3830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKKkQGmODI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zb9IJmiPWUk/s400/IMG_3830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251912470869981234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The obligatory family pose in front of the Disneyland Castle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKi8A5-pWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Skcp0uwxpZQ/s1600-h/IMG_3855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKi8A5-pWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Skcp0uwxpZQ/s400/IMG_3855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251939267386451298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I can't wait for the fresh, sweet scent of Disneyland"  Maddie exclaims as we drive into the parking lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKi8wvye9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/LqenbiWI3D0/s1600-h/IMG_3728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKi8wvye9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/LqenbiWI3D0/s400/IMG_3728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251939280228613074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a few hours &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; sufficient Churros or Cotton Candy...Maddie begins to melt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKi8djDQtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ew3uWiqeVxc/s1600-h/IMG_3720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKi8djDQtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ew3uWiqeVxc/s400/IMG_3720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251939275074912978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All is well again...after a Churro, cotton candy, and popcorn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKi8zrsTTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DoTRgqYXy0w/s1600-h/IMG_3722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKi8zrsTTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DoTRgqYXy0w/s400/IMG_3722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251939281016737074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I included this photo because I just realized that if I am left partway out of the frame I actually don't look too bad. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKoVMKVbaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sEixgtKBH_g/s1600-h/IMG_3744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKoVMKVbaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sEixgtKBH_g/s400/IMG_3744.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251945197462711714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and this shot isn't too bad either!  Hubba Hubba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKoVT1YNTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KVEHLkmpUfE/s1600-h/IMG_3772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKoVT1YNTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KVEHLkmpUfE/s400/IMG_3772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251945199522297138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little cutie with Mater.  By the way...we actually have a real life "Mater" that lives in my friend's driveway.  Every time we drive by and see the old truck they are restoring Christian says "look Mom, it's Mater!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKoVlqmi7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/HKyvXZgHgwQ/s1600-h/IMG_3820.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKoVlqmi7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/HKyvXZgHgwQ/s400/IMG_3820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251945204308937650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erik, Parker, Chad, Maddie, and my Dad on Grizzly Rapids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKoVy-FCeI/AAAAAAAAALE/p75OYgqZm5o/s1600-h/IMG_3850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKoVy-FCeI/AAAAAAAAALE/p75OYgqZm5o/s400/IMG_3850.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251945207880288738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I'm tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKoWAVG4jI/AAAAAAAAALM/IHkruBRvWi0/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKoWAVG4jI/AAAAAAAAALM/IHkruBRvWi0/s400/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251945211466539570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little family on Space Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKt1lj9oBI/AAAAAAAAALU/5VwXeVfzlps/s1600-h/IMG_3853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKt1lj9oBI/AAAAAAAAALU/5VwXeVfzlps/s400/IMG_3853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251951251595042834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Jeanne with Sophia (she is so dang cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKt1z1x6-I/AAAAAAAAALc/xYsA86vslTw/s1600-h/IMG_3865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKt1z1x6-I/AAAAAAAAALc/xYsA86vslTw/s400/IMG_3865.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251951255427869666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bethany, Sophia, &amp;amp; Chad on Dumbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKt2NFjwfI/AAAAAAAAALk/YxkTvCJMH5g/s1600-h/IMG_3829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKt2NFjwfI/AAAAAAAAALk/YxkTvCJMH5g/s400/IMG_3829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251951262204936690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Jeanne with Ella, and Nicki with Talmage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKt2pesj1I/AAAAAAAAALs/salNNqsf5P8/s1600-h/IMG_3832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKt2pesj1I/AAAAAAAAALs/salNNqsf5P8/s400/IMG_3832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251951269826563922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The twins:  Ella &amp;amp; T-ray.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They may have had enough of the Magic Kingdom by this point in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKt2xpfCgI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hqOZaANLgSM/s1600-h/IMG_3880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKt2xpfCgI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hqOZaANLgSM/s400/IMG_3880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251951272019298818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ella, Maddie, &amp;amp; Christian  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute Kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of the highlights of Disneyland was the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Star Wars Jedi Training.&lt;/span&gt;  The kids were "chosen" to be taught in the ways of the force.  All three of them were given a light saber and a jedi-robe and then learned some moves just in case...  Little did we know that they would need those moves so soon...(que dark star wars music.)  Out of nowhere our kids were all of  a sudden in a death match with Darth Vader and Darth Maul.  Of course...our kids won in the end.  It was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKyHbd8UsI/AAAAAAAAAL8/J_4RhTAN6jY/s1600-h/IMG_3909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKyHbd8UsI/AAAAAAAAAL8/J_4RhTAN6jY/s400/IMG_3909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251955956169593538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christian, Maddie, and Parker excited to have been chosen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKyHn9chuI/AAAAAAAAAME/r9EyN-H8UP4/s1600-h/IMG_3919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKyHn9chuI/AAAAAAAAAME/r9EyN-H8UP4/s400/IMG_3919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251955959522952930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The evil Darth Vader...dum, dum, dum,   dum,da, dum,   dum, da, dum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sandwiched in between Disneyland days, we headed off to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;the Beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; was awesome...although it really wasn't that sunny of a day.  The kids loved playing in the sand, collecting sea shells, and chasing waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKyH8Yr6mI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E2CTNBDhdMg/s1600-h/IMG_3774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKyH8Yr6mI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E2CTNBDhdMg/s400/IMG_3774.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251955965005916770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christian being a "typical" little brother and throwing sand at Maddie.  If you look closely you can see Maddie's funny expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKyIEcFzAI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bYldp_K5u00/s1600-h/IMG_3787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKyIEcFzAI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bYldp_K5u00/s400/IMG_3787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251955967167679490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It looks like Maddie can hold her own when it comes to throwing sand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKyIcJ0TvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XuV64HyP_-w/s1600-h/IMG_3791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKyIcJ0TvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XuV64HyP_-w/s400/IMG_3791.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251955973533486834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parker finding "mollusks" growing on this shell.  Cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOK66uwHH6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/o6wm8sE73Fc/s1600-h/IMG_3792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOK66uwHH6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/o6wm8sE73Fc/s400/IMG_3792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251965633612423074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOK664VSL0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/NZjJ650LtLI/s1600-h/IMG_3793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOK664VSL0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/NZjJ650LtLI/s400/IMG_3793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251965636184256322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parker and Maddie with Grandpa Dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOK67HCw96I/AAAAAAAAAM0/e9BEy7vTZNE/s1600-h/IMG_3795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOK67HCw96I/AAAAAAAAAM0/e9BEy7vTZNE/s400/IMG_3795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251965640133113762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What an AWESOME Dad.  Aren't I lucky to have such a great guy that loves me and our kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOK67P8j1qI/AAAAAAAAAM8/JrGZPBuM6Q4/s1600-h/IMG_3797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOK67P8j1qI/AAAAAAAAAM8/JrGZPBuM6Q4/s400/IMG_3797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251965642523006626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Jeanne &amp;amp; Grandpa Dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Dad has had many health problems this past year, the most recent being West Nile Virus.  He is virtually always in pain.  He was such a trooper during our whole vacation, even though it was hard on him.  And of course, my Mom is amazing too...always taking great care of my Dad.  I love you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;California was AWESOME!  It was a great vacation and we truly did get to relax and have a ton of fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...now onto our next adventure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CABIN FEAVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks to Cam &amp;amp; Shaunee we were invited to a great cabin near Park City for the weekend.  It was great to spend time with most of Erik's family.  Here are some highlights:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOK67TxuIZI/AAAAAAAAANE/4bFe1RBdZ7M/s1600-h/IMG_3940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOK67TxuIZI/AAAAAAAAANE/4bFe1RBdZ7M/s400/IMG_3940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251965643551285650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maddie, Erik, Christian, and Britt on Shane's 4-wheeler.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids love the "roller coaster" trail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOLgnmWPOLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/GAgAGKJR36I/s1600-h/IMG_4000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOLgnmWPOLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/GAgAGKJR36I/s400/IMG_4000.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252007086380759218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yah, that's my man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOLfvbP6zNI/AAAAAAAAANM/H65iqgp1REA/s1600-h/IMG_3939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOLfvbP6zNI/AAAAAAAAANM/H65iqgp1REA/s400/IMG_3939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252006121328790738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is there anything sweeter than this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOLfvidRNaI/AAAAAAAAANU/Mzjz_QSuHBU/s1600-h/IMG_3944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOLfvidRNaI/AAAAAAAAANU/Mzjz_QSuHBU/s400/IMG_3944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252006123263833506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...or this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Syd, Parker, Krissy, Maddie, Paige, Christian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOLfv-WxEXI/AAAAAAAAANc/-4VbqIreleM/s1600-h/IMG_3945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOLfv-WxEXI/AAAAAAAAANc/-4VbqIreleM/s400/IMG_3945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252006130752754034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The absolutely beautiful scenery.  WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOLfwJPZODI/AAAAAAAAANk/dDYiFtMk8pI/s1600-h/IMG_3947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOLfwJPZODI/AAAAAAAAANk/dDYiFtMk8pI/s400/IMG_3947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252006133674620978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Shane with Emma and Maddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOLfwaEeAbI/AAAAAAAAANs/Y61PjSfvfPs/s1600-h/IMG_3946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOLfwaEeAbI/AAAAAAAAANs/Y61PjSfvfPs/s400/IMG_3946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252006138192200114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike Stubbs followed along in this little car.  We were all amazed at the terrain he was going on.  Who needs a 4-wheeler when you have a Suzuki X-90?  Way to go Mike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a fun weekend.  We laughed and played so hard.  I have to say that when we returned home Sunday morning we were VERY tired.  I had a hard time keeping my eyes open during sacrament meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,  I am tired of writing this post, and I am sure that you are tired of reading it, so I am signing off for now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4595324737736067034-8651575908647200943?l=threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com/feeds/8651575908647200943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4595324737736067034&amp;postID=8651575908647200943' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4595324737736067034/posts/default/8651575908647200943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4595324737736067034/posts/default/8651575908647200943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com/2008/09/okwere-back.html' title='OK...We&apos;re Back!!!'/><author><name>Britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SCfEJDceObI/AAAAAAAAADE/kBkaBTEhR0A/S220/Adams+Family+Photo+-+de-dusted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SOKKjBd09xI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dJKbgX7_USU/s72-c/IMG_3695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595324737736067034.post-8686941595308072216</id><published>2008-03-20T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:18:33.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Z w/ Easy E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/R-MnP4zjVPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TRWtQqF2INk/s1600-h/IMG_2948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/R-MnP4zjVPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TRWtQqF2INk/s400/IMG_2948.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180027150306333938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Thank you Hollie for bringing me in the inner circle of  "tagging!"  I hope you will all let your children continue to spend time at my house after reading this. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;A-attached or single&lt;/span&gt;: Attached.  More appropriately stated, "She's drawn to me like flies on stink!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;B-best friends&lt;/span&gt;: Brittany, the kids, my brothers (this includes my brother-in-laws who are just like brothers), my Sister-in-laws, all their kids, both sets of parents, many of my co-workers (whom I view as family), my "blue blanket," and my pair of skis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;C-cake or pie&lt;/span&gt;: Yes!  Do I have to choose.  I like white cake w/ cream cheese frosting, and Brittany's banana cream pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;D-day of choice&lt;/span&gt;: Wednesday's because it is "hump day," and who doesn't like hump day!  I also like Thursday night (Kyle will understand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;E-essential item(s)&lt;/span&gt;: Deodorant, eye cream, my jackets, iPod, my planner, cell phone, box of Better Cheddars, a Box of Captain Crunch w/ Crunch Berries, Oreo's and milk, my wallet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;F-favorite color&lt;/span&gt;: Red!  It describes my personality, my alma mater (The University of Utah) and the fact that I see the world in bright colors.  Ironically I've been told I look good in blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;G-gummy worms or bears&lt;/span&gt;: Neither.  I was creeped out when I ate a bunch of gummy bears one time and had them re-appear 24 hours later after using the "facility!"  It was disturbing when they were looking back up at you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;H-hometown&lt;/span&gt;: Orem, UT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I-indulgence&lt;/span&gt;: Shopping for clothes, playing golf, skiing, cycling, at times playing with Spreadsheets (I know that is wierd), and sitting w/ Brittany watching shows recorded on TIVO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;J-January or July&lt;/span&gt;: January, the Powder is fantastic and the crowds from the Holiday have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;K-kids&lt;/span&gt;: Three to be exact.  Parker, Maddie, and Christian.  All three incredibly unique children with fascinating personalities.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;L-life is incomplete without&lt;/span&gt;: Dr. Pepper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;M-marriage date&lt;/span&gt;: June 30, 1994.  Yes, we are approaching 14 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;N- number of siblings&lt;/span&gt;: 6 brothers, a sister, 4 brother-in-laws, 7 sister-in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;O-oranges or apples&lt;/span&gt;: Apples from Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;P-phobias or fears&lt;/span&gt;: Bears, Failure, and people with Hairy Moles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Q-quotes&lt;/span&gt;: Thoreau, and Christian.  We refer to him as "Quotable Christian."  His latest quote was, "I used to eat from my Mom's one of those!" - This was in response to him walking in on my Sister-in-law, Nicki, as she was breast feeding her baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;R-reason to smile&lt;/span&gt;: Profits, sunsets, kids playing, fast snow, downhills, Arrested Development, and Thursday Night (Again, Kyle will appreciate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;S-season&lt;/span&gt;: Fall, because of the Beauty, Pre-Ski Season, Golfing, Vacations to Southern California, time to pull the jackets out (Those of you who know me know that I love jackets!), Holiday time, and Brittany's soup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;T-tag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;: I Tag Spencer and Kyle because I know they are both "bloggers" at heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;U-unknown fact about me&lt;/span&gt;: I have a secret crush on Sydney Bristow.  Let me make this clear, I do not like Jennifer Garner, only Sydney Bristow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;V-very favorite stor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;:  Nordstrom, Park's Sportsman, and most book stores in airports across America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;W-worst habit&lt;/span&gt;: Pulling on my hair when it is long!  Very annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;X-x-ray, ultrasound, or mammogram&lt;/span&gt;: Ultrasound for sure!  Yes ladies, I have experienced ultrasounds.  Like many of you I have experienced a "Child Birth" of sorts.  I've passed 7 kidney stones in the past 10 years.  I was even asked if I would like to have an epidural on the first one.  As the doctor asked that question I thought, "I'll hit him if I know he is messing with me down there and I am awake to see it!"  Never the less, I had him put me out and surgically remove it.  So for all you ladies who think I don't understand, well, I've got the stretch marks to proof it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Y-your favorite food&lt;/span&gt;: Nicolatalia Pizzeria and Cafe Rio.  I also really like just about any soup that Brittany makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Z-Zodiac&lt;/span&gt;: Scorpio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4595324737736067034-8686941595308072216?l=threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com/feeds/8686941595308072216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4595324737736067034&amp;postID=8686941595308072216' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4595324737736067034/posts/default/8686941595308072216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4595324737736067034/posts/default/8686941595308072216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com/2008/03/z-w-easy-e.html' title='A-Z w/ Easy E'/><author><name>Britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SCfEJDceObI/AAAAAAAAADE/kBkaBTEhR0A/S220/Adams+Family+Photo+-+de-dusted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/R-MnP4zjVPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TRWtQqF2INk/s72-c/IMG_2948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595324737736067034.post-609598246166095685</id><published>2008-03-09T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T15:26:03.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddie Turned 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/R9Ra_w6gAKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2PmAG-hVViM/s1600-h/IMG_3477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/R9Ra_w6gAKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2PmAG-hVViM/s200/IMG_3477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175861923264069794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the event has come and gone, I figured I would post a few thoughts and pictures since I still have the "I am new to blogging" card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't be prouder of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Maddie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and her decision to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;baptized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  It was a wonderful day and most of our family was able to be there.  I performed the baptism, although I had a couple people in the wings in case I was unable to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"go come game time!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)  I do need to ask, "Was it wrong for me to submerse myself completely with her?"  I just thought I could use the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;cleansing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, it was a fantastic day and we are so fortunate to have so many family and friends living so close who could share this great day with us.  We &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you all and are grateful for your support of our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4595324737736067034-609598246166095685?l=threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com/feeds/609598246166095685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4595324737736067034&amp;postID=609598246166095685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4595324737736067034/posts/default/609598246166095685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4595324737736067034/posts/default/609598246166095685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com/2008/03/maddie-turned-8.html' title='Maddie Turned 8'/><author><name>Britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SCfEJDceObI/AAAAAAAAADE/kBkaBTEhR0A/S220/Adams+Family+Photo+-+de-dusted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/R9Ra_w6gAKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2PmAG-hVViM/s72-c/IMG_3477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595324737736067034.post-3870208080387467709</id><published>2008-03-09T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:33:23.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Experienced at the Last Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/R9igeg6gAOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PgXmtmHUAI8/s1600-h/IMG00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/R9igeg6gAOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PgXmtmHUAI8/s200/IMG00015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177064217754206434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/R9igVQ6gANI/AAAAAAAAACs/6Ll74cCsSFg/s1600-h/Digital+Booklet+-+Exile+On+Mainstream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/R9igVQ6gANI/AAAAAAAAACs/6Ll74cCsSFg/s200/Digital+Booklet+-+Exile+On+Mainstream.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177064058840416466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/R9igMg6gAMI/AAAAAAAAACk/trDQBYoqbcs/s1600-h/IMG00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/R9igMg6gAMI/AAAAAAAAACk/trDQBYoqbcs/s200/IMG00011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177063908516561090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/R9iccg6gALI/AAAAAAAAACY/LVIAthW1mys/s1600-h/Digital+Booklet+-+Exile+On+Mainstream.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/R9RNOQ6gAGI/AAAAAAAAABs/OLiaC4eyHHY/s1600-h/IMG00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/R9RMtQ6gAFI/AAAAAAAAABk/gYuQuKmKbeY/s1600-h/IMG00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/R9RMPg6gAEI/AAAAAAAAABc/kYAJCSwVX2g/s1600-h/Matchbox-twenty-w02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/R9QvtA6gADI/AAAAAAAAABU/xi190RQ6laA/s1600-h/IMG00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/R9QuqQ6gACI/AAAAAAAAABM/zcd7_sWRhh4/s1600-h/IMG00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to be creatures of habit.  We yearn for consistency, stability and predictability.  So when life throws you curve balls it can be good or bad.  On Thursday night we experienced the good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends and neighbors, Jen and Hyrum Knapp, called me as I was driving home from work and asked if Britt and I were able to attend the Matchbox 20 concert with them.  We scrambled, found a babysitter (Thanks Cassi), and headed to the E-Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have not attended a "real" concert in quite a long time.  Sure, we saw Richard Marx at the Scera Shell this summer, but I'm not sure that counted.  In fact, I think the last "real" concert I saw was Depeche Mode in 1994.  We saw Styx, Journey and REO Speedwagen a few years back as well, but they are all in their 50's now, so again didn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening act was Alanis Morisette.  She was a far cry from her 90's rocker image.  She sang all the classics, finished, and then was apperently on her way to be inducted into the National Canadian Hall of Fame (It is all I can do to not provide commentary on that!  Come on, "Canadian Hall of Fame!  That's like an oxymoron.).  The concert broke and we went for a drink and some nachos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon our return the stage was set and the band was getting ready to come on.  They opened the concert with "How Far We've Come."  A smashing hit that got the crowd riled up and ready to party.  They played for a little more than two hours and it was a lot of fun.  Britt and I felt like teenagers again, although we were ready to get home and find some tylenol to cure the headache from the noise.  Thanks to Jen and Hyrum for reminding us that concerts can be a lot of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4595324737736067034-3870208080387467709?l=threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com/feeds/3870208080387467709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4595324737736067034&amp;postID=3870208080387467709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4595324737736067034/posts/default/3870208080387467709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4595324737736067034/posts/default/3870208080387467709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-experienced-at-last-minute.html' title='Life Experienced at the Last Minute'/><author><name>Britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SCfEJDceObI/AAAAAAAAADE/kBkaBTEhR0A/S220/Adams+Family+Photo+-+de-dusted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/R9igeg6gAOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PgXmtmHUAI8/s72-c/IMG00015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595324737736067034.post-7278554306036851857</id><published>2008-03-07T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:59:54.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour de St. George</title><content type='html'>We all sat in "Ah" as we watched Lance Armstrong win his 7th straight Tour de France.  Maybe some of us watched those moments and thought, "What's the big deal?"  Well friends, let me tell you, I experienced what the big deal was on February 23rd.  Myself, Kyle (My Brother), Brady and Chase (My Brother-in-laws), and Jeff (My Wife's cousin) all headed down to St. George to ride the "St. George Century."  This is a 100 mile bike ride from Bloomington Utah all the way to the mouth of Zion National Park and back.  Last year I attempted this ride and was unable to finish, and so this year I was not going to let that happen again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our journey that morning with great anticipation of what the day would hold.  With excitement, we went to the alleged starting gate and found that no one was there.  We were in the wrong place.  So with some quick scrambling we found ourselves back on track, but just a little late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dismounted the bikes from our trusty Sport Utility Vehicle (OK, my mini van) and quickly scurried on our way.  We were fresh, our legs were ready and our spirits were good.  And then...tragedy!  Our resident expert cyclist, Jeff, went down on mile three due to some wet roads.  As he lay there I thought, "Maybe this is our out...we won't have to finish the ride.  Man Down!"  But to no avail.  Jeff gallantly  rose from his incident and saddled himself back on the bike and began to lead us back up the road.  It was truly a feat of bravery!  Well done Jeff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride was going well until we hit mile 54.  We had just experienced an excruciating climb and were headed into Springdale, UT when I felt myself "Hit the Wall."  About this same time my brother-in-law Brady was in the same boat.  We looked at each other as if to say, "I'm comfortable laying my bike down and snuggling with you if you are comfortable with it!?"  But no, we kept riding.  As we continued, the fatigue and pain continued and there were moments where I felt delirious.  It was in those moments I believe I saw my deceased ancestors running along side me pushing me up the hill. :)  But we kept riding.  Mile 58 brought a much needed rest stop to eat some food and pop some ibuprofen.  With nutrition and drugs surging through my system, things were looking up.  We had reached the half way mark, and our most debilitating climbs were behind us. And then mile 97 hit!  Now at mile 97 you think that you are through the worst of it.  At mile 97 the motivational music starts playing in your head.  At mile 97 endorphins kick in that create a sense of accomplishment that you have achieved the unachievable.  But no, at mile 97 we were faced with ANOTHER CLIMB!  At that point I thought of getting off my bike and throwing it at the side of the hill, only to never cycle again!  As I started the climb, I recognized that this was going to be much more mental than physical at this stage.  The mind plays funny tricks with you as you go through an exercise like this.  It is in these moments that you appreciate athletes who have overcome obstacles to achieve greatness.  All I could think about was not quitting!  I didn't want to be the only one to not finish.  I didn't want my kids to see me not finish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We overcame the hill and road to the finish where my sister-in-law (Heather)had her two daughters (Krissy and Kendall) and my two kids (Parker and Maddie) were waiting for us.  It was liberating to finish.  It was as if nothing in this world could stop us.  These are the events in our lives that define us and give us hope.  It is in these moments that we define who we are and what we are made of.  This transcends the event and defines the character.  We experience what we are made of, and in that we define who we are!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance, this was a big deal and thank you for inspiring us all. I'm out! -E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What would life be if we had no courge to attempt anything?" - Vincent van Gogh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4595324737736067034-7278554306036851857?l=threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com/feeds/7278554306036851857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4595324737736067034&amp;postID=7278554306036851857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4595324737736067034/posts/default/7278554306036851857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4595324737736067034/posts/default/7278554306036851857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com/2008/03/tour-de-st-george.html' title='Tour de St. George'/><author><name>Britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SCfEJDceObI/AAAAAAAAADE/kBkaBTEhR0A/S220/Adams+Family+Photo+-+de-dusted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595324737736067034.post-5265590664019565992</id><published>2008-02-28T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T19:31:17.448-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intro'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow!  I actually have a blog.  Who would have figured that this "Gen Xer" would have been technology proficient enough to demonstrate such skills as these.  Where to begin. . . well, let's start with the name of the blog.  "Three Kids and a Mortgage" is in response to my joking personality which is always talking about how we are living the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Dream.&lt;/span&gt;  In doing so we are paying a mortgage, driving a mini-van, paying for three very expensive children's hobbies, feeling sleep deprived most days, going gray, and learning that our bodies are more elastic than firm these days!  Yet, WE ARE LOVIN' LIFE!  Thus "Three Kids and a Mortgage sums it up for the most part.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am married to the girl of my dreams, Brittany, who continues to be the captain of this ship and the sanity check to my insanity.  I have three kids, Parker (10), Maddie (8), and Christian (4).  They are the ultimate loves of my life.  Without them I am a ski bum at Sundance living in a van down by the river. . . wait, that would be up at the ski resort.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams!  Live the life you've imagined... -Henry David Thoreau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4595324737736067034-5265590664019565992?l=threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com/feeds/5265590664019565992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4595324737736067034&amp;postID=5265590664019565992' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4595324737736067034/posts/default/5265590664019565992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4595324737736067034/posts/default/5265590664019565992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threekidsandamortgage.blogspot.com/2008/02/wow-i-actually-have-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sBW-jt8_tLU/SCfEJDceObI/AAAAAAAAADE/kBkaBTEhR0A/S220/Adams+Family+Photo+-+de-dusted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
