tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884922211360409042024-03-13T20:53:33.561-07:00Seven Village IdiartsAll about me. And my honey & our 5 punks!SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.comBlogger419125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-40285730802471596542010-09-01T04:25:00.000-07:002022-10-02T15:18:06.858-07:00Goold Grandkids<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAwwAsFEQLI/AAAAAAAAE7I/Lm3WaT-VpN8/s1600/with+aunt+b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479807634993594546" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAwwAsFEQLI/AAAAAAAAE7I/Lm3WaT-VpN8/s400/with+aunt+b.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Oops! I never finished posting this series of pictures! Aunt Briana with all her nieces and nephews! Too Cute!
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAwv__3bvlI/AAAAAAAAE7A/2dNvz7Bx8jI/s1600/goold+grandkids.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479807623125253714" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAwv__3bvlI/AAAAAAAAE7A/2dNvz7Bx8jI/s400/goold+grandkids.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>All of Gary and Elaine Goold's Grandkids!
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAwv_ujlxZI/AAAAAAAAE64/Z3lD4hcVKOI/s1600/emma.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479807618478622098" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAwv_ujlxZI/AAAAAAAAE64/Z3lD4hcVKOI/s400/emma.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /></a>I love this picture of Miss Emma Suzanne, the oldest Grandchild!
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAwv_Iir-mI/AAAAAAAAE6w/V6MU02U1pmY/s1600/girls.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479807608274287202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAwv_Iir-mI/AAAAAAAAE6w/V6MU02U1pmY/s400/girls.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Lastly, all the Ladies! Too cute!
(OK, I went back through and read this post after I published it and realized I ONLY used exclamation points as my punctuation. I guess I'm one of those hyper, wacky ladies. I'll probably get a purple hat with a red feather in my older age and annoy everyone with my tackiness. No exclamation.)SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-5953588074930106152010-06-20T03:53:00.000-07:002010-06-20T03:53:00.642-07:00Joshua Levie and Benjamin Jared<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAwn_ZtUe2I/AAAAAAAAE6o/CCzBUCkjXRw/s1600/Josh+%26+Ben.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAwn_ZtUe2I/AAAAAAAAE6o/CCzBUCkjXRw/s400/Josh+%26+Ben.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479798816789265250" border="0" /></a> Josh (11.5) and Ben (6). Ben refused to smile with his teeth because he thinks his eyes scrunch up too much. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAwn-xpbC_I/AAAAAAAAE6g/zsAqk73xfr8/s1600/Ben+squeeze.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAwn-xpbC_I/AAAAAAAAE6g/zsAqk73xfr8/s400/Ben+squeeze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479798806035500018" border="0" /></a>I love this one, with Joshs hand encircling Ben . . .<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAwn-eWREzI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/bUgr81XEDyg/s1600/josh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAwn-eWREzI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/bUgr81XEDyg/s400/josh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479798800854881074" border="0" /></a>The photographer emailed me after the photo shoot telling me she would like to photograph Josh again the next time we went to St. George, because he is a perfect model.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAwn9xG6JAI/AAAAAAAAE6Q/yqWVo_DnfA4/s1600/Ben+smirk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAwn9xG6JAI/AAAAAAAAE6Q/yqWVo_DnfA4/s400/Ben+smirk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479798788710867970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAwn9X9JPAI/AAAAAAAAE6I/_rUpC5O1Rt4/s1600/Josh+%26+Ben+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAwn9X9JPAI/AAAAAAAAE6I/_rUpC5O1Rt4/s400/Josh+%26+Ben+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479798781959027714" border="0" /></a>SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-84436542004387546712010-06-18T05:57:00.000-07:002010-06-18T05:57:00.606-07:00Matthew Levie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAvIntbOw7I/AAAAAAAAE6A/CPgp-yjIUZY/s1600/TPP_0019-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAvIntbOw7I/AAAAAAAAE6A/CPgp-yjIUZY/s400/TPP_0019-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479693956160603058" border="0" /></a>I have ALMOST ten nieces and nephews on the Idiart side, but only these two cuties on my side!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAvGVEFsjRI/AAAAAAAAE5w/el5CXq0Ly5A/s1600/Matt+crisp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAvGVEFsjRI/AAAAAAAAE5w/el5CXq0Ly5A/s400/Matt+crisp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479691436803525906" border="0" /></a>I love this little sweet boy, Matthew. He is so darling.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAvGUg4IDpI/AAAAAAAAE5o/KwUE8plgIBs/s1600/boys.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAvGUg4IDpI/AAAAAAAAE5o/KwUE8plgIBs/s400/boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479691427351367314" border="0" /></a>The Goold Grandsons . . . (although Matthew is the only one that carries the Goold name!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAvGUJywJgI/AAAAAAAAE5g/4RbMBEzFcww/s1600/Matt+up+close.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAvGUJywJgI/AAAAAAAAE5g/4RbMBEzFcww/s400/Matt+up+close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479691421154813442" border="0" /></a>Such a handsome boy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAvGTjXo15I/AAAAAAAAE5Y/xxBQc4qE2mg/s1600/paul+with+matt+gaze.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAvGTjXo15I/AAAAAAAAE5Y/xxBQc4qE2mg/s400/paul+with+matt+gaze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479691410840541074" border="0" /></a>He gets his good looks from his handsome daddy, look at that cleft in Pauls chin!SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-6849973041595272852010-06-16T08:10:00.000-07:002010-06-16T08:10:00.295-07:00Ariana Chanel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAu7Zq-ztEI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/o9-94nPbSXo/s1600/Ari+crisp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAu7Zq-ztEI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/o9-94nPbSXo/s400/Ari+crisp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479679421335188546" border="0" /></a>I hired my new sister-in-law's photographer to take pictures of all the Goold Grandkids, the hour before the wedding. This is my niece, Ariana Chanel. She's 6 years old and such a beautiful girl!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAu7Y9_1hFI/AAAAAAAAE5I/LQJRWoOPdfY/s1600/paul+with+kids.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAu7Y9_1hFI/AAAAAAAAE5I/LQJRWoOPdfY/s400/paul+with+kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479679409259906130" border="0" /></a>I love this picture of my brother, Paul with his kids! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAu7YQV3aII/AAAAAAAAE5A/tJnOg2HZmGw/s1600/nina+%26+ari.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAu7YQV3aII/AAAAAAAAE5A/tJnOg2HZmGw/s400/nina+%26+ari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479679397004273794" border="0" /></a>Katrina and Ari are special friends. They had such fun together at Magic Mountain. They are actually the same height, but Nina is wearing heels!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAu7XVo7OSI/AAAAAAAAE4w/xHBOGlnWJIU/s1600/ari+laugh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAu7XVo7OSI/AAAAAAAAE4w/xHBOGlnWJIU/s400/ari+laugh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479679381246523682" border="0" /></a>I love that when Ari laughs, she covers her mouth, too cute!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAvGxhyO2GI/AAAAAAAAE54/DyleTT_tES8/s1600/ari+%26+Ben.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAvGxhyO2GI/AAAAAAAAE54/DyleTT_tES8/s400/ari+%26+Ben.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479691925811288162" border="0" /></a>Ari and Ben are in the same grade, she is about 4 months older than him.SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-72070279332890999502010-06-10T05:27:00.000-07:002010-06-10T05:27:00.298-07:00Capri Sun Purses!<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/SXggLnxnwsI/AAAAAAAADw4/2jbM4l6Pdhg/s1600-h/basketball+purses+015+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294016746001777346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/SXggLnxnwsI/AAAAAAAADw4/2jbM4l6Pdhg/s400/basketball+purses+015+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a>I found this super old picture from an Activity Day Girls sewing project I helped with. This was taken BEFORE I was YW President and now I'm subbing in Activity Day Girls, so it's been 18 months! Anyway, I thought it was cute because all the girls except the front 3 are Beehives now. Rachel is on the far left, next to cousin Eliza. Emma is in the back, second from left side. She and Rachel have changed so much in such a short amount of time! We drank so many Capri Suns to make these. I saw some larger ones for sale in Wal-Mart the other day. Weird.<br /><br /><div></div></div>SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-14757169117171664632010-06-09T05:20:00.000-07:002010-06-09T05:20:00.262-07:00Looks like I need to hit the Mid-West!<img src="http://chart.apis.google.com/chart?cht=t&chs=440x220&chtm=usa&chf=bg,s,336699&chco=d0d0d0,cc0000&chd=s:999999999999999999999999999999&chld=AKAZCACOCTDEFLHIMEMDMAMTNVOHORPARISCTXUTVTVAWAWVNCNYNMNJIDNH" width="440" height="220" /><br />I have visited 30 states (60%) and forgot to check Wyoming. Oops! I looked into flying my family to Illinois to see Nauvoo and Carthage, last week. And then, I looked at hopping to Philly to visit my brother and his wife (they're moving there next month for Medical School.) Fun dreams, since it takes about $500 bucks each person! I wonder if I'll ever get to these other states? I do want to see Nauvoo, but really don't care about the other states.<br /><a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visited?region=usa">Create your own visited map of The United States</a>SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-68716865138832315342010-06-07T05:47:00.000-07:002010-06-07T05:47:00.291-07:00Ben's BDay<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYbIi4F2MI/AAAAAAAAE4o/YlLCFwI32Rs/s1600/March+2010+090+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYbIi4F2MI/AAAAAAAAE4o/YlLCFwI32Rs/s400/March+2010+090+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478095830357760194" border="0" /></a>OK, Ben turned 6 two months ago and I posted about his friend BDay party, but I didn't post this. My parents came up and surprised us with a visit. The kids were so happy to have them here! Ben especially loves G'pa Goold.<br /><br />In the Idiart family, the girls strongly outweigh the boys. This pic shows Ben with his brother and 3 male cousins (He has 6 girl cousins!)SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-72320392064579952122010-06-06T05:03:00.000-07:002010-06-06T05:03:00.697-07:00Silly Shots of Spring<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYYs1pGQcI/AAAAAAAAE3Q/H33zbJ4AScc/s1600/May+2010+001+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYYs1pGQcI/AAAAAAAAE3Q/H33zbJ4AScc/s400/May+2010+001+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478093155335553474" border="0" /></a>Remember the last time Emma had a sleep over? No? Click <a href="http://sevenvillageidiarts.blogspot.com/2010/04/emmas-party-coast.html">HERE</a> to be reminded. The next time she had a sleepover, the guys were camping, so I let her and her friend sleep in MY BED. They fell asleep watching a movie at about 10pm (tired after a track meet) and I couldn't resist taking this.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYYsPGHZ3I/AAAAAAAAE3I/QSaLQPrqIYA/s1600/March+2010+068+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYYsPGHZ3I/AAAAAAAAE3I/QSaLQPrqIYA/s400/March+2010+068+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478093144988280690" border="0" /></a>Josh was involved all year in a Samba Group that met once a week to practice. He played at school functions with his Group. He's also taking guitar and piano lessons and plans to join The Band in Middle School. He wants to learn drums and electric guitar in The Band.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYYrhOY8zI/AAAAAAAAE3A/GdKIDscGtTA/s1600/May+2010+002copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYYrhOY8zI/AAAAAAAAE3A/GdKIDscGtTA/s400/May+2010+002copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478093132674954034" border="0" /></a>Rachel and a friend got together to make a diorama after studying about the Oregon Trail. Luckily her Aunt Allison had some old school cowboys and indians and we found a cougar to place in the mountains to make this scene BYU approved. She did a great job. Rather than keep it, we took a photo to never forget all her hard work.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYYrF2IcLI/AAAAAAAAE24/JjcWDdv4egw/s1600/IMG_0076.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYYrF2IcLI/AAAAAAAAE24/JjcWDdv4egw/s400/IMG_0076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478093125325451442" border="0" /></a>Katrina had an AWESOME time visiting our family in Idaho. She hung out with the little ones, just like she does at home. She spent lots of time on the trampoline, too! I love this pic of her. She has such funny expressions, I think she'll be great in the Drama Dept. someday!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYYqvV0ADI/AAAAAAAAE2w/ZSEbPO0fxoY/s1600/May+2010+016+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYYqvV0ADI/AAAAAAAAE2w/ZSEbPO0fxoY/s400/May+2010+016+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478093119284314162" border="0" /></a>When I went shopping for clothes for Dan and Madi's wedding, Ben saw this outfit. He just HAD to try it on. He wanted it SO badly, telling me that his friend Kelden wears cool clothes like this and he REALLY needed just ONE cool outfit. He looked so handsome, I couldn't say NO. He's 6 years old and this is the first outfit I've bought him. He's the Hand-Me-Down King. When I wanted a picture, he made his embarrased/pretending to be mad face.SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-90862325503919961982010-06-05T05:31:00.000-07:002010-06-05T05:31:00.236-07:00Sporty SpringI didn't blog much in the spring and missed a few newsy events:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYXsv8sHfI/AAAAAAAAE2o/lN-ji_PjhHo/s1600/May+2010+005+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYXsv8sHfI/AAAAAAAAE2o/lN-ji_PjhHo/s400/May+2010+005+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478092054295485938" border="0" /></a>Emma ran track this year and participated in hurdles, high jump and a relay team. She was pretty good and enjoyed being with all her friends (mostly the boys) on the team. I didn't get many good pictures, but I liked watching her!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYXsKr75WI/AAAAAAAAE2g/JozE7hf3qkg/s1600/March+2010+023+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYXsKr75WI/AAAAAAAAE2g/JozE7hf3qkg/s400/March+2010+023+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478092044293104994" border="0" /></a>Josh did GREAT at the fundraising "Jog-a-thon" this year. I wonder if he'll be part of the cross country team next year in Middle School?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYXrgsj30I/AAAAAAAAE2Y/3s2ZRLisitc/s1600/March+2010+103+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYXrgsj30I/AAAAAAAAE2Y/3s2ZRLisitc/s400/March+2010+103+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478092033021435714" border="0" /></a>When G'pa Goold came for a visit, he tuned up all the bikes and got the kids excited to ride. Rachel learned to take little JUMPS! Here she is, catching some air!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYXrdjNPzI/AAAAAAAAE2Q/_joukLP0hMc/s1600/March+2010+096+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYXrdjNPzI/AAAAAAAAE2Q/_joukLP0hMc/s400/March+2010+096+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478092032176897842" border="0" /></a>G'pa learned that 7 yr. old Katrina and 6 yr. old Ben didn't know how to ride a bike and took them down to the temple parking lot to learn. It took them about 20 minutes and they were pros! The temple president even came out to visit with us. (The Temple was closed that day!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYXq49vThI/AAAAAAAAE2I/3MxArEcGgCM/s1600/March+2010+097+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYXq49vThI/AAAAAAAAE2I/3MxArEcGgCM/s400/March+2010+097+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478092022356069906" border="0" /></a>Ben used his feet as brakes for awhile at first, and sometimes he even just crashed into the planters to stop, but soon he had it all down. He rides with his tounge out, such is his sheer concentration! Thank you, Grandpa! We'll need you to come and teach all the kids to drive in a few year!SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-63461615466288053942010-06-04T05:56:00.000-07:002010-06-04T05:56:01.135-07:00Temple Square<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYPaBkTzwI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/sPTUrL73hjA/s1600/May+2010+026copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYPaBkTzwI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/sPTUrL73hjA/s400/May+2010+026copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478082936514531074" border="0" /></a>Before we went to my brother's wedding in St. George, we hit Salt Lake City and took a tour of Temple Square with Diana. I'm not sure Diana will ever be the same after so many trips with us, sleeping 8 people in one hotel room. Poor girl. She's experiencing American Culture: Cheap, Large Family, Mormon Culture at least!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYPZ3R5T4I/AAAAAAAAE1Q/ouFQF5vQboo/s1600/May+2010+030+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYPZ3R5T4I/AAAAAAAAE1Q/ouFQF5vQboo/s400/May+2010+030+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478082933752942466" border="0" /></a>I told the kids to act serious in the first picture and silly in the next. They translated that to mean, frown in the first picture and act confused in the second. I don't think I could make it as a professional photographer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYPZIX4JXI/AAAAAAAAE1I/nGq15rMb2hw/s1600/May+2010+031copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYPZIX4JXI/AAAAAAAAE1I/nGq15rMb2hw/s400/May+2010+031copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478082921161565554" border="0" /></a>Diana and I ditched the kids and visited "The Christus" with some nice sister missionaries for awhile. It was nice to have a little one-on-one time with my favorite 16 year old, in the world! I'm going to miss her so much. She's always so kind to me, very grateful for all I do and a good friend. I love my Dianita! We had set up a tour of BYU in the afternoon, but our car broke down and we had to miss the tour. I'm sad, but maybe Diana will still attend BYU someday. I can dream about it, can't I?SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-27296563805792626152010-06-03T00:30:00.000-07:002010-06-03T00:30:00.753-07:00The Reception!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYM9h1qkmI/AAAAAAAAE1A/SvSQmyc77-U/s1600/kill+josh+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYM9h1qkmI/AAAAAAAAE1A/SvSQmyc77-U/s400/kill+josh+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478080247937798754" border="0" /></a>My brother Mike is trying to beat Josh up and the bride and groom are laughing. My family is a little weird. They get it from me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYMaNTCtDI/AAAAAAAAE0w/1NdprcdWwhc/s1600/rachel+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYMaNTCtDI/AAAAAAAAE0w/1NdprcdWwhc/s400/rachel+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478079641128449074" border="0" /></a>Rachel giving her newly married Uncle a hug!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYMZnAyUmI/AAAAAAAAE0o/4RrEkBh_JiQ/s1600/man+talk+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYMZnAyUmI/AAAAAAAAE0o/4RrEkBh_JiQ/s400/man+talk+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478079630851330658" border="0" /></a>Two old married men talk about life. Ben is completely zoned out.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYMZPTurhI/AAAAAAAAE0g/IcBYiqF-L4Q/s1600/sisters.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYMZPTurhI/AAAAAAAAE0g/IcBYiqF-L4Q/s400/sisters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478079624488332818" border="0" /></a>My adorable sister and moi!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYMYwi8eDI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/PfKVIsugN8A/s1600/nina+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYMYwi8eDI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/PfKVIsugN8A/s400/nina+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478079616230651954" border="0" /></a>Katrina Elizabet, almost 8 years old!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYL70jY-HI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/ILLquZ7Mym8/s1600/ben.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYL70jY-HI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/ILLquZ7Mym8/s400/ben.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478079119090055282" border="0" /></a>Benjamin Jared, just turned 6!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYL7fPjIoI/AAAAAAAAE0I/9m507yny7ck/s1600/g%27pa+buggin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYL7fPjIoI/AAAAAAAAE0I/9m507yny7ck/s400/g%27pa+buggin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478079113369690754" border="0" /></a>"OK, if I ignore my Grandpa, will he go away?!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYL55D1THI/AAAAAAAAE0A/G1ClEtqHpHQ/s1600/g%27pa+kiss+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYL55D1THI/AAAAAAAAE0A/G1ClEtqHpHQ/s400/g%27pa+kiss+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478079085940132978" border="0" /></a>"Ewww, ignoring Grandpa is NEVER an option!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYL5ve4k8I/AAAAAAAAEz4/zShUQN1KRqQ/s1600/cousins+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYL5ve4k8I/AAAAAAAAEz4/zShUQN1KRqQ/s400/cousins+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478079083369239490" border="0" /></a>My parents and their 7 grandkids (only 1 is taller than my mom . . . but not for long!!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYL5Dxts9I/AAAAAAAAEzw/AZz0N3Bl31M/s1600/walk+with+b+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYL5Dxts9I/AAAAAAAAEzw/AZz0N3Bl31M/s400/walk+with+b+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478079071637058514" border="0" /></a>The reception was on a beautiful golf course. Matthew & Josh took a walk with Aunt B before the party was over!SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-91953630018521459132010-06-02T05:54:00.000-07:002010-06-02T05:54:00.402-07:00Dan & Madi's Wedding<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYGAEidojI/AAAAAAAAEzA/QlGECXkQ5Yw/s1600/temple+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYGAEidojI/AAAAAAAAEzA/QlGECXkQ5Yw/s400/temple+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478072595030843954" border="0" /></a>It was such a joy to attend the sealing for time and all eternity, of my baby brother Daniel and his lovely wife, Madison on May 15th in St. George, Utah.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYF_S9UYOI/AAAAAAAAEy4/nQApeKYzKcs/s1600/love+that+kid+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYF_S9UYOI/AAAAAAAAEy4/nQApeKYzKcs/s400/love+that+kid+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478072581721710818" border="0" /></a>It was also wonderful to see my beloved sister, Briana, home from Italy. We have a similar picture of us kissing Dan when he left on his mission. This might be the last time we show him this much affection!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYF-7wa69I/AAAAAAAAEyw/SWfKeUNX920/s1600/super+cute+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYF-7wa69I/AAAAAAAAEyw/SWfKeUNX920/s400/super+cute+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478072575493598162" border="0" /></a>I love this new sister! Isn't she gorgeous? And the most darling thing, EVER!<br /><br />This pic reminds me of the feelings I felt on my wedding day . . . the feelings of innocence and how much I adored Damian. It epitomizes the feeling I had of leaving my parents and my old life and clinging to my husband and new life. I love it. Very sweet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYF-awaGTI/AAAAAAAAEyo/BDospxIVEu0/s1600/5+years+apart+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYF-awaGTI/AAAAAAAAEyo/BDospxIVEu0/s400/5+years+apart+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478072566635174194" border="0" /></a>My Emma is only 5 years younger than Madi. A little weird to think that in 5 years this COULD be Emma (If she meets someone as awesome as Dan, and is as mature as Madi). That's a <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" >BIG </span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" >IF . . . </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYF-AQ7WmI/AAAAAAAAEyg/uZ6lOAJ1eA4/s1600/grandkids+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAYF-AQ7WmI/AAAAAAAAEyg/uZ6lOAJ1eA4/s400/grandkids+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478072559523813986" border="0" /></a>Ben was in a BAD mood by this time. He'd been having his pictures taken for about 2 hours and it was HOT! This is the bride and groom with all the Goold Grandkids!SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-592704924762378902010-06-01T05:24:00.000-07:002010-06-01T05:24:01.016-07:00Benny's Soccer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAP0Piz4JhI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/rfrI9uch21c/s1600/soccer+%26+honors+nite+008+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAP0Piz4JhI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/rfrI9uch21c/s400/soccer+%26+honors+nite+008+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477490119692264978" border="0" /></a>Ben as Goalie. I love this puny little goal.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAP0OixnUgI/AAAAAAAAEyI/R4uGYdSwUGw/s1600/soccer+%26+honors+nite+003+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAP0OixnUgI/AAAAAAAAEyI/R4uGYdSwUGw/s400/soccer+%26+honors+nite+003+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477490102502904322" border="0" /></a>Damian and the coach (in the red jacket) played against all the boys, while they waited for the opposing team to show up. Mostly the little boys just kicked Damian in the shines to get the ball away from him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAP0NwwQssI/AAAAAAAAEyA/avxo5IFk16w/s1600/soccer+%26+honors+nite+004+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAP0NwwQssI/AAAAAAAAEyA/avxo5IFk16w/s400/soccer+%26+honors+nite+004+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477490089075454658" border="0" /></a>Love this picture, Ben was having so much fun!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPxsrV19pI/AAAAAAAAEx4/iafpA7fEmuk/s1600/soccer+%26+honors+nite+015+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPxsrV19pI/AAAAAAAAEx4/iafpA7fEmuk/s400/soccer+%26+honors+nite+015+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477487321663534738" border="0" /></a>I love that Ben runs with his hands all funky and his tongue out.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPxr4oDlZI/AAAAAAAAExw/R084cEBkEOo/s1600/soccer+%26+honors+nite+012+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPxr4oDlZI/AAAAAAAAExw/R084cEBkEOo/s400/soccer+%26+honors+nite+012+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477487308049716626" border="0" /></a>Hands, tongue again.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPxrY2FmQI/AAAAAAAAExo/PKKw0TKDPE0/s1600/soccer+%26+honors+nite+017+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPxrY2FmQI/AAAAAAAAExo/PKKw0TKDPE0/s400/soccer+%26+honors+nite+017+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477487299518634242" border="0" /></a>Fists curled, tongue out again!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPxq7dibJI/AAAAAAAAExg/U7M61x38x-M/s1600/soccer+%26+honors+nite+009+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPxq7dibJI/AAAAAAAAExg/U7M61x38x-M/s400/soccer+%26+honors+nite+009+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477487291631037586" border="0" /></a>The two cutest fans on the field!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPxqJboWII/AAAAAAAAExY/LaDoIO8t134/s1600/soccer+%26+honors+nite+010+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPxqJboWII/AAAAAAAAExY/LaDoIO8t134/s400/soccer+%26+honors+nite+010+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477487278201264258" border="0" /></a>Too cute!SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-48764916223268546352010-05-31T09:53:00.000-07:002010-05-31T10:21:25.198-07:00Emma's Honors Night<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPr5qxMjzI/AAAAAAAAExQ/C_LSpMD6DAk/s1600/soccer+%26+honors+nite+040+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPr5qxMjzI/AAAAAAAAExQ/C_LSpMD6DAk/s400/soccer+%26+honors+nite+040+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477480947778359090" border="0" /></a>Emma, 3rd from left, and some of her cute friends at Scenic Middle School's Honors Night. Emma has a 4.0 for the second year of middle school. She's such a hard worker and so smart!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPr5HF3j5I/AAAAAAAAExI/hrlc09My1-s/s1600/soccer+%26+honors+nite+046+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPr5HF3j5I/AAAAAAAAExI/hrlc09My1-s/s400/soccer+%26+honors+nite+046+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477480938201386898" border="0" /></a>Em with Paige Berriochoa, the two Basque Girls at the school (that I know of!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPr4WtBvXI/AAAAAAAAExA/qahlUQNryco/s1600/soccer+%26+honors+nite+045+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPr4WtBvXI/AAAAAAAAExA/qahlUQNryco/s400/soccer+%26+honors+nite+045+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477480925212294514" border="0" /></a>Em with Kayleigh Lowder. I pick Kayleigh up every morning and Emma walks to her house after school each day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPr33dwfiI/AAAAAAAAEw4/gEqAyz0OUZs/s1600/soccer+%26+honors+nite+043+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPr33dwfiI/AAAAAAAAEw4/gEqAyz0OUZs/s400/soccer+%26+honors+nite+043+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477480916826750498" border="0" /></a>Em with Ashley Hegler<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPqW-igaTI/AAAAAAAAEww/B8vNRpQfamc/s1600/soccer+%26+honors+nite+053+copy+shoes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPqW-igaTI/AAAAAAAAEww/B8vNRpQfamc/s400/soccer+%26+honors+nite+053+copy+shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477479252278405426" border="0" /></a>This is my favorite pic of the night. These girls are TOO cute with their hot little shoes and nail polish. Emma's shoes are purple.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPqWeNxZRI/AAAAAAAAEwo/bsXbEOxVsVc/s1600/soccer+%26+honors+nite+051+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPqWeNxZRI/AAAAAAAAEwo/bsXbEOxVsVc/s400/soccer+%26+honors+nite+051+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477479243601503506" border="0" /></a>Emma in the middle of a cell phone pic!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPqVyZ2vUI/AAAAAAAAEwg/yKY9vBdeYA4/s1600/soccer+%26+honors+nite+059+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPqVyZ2vUI/AAAAAAAAEwg/yKY9vBdeYA4/s400/soccer+%26+honors+nite+059+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477479231841025346" border="0" /></a>These girls are too cute!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPqVYJdFVI/AAAAAAAAEwY/eEeB-JOMJcM/s1600/soccer+%26+honors+nite+063b%26w.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPqVYJdFVI/AAAAAAAAEwY/eEeB-JOMJcM/s400/soccer+%26+honors+nite+063b%26w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477479224792913234" border="0" /></a>We all went to DQ to celebrate after the ceremonies.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPqU87WHmI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/tNqE5CVmaU4/s1600/soccer+%26+honors+nite+065+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/TAPqU87WHmI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/tNqE5CVmaU4/s400/soccer+%26+honors+nite+065+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477479217485979234" border="0" /></a>On the car ride home, the girls basically acted psychotic and it was hilarious.SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-25988831960838435692010-05-28T05:31:00.000-07:002010-05-28T05:31:00.468-07:00Table Rock in the Rain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nzLwSLxXI/AAAAAAAAEs4/YCxZU291yFM/s1600/May+2010+126+copy2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nzLwSLxXI/AAAAAAAAEs4/YCxZU291yFM/s400/May+2010+126+copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474674205310829938" border="0" /></a>I've gone on MANY Field Trips up Table Rock, but this was MY first time in the RAIN! It was really fun to be with Katrina.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nzLWbzayI/AAAAAAAAEsw/Ic87Yrfayio/s1600/May+2010+131+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nzLWbzayI/AAAAAAAAEsw/Ic87Yrfayio/s400/May+2010+131+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474674198371855138" border="0" /></a>We hiked with Katrina's 2nd grade class and a 4th grade class that does a "reading buddy" program with Katrina's class. It was sweet to see the 4th grade girls paired up with the younger girls and be their friends.SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-51677291796855790342010-05-27T05:37:00.000-07:002010-06-02T01:01:44.994-07:00Roller Coaster Junkies: Nina & Ari<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n2Cxh9DRI/AAAAAAAAEug/3VxW8qnz1fQ/s1600/May+2010+069copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n2Cxh9DRI/AAAAAAAAEug/3VxW8qnz1fQ/s400/May+2010+069copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474677349561470226" border="0" /></a>Nina: hamming it up, as she rides "The Buccanneer" (You know the big boat ride that swings back and forth, dropping your stomach out each time?) She has such cute facial expressions!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n2CBdLxnI/AAAAAAAAEuY/1npUu7a9SG0/s1600/May+2010+068+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n2CBdLxnI/AAAAAAAAEuY/1npUu7a9SG0/s400/May+2010+068+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474677336656561778" border="0" /></a>She and Ariana were riding this so fearlessly and I was getting sicker and sicker. I convinced them that this ride was scarier than roller coasters and spent the next 30 min. talking them into trying a real roller coaster.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n2B6MND6I/AAAAAAAAEuQ/EpPovJlXtlQ/s1600/May+2010+062+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n2B6MND6I/AAAAAAAAEuQ/EpPovJlXtlQ/s400/May+2010+062+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474677334706294690" border="0" /></a>We played in a big ball room with the boys and the girls ATTACKED Grandma.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n2BMIqIUI/AAAAAAAAEuI/3fbWSNq9Nso/s1600/May+2010+061+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n2BMIqIUI/AAAAAAAAEuI/3fbWSNq9Nso/s400/May+2010+061+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474677322343391554" border="0" /></a>They would load this "gun" up with about 30 foam balls and shoot them at Grandma all at once. It was so much fun. But still, I kept nagging the girls about trying a roller coaster.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n1fzT9pHI/AAAAAAAAEuA/IMCLpImbgQg/s1600/May+2010+067+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n1fzT9pHI/AAAAAAAAEuA/IMCLpImbgQg/s400/May+2010+067+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474676748744238194" border="0" /></a>We went on the big swing machine and the girls showed me how brave they were, not even holding on . . . and finally . . .<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n1fc0twkI/AAAAAAAAEt4/FDKxNfI3qeE/s1600/May+2010+122+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n1fc0twkI/AAAAAAAAEt4/FDKxNfI3qeE/s400/May+2010+122+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474676742707593794" border="0" /></a>They were so confident and sure they could handle a roller coaster, I took them right to "Goliath." In 2000, it was the fastest (85 mph) and longest closed-circuit roller coaster in the world. They were both tall enough, so I though they'd be fine. They had no idea what to expect as we couldn't see the actual coaster anytime we were in line. It was perfect. Afterwards, they terrified and thrilled that they did it and kept their eyes open!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n1esL3yhI/AAAAAAAAEtw/AoQPbEvT0BA/s1600/May+2010+120+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n1esL3yhI/AAAAAAAAEtw/AoQPbEvT0BA/s400/May+2010+120+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474676729651382802" border="0" /></a>They spent the rest of the day on these two Coasters. We rode "Gold Rush" 8 times. It's a very tame coaster and after "Goliath," the girls thought it was for babies. I convinced them to try raising their arms and after the 4th time they could raise them the whole time. THEN they thought the ride was fun. The last ride of the day was "Revolution." In 1976, it was the world's first roller coaster with an upside down loop. I didn't tell the girls about the loop de loop before hand and although they were freaked out, they road it 3 times until the park closed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n1eNgwJiI/AAAAAAAAEto/Pm5DVDh_6X8/s1600/May+2010+118copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n1eNgwJiI/AAAAAAAAEto/Pm5DVDh_6X8/s400/May+2010+118copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474676721417463330" border="0" /></a>These are the girls on "Gold Rush," raising their arms. They had such fun together. Nina is almost 8 and Ariana is 6 and they're the same height. Ari asked me if she and Nina will be able to ride ALL the coasters the next time we go to a park together! She's a brave little thing! I can't wait, they're my favorite Roller Coaster Partners! I love Nina's manicured nails and ratty, rain drenched hair. Too cute!SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-13172372618808978252010-05-26T05:44:00.000-07:002010-06-02T01:02:58.123-07:00Bumper Cars<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n3DsS4_EI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/-uF8PUWaPeA/s1600/May+2010+104+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n3DsS4_EI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/-uF8PUWaPeA/s400/May+2010+104+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474678464847608898" border="0" /></a>Damian and I spent the afternoon with the little guys and it was the best part of our day. I think we're too old for the big roller coasters now. Damian says they just don't do anything for him anymore. Whatever that means?! I thought they were plenty exciting, but too painful on my head and neck.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n23wSpyUI/AAAAAAAAEvI/z6j2E7w0-d0/s1600/May+2010+103+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n23wSpyUI/AAAAAAAAEvI/z6j2E7w0-d0/s400/May+2010+103+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474678259761924418" border="0" /></a>Bumper Cars with Grandpa is an adventure for all. He's the most ruthless driver and crashes into anyone he can with GUSTO!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n23ZW3jGI/AAAAAAAAEvA/7qHCxsJSkdQ/s1600/May+2010+096+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n23ZW3jGI/AAAAAAAAEvA/7qHCxsJSkdQ/s400/May+2010+096+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474678253605588066" border="0" /></a>Isn't my nephew Matthew so adorable? I love that cute little guy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n225ajwPI/AAAAAAAAEu4/XgrWgJwNgU8/s1600/May+2010+079copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n225ajwPI/AAAAAAAAEu4/XgrWgJwNgU8/s400/May+2010+079copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474678245031133426" border="0" /></a>This is my sweet neice, Ariana Chanel. She's named for my sister Briana and me (my middle name is Chanel). She is so much fun and quite a good driver!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n22foTqsI/AAAAAAAAEuw/R3i3usGQozU/s1600/May+2010+092+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n22foTqsI/AAAAAAAAEuw/R3i3usGQozU/s400/May+2010+092+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474678238109477570" border="0" /></a>This is my brother Paul (Daddy of Matt & Ari) crashing into me!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n21-VGdZI/AAAAAAAAEuo/txmuZg-fDdo/s1600/May+2010+088+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n21-VGdZI/AAAAAAAAEuo/txmuZg-fDdo/s400/May+2010+088+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474678229170550162" border="0" /></a>HEAD ON COLLISION: We hit Magic Mountain HEAD ON and enjoyed every minute!SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-89537205660868586142010-05-25T05:49:00.000-07:002010-06-02T01:03:27.518-07:00Magic Mountain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n4DkUZvJI/AAAAAAAAEwA/EVBeFaNRXRc/s1600/May+2010+052+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n4DkUZvJI/AAAAAAAAEwA/EVBeFaNRXRc/s400/May+2010+052+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474679562218093714" border="0" /></a>We went to my baby brother's wedding in St. George last weekend and then hit Magic Mountain in Valencia, CA on the way home. There were 8 Idiarts and 8 Goolds and we had a BLAST!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n4sSA_W7I/AAAAAAAAEwI/tvO2eoDA3SY/s1600/May+2010+056+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n4sSA_W7I/AAAAAAAAEwI/tvO2eoDA3SY/s400/May+2010+056+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474680261679471538" border="0" /></a>Right away, the Die Hards ran to the scariest ride I've ever been on in my life . . . TATSU. I'll never be the same.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n3zI7FZnI/AAAAAAAAEvw/9aBHBgub4VU/s1600/May+2010+071+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n3zI7FZnI/AAAAAAAAEvw/9aBHBgub4VU/s400/May+2010+071+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474679279986239090" border="0" /></a>Grandma took Ben, Matthew, Nina and Ari to some smaller rides and they met some super heros on the way!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n3ysBITjI/AAAAAAAAEvo/EWvnKQQX5jA/s1600/May+2010+105+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n3ysBITjI/AAAAAAAAEvo/EWvnKQQX5jA/s400/May+2010+105+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474679272226967090" border="0" /></a>Later in the day, we swapped groups and Grandma got a chance to do some big rides with Grandpa, Diana and Rachel.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n3yXFZ29I/AAAAAAAAEvg/75jDFLnGlYk/s1600/May+2010+106+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n3yXFZ29I/AAAAAAAAEvg/75jDFLnGlYk/s400/May+2010+106+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474679266607750098" border="0" /></a>Katrina realized she LOVED roller coasters and paired up with Beca, Mike and Emma for a couple BIG ones.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n3x4VK1kI/AAAAAAAAEvY/ifo4jdmQX3A/s1600/May+2010+116+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_n3x4VK1kI/AAAAAAAAEvY/ifo4jdmQX3A/s400/May+2010+116+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474679258352375362" border="0" /></a>The rain started coming down the last hour of the day, so we hit a few water rides, since we were wet already! It was such a fun day! More pictures of the little kids tomorrow!SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-26221129973934849502010-05-24T05:39:00.000-07:002010-06-02T01:03:53.480-07:00Honeymoon Happenings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nxsdFfg1I/AAAAAAAAEsA/Vyq3yKsYUis/s1600/May+2010+044copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nxsdFfg1I/AAAAAAAAEsA/Vyq3yKsYUis/s400/May+2010+044copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474672568069751634" border="0" /></a>My brother Daniel was married last weekend in St. George. I don't have photos of the wedding yet, but I did take some of the decorated honeymoon suite! This is the Sparkling Cider "Area."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nnorLjocI/AAAAAAAAEr4/BekmFA0IqFk/s1600/May+2010+045+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nnorLjocI/AAAAAAAAEr4/BekmFA0IqFk/s400/May+2010+045+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474661508017529282" border="0" /></a>These are Briana and my accomplices: Rachel, Ariana & Katrina. They created a chocolate heart on the bed with Dan and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Madi's</span> initials.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nnncdjwQI/AAAAAAAAEro/8EqawOIuPmE/s1600/May+2010+047+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nnncdjwQI/AAAAAAAAEro/8EqawOIuPmE/s400/May+2010+047+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474661486886633730" border="0" /></a>We decorated the heart-shaped bathtub "Area," too!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nnmyBQMgI/AAAAAAAAErg/PE1OxbzyrgQ/s1600/May+2010+048copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nnmyBQMgI/AAAAAAAAErg/PE1OxbzyrgQ/s400/May+2010+048copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474661475493622274" border="0" /></a>Then, we dashed to the reception, where the girls collected the guests gifts in their matching dresses and corsages. They were so helpful and cute. I hired a photographer to take lots of pics of them early in the morning, before the sealing, so when I get those pics, I'll upload them, too!SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-75843640845198229962010-05-23T21:20:00.000-07:002010-05-23T21:20:00.338-07:00Laurel Art Class<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nyz6PDYGI/AAAAAAAAEso/SaZRiVHs_Rs/s1600/May+2010+010+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nyz6PDYGI/AAAAAAAAEso/SaZRiVHs_Rs/s400/May+2010+010+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474673795665191010" border="0" /></a>About a week before I was released as YW Pres. we had a special painting class for the Laurels from 3 wards. My good friend, Jen Vranes of <a href="http://www.jensart.com/">www.jensart.com</a> taught the class and brought all the supplies.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nyzanagrI/AAAAAAAAEsg/HERsBzZarTw/s1600/May+2010+011copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nyzanagrI/AAAAAAAAEsg/HERsBzZarTw/s400/May+2010+011copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474673787177435826" border="0" /></a>This is my sweet foreign exchange student, Diana. Her painting turned out beautifully!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nyy78rYbI/AAAAAAAAEsY/_159ByQfzS4/s1600/May+2010+012+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nyy78rYbI/AAAAAAAAEsY/_159ByQfzS4/s400/May+2010+012+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474673778945122738" border="0" /></a>I enjoyed seeing so many girls paint the same subject material, but each do it so differently. . . in this shot you can see all the cloud styles! Very cool.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nyyZ2EriI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/_BZawiwDMXA/s1600/May+2010+013+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nyyZ2EriI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/_BZawiwDMXA/s400/May+2010+013+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474673769790615074" border="0" /></a>I love this BIG poppy in Jessica's painting.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nyxvAlExI/AAAAAAAAEsI/p3H0-okHhQ8/s1600/May+2010+014+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_nyxvAlExI/AAAAAAAAEsI/p3H0-okHhQ8/s400/May+2010+014+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474673758291956498" border="0" /></a>This painting by Jenna was one of my favorites . . . I love her clouds! Oh, I miss my Laurels!SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-78649742605044484172010-05-21T16:57:00.000-07:002010-05-21T17:17:18.377-07:00Mary Sunshine turns 4!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_cex-kDplI/AAAAAAAAErY/IdFrTmVmYg8/s1600/May+2010+023+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_cex-kDplI/AAAAAAAAErY/IdFrTmVmYg8/s400/May+2010+023+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473877716048782930" border="0" /></a>These are some of my cute Nieces and Nephews: Mary Nadauld, Marcus and Annie Idiart and Noah Nadauld at Mary's 4th BDay party, on the day her uncle Damian was called to be Bishop of her ward. My nephew Ashton said, "Uncle Damian, what is the POINT of you being our Bishop? Our other Bishop was still good!" It made me laugh. Ben's card to Mary also made me laugh:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_cexRiPtXI/AAAAAAAAErQ/sMsVO6rW19k/s1600/May+2010+019+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S_cexRiPtXI/AAAAAAAAErQ/sMsVO6rW19k/s400/May+2010+019+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473877703961589106" border="0" /></a>Translation: Ben. Mary. I hope you have a nice Birthday. Love, Ben<br /><br />Pretty fun day! I love my sweet niece Mary. It is a joy to live next door to her. My kids love playing with her everyday and I enjoy the banter she has with Damian. Last night at dinner she snuck over. She had already eaten, but sat and talked with us. I asked her why she used to hardly ever come over and she said, "I used to be scared of Uncle Damian, but now I'm not even afraid of him anymore!" Too cute. We were enjoying her company until her dad found where she'd snuck off to and made her go home.SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-75040527874385015092010-04-25T11:20:00.000-07:002010-04-25T11:20:00.199-07:00Family Portraits 2010 & some NEWS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S89yYe_jHlI/AAAAAAAAEqI/KbVouwBCewg/s1600/IMG_0129+faded.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S89yYe_jHlI/AAAAAAAAEqI/KbVouwBCewg/s400/IMG_0129+faded.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462710637985734226" border="0" /></a>These are my favorite 5 family photos, taken by my Aunt Marilyn. She's such a talented photographer. My favorite photos she took of each of my kids are on my sidebar.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S89dRDybDtI/AAAAAAAAEpw/WO16EXZn3-k/s1600/IMG_0182+bw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S89dRDybDtI/AAAAAAAAEpw/WO16EXZn3-k/s400/IMG_0182+bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462687420679655122" border="0" /></a>After church, we went to a freightyard where animal feed is loaded onto train cars. I really like this URBAN look! We have a similar freightyard in Central Point, where fertilizer is loaded onto trains!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S89cwrmxxiI/AAAAAAAAEpo/KeSySFa8tlo/s1600/IMG_0101+e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S89cwrmxxiI/AAAAAAAAEpo/KeSySFa8tlo/s400/IMG_0101+e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462686864432547362" border="0" /></a>This cute shot includes our daughter, Diana Marta Gomez-Revilla Mancilla. Mancilla is her mom's maiden name, so when Diana marries, she'll add a new last name and drop Mancilla. She's been with us for a few months and will leave us in 2. We'll miss her terribly!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S89cY22ACUI/AAAAAAAAEpg/_OhaoMbapbs/s1600/IMG_0118+bw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S89cY22ACUI/AAAAAAAAEpg/_OhaoMbapbs/s400/IMG_0118+bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462686455132326210" border="0" /></a>I prefer the b&w one of this picture, since Ben's white socks stand out SOOO much, in the color version! I'll post some pics of Josh's LACK of socks LATER. My boys have a fashion sense all their own. Just so you know, I helped them both PACK dark socks for the trip!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S89dpGQXxtI/AAAAAAAAEp4/X5RT4FxcF-E/s1600/IMG_0209+crop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S89dpGQXxtI/AAAAAAAAEp4/X5RT4FxcF-E/s400/IMG_0209+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462687833659000530" border="0" /></a>At the end of the shoot, Ben was really in a bad mood, so he's cranky here, but I still like the picture! If you've read this far, you will now know the NEWS:<br /><br />I will be getting released as YW President next week because today Damian was called as the Bishop of our ward. If you look at my kids ages, you'll see that they'll all be in their teen years while their Daddy is Bishop, pretty much! That should help discourage them from any morality/substance problems, don't you think?SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-6697681300148930482010-04-23T02:51:00.000-07:002010-04-23T02:51:00.435-07:00All about EmmaI've written about Emma a lot lately! She's worth a million posts, at least! She's adorable. It's hard to look at that grown-up young woman and remember her as a new baby!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S9CvL-lap7I/AAAAAAAAErI/oxlJd4U8810/s1600/IMG_0356+e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S9CvL-lap7I/AAAAAAAAErI/oxlJd4U8810/s400/IMG_0356+e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463058968313767858" border="0" /></a> Today, she was being sassy in the car on the way to school (we drive a few of her friends and having them really brings out her sassy side!) We were arguing "nicely" about how she "owes" me more respect because of all the things I've done for her. She figured after 9 months of kindness (because of her 9 months in vitro), that was enough. I frankly brought up feeding her from my breast for 1 year, every 2 hours and then wiping her poopy bottom for 4 years. That pretty much stopped the argument! Mostly because she and her friends were so grossed out they just wanted to turn the stereo up. Oh, and her friends were agreeing with me. It was fun. What else have I done for her that I can I bring up tomorrow and embarrass her with?<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S9CppRyeXdI/AAAAAAAAEq4/PLRa6X-guZ0/s1600/IMG_0404.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S9CppRyeXdI/AAAAAAAAEq4/PLRa6X-guZ0/s400/IMG_0404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463052874615250386" border="0" /></a>We went to Idaho to visit my grandparents two weeks ago. My grandparents live with Marilyn, my youngest aunt (she's only 9 years older than me.) Marilyn has 6 kids that my kids ADORE! We haven't seen them for about 4 years, since Emma was 9. Marilyn's teen boys, Spencer (17) and Benson (15) knew we were bringing our 16 year old foreign exhange student, Diana, on our visit. When Benson saw Emma, he didn't recognize her and he whispered to his mom, "Wow, Diana is really BEAUTIFUL!" Then, Marilyn informed him that he was looking at his cousin, Emma!<br /><br />Emma had SOOO much fun with her boy cousins. They were so good to her. They invited her to a stake youth service project, parties with their friends, their Sunday School class and spent the whole weekend we were in Idaho with Emma. She met all their friends, fell in love with a few and hopes to visit them again ASAP.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S9CpocYrVCI/AAAAAAAAEqw/BJ_XXd1EwX4/s1600/IMG_0355.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S9CpocYrVCI/AAAAAAAAEqw/BJ_XXd1EwX4/s400/IMG_0355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463052860279968802" border="0" /></a>I was proud of Emma, she stepped up to the plate and treated her younger cousins just as good as her older cousins have always treated her. This is Emma with cousin, Annie Richardson and Katrina.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S9Cpn9jt9xI/AAAAAAAAEqo/Z_IXXtm0iJE/s1600/IMG_0351.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S9Cpn9jt9xI/AAAAAAAAEqo/Z_IXXtm0iJE/s400/IMG_0351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463052852004779794" border="0" /></a>Emma flirted with her little cousin Alan, who is the same age as Katrina. He tried not to die of embarrassment with all her attention!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S9CpnG1kaII/AAAAAAAAEqg/gCx23eUldyo/s1600/IMG_0381+e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S9CpnG1kaII/AAAAAAAAEqg/gCx23eUldyo/s400/IMG_0381+e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463052837315700866" border="0" /></a>Emma has always idolized Jessica, Marilyn's oldest. Jess is competing in the Miss Idaho pageant next month and she's beautiful inside and out. She's the sweetest girl I've ever met. She spent a lot of time loving Emma, too. I'm grateful for the people that love Emma and help her feel special and important. She needs as much of that as possible, right now!SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-23136226889517770772010-04-21T08:22:00.000-07:002010-04-21T12:50:53.217-07:00Ben's 6th Birthday!Ben really wanted to go to the "Family Fun Center" for his 6th Bday. It's sort of like Chuck-E-Cheese, without the scary, dirty looking rat character and the creepy auto matron figures "dancing" while you eat. Oh, also . . . our "Family" Fun Center is mostly full of juvenile delinquents and interesting middle-age, tatooed people on the Dance Dance Revolution Game. So I'm not sure which venue is better. But the kids LOVE it there and Ben had a great party.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8yB2PuqjwI/AAAAAAAAEog/FtH3jo77wO0/s1600/Bens+BDay+Party+009+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8yB2PuqjwI/AAAAAAAAEog/FtH3jo77wO0/s400/Bens+BDay+Party+009+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461883217028747010" border="0" /></a>I love that kids can entertain themselves here and I can sit and do church work on my blackberry, while I watch the door to make sure no scary-mini adults try to kidnap the kids. For a mere $1o per child, the kids were fed, entertained and won prizes, while I texted the YW.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8yB2PuqjwI/AAAAAAAAEog/FtH3jo77wO0/s1600/Bens+BDay+Party+009+copy.jpg"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8x1-PWQRlI/AAAAAAAAEoY/47sIgkqIjYg/s1600/Bens+BDay+Party+017+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8x1-PWQRlI/AAAAAAAAEoY/47sIgkqIjYg/s400/Bens+BDay+Party+017+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461870160225781330" border="0" /></a>I'm such a sucker for this kid! I love his cute face. He gives me this look when I'm trying to discipline him. . . and while stroking my cheek and saying in a patronizing voice, "Shhh Mommy, it's OK. Just relax, it's going to be OK."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8x19jaUJiI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/qY5J5T41czw/s1600/Bens+BDay+Party+013+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8x19jaUJiI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/qY5J5T41czw/s400/Bens+BDay+Party+013+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461870148431652386" border="0" /></a>We ate pizza, drank soda, played token games, collected prizes, played in the jungle gym structure, ate cake/ice cream, opened presents and had a BLAST!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8x185EptKI/AAAAAAAAEoI/KYg-lquCPdo/s1600/Bens+BDay+Party+018+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8x185EptKI/AAAAAAAAEoI/KYg-lquCPdo/s400/Bens+BDay+Party+018+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461870137066501282" border="0" /></a>Ben and I went earlier in the day to buy a cake for the party. I used to spend hours making fancy cakes, but for $8 we got a COOL motorcross cake and I had a lot more time to create exciting party bags for Ben's friends!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8x18Xq3BuI/AAAAAAAAEoA/yO1YvJOmV6k/s1600/Bens+BDay+Party+010+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8x18Xq3BuI/AAAAAAAAEoA/yO1YvJOmV6k/s400/Bens+BDay+Party+010+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461870128099952354" border="0" /></a>This year, the twins mom asked Ben what she should buy him. He said, "An ipod!" She laughed and laughed. I explained to him later that when people ask him what he'd like, as a gift, he's supposed to say something SMALLER. He looked at me like I was stupid and said, "THERE IS NOTHING SMALLER THAN AN iPOD!" I then explained, "Well, by smaller I mean, something CHEAPER!" Again, the stupid look, "Mom, How am I supposed to know how much things cost? I'm a kid!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8x173oCpgI/AAAAAAAAEn4/ybNHuUGclJs/s1600/Bens+BDay+Party+012+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8x173oCpgI/AAAAAAAAEn4/ybNHuUGclJs/s400/Bens+BDay+Party+012+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461870119498196482" border="0" /></a>I'm pretty sure this was Ben's first big party with his buddies and he was so thrilled about all the presents (and never complained once about a lack of an ipod gift!) His friends were generous and he's been having a great time with all his LOOT! I didn't even buy him a gift this year and he hasn't seemed to notice. He's just a happy kid that enjoys whatever he's got (except, he still wants that ipod!) Thanks to all the fun boys that came to his party and made it a success!SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888492221136040904.post-2858889845130897092010-04-19T04:45:00.000-07:002010-04-19T04:45:00.175-07:00Emma's Party @ the Coast<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8fu-6C-wVI/AAAAAAAAEmw/nWXlAEiNXJA/s1600/March+2010+059+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8fu-6C-wVI/AAAAAAAAEmw/nWXlAEiNXJA/s400/March+2010+059+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460595837711073618" border="0" /></a>My Goodness! There are so many candles on her cake! She recieved ALL the Twilight Stuff I could get my hands on: Books, DVD's, Graphic Novels, Journals, Candies, etc. She proceded to read the first 3 books in the following week!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8fu-je8IoI/AAAAAAAAEmo/7r1bODG2YtI/s1600/March+2010+056+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8fu-je8IoI/AAAAAAAAEmo/7r1bODG2YtI/s400/March+2010+056+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460595831654326914" border="0" /></a>We experienced a lot of rain on this trip, so everyone played lots of games, watched movies and ran outside, as soon as there was a break in the clouds!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8fu-AHzx2I/AAAAAAAAEmg/pR05bDTiJtw/s1600/Coast+Trip+134+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8fu-AHzx2I/AAAAAAAAEmg/pR05bDTiJtw/s400/Coast+Trip+134+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460595822162069346" border="0" /></a>More games, More fun! This game is coming to an end, see the sun shining through?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8fu989P89I/AAAAAAAAEmY/rLRQER0Pd1M/s1600/March+2010+049+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8fu989P89I/AAAAAAAAEmY/rLRQER0Pd1M/s400/March+2010+049+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460595821312472018" border="0" /></a>Family Scripture Study before bed. . .<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8fu9X28urI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/UYXeC5_Vgew/s1600/March+2010+055+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uV2xVhGLm4/S8fu9X28urI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/UYXeC5_Vgew/s400/March+2010+055+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460595811353934514" border="0" /></a>After the 13th birthday party, Emma and Lainey snuggled up and slept in as long as a house full of babies would let them (about 6:30am!)SevenVillageIdiartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234537766916405254noreply@blogger.com0