<?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-29225427</id><updated>2012-02-23T16:32:04.848-08:00</updated><category term='Katelyn'/><category term='Elisabeth life'/><category term='Grant'/><category term='Elisabeth BC'/><category term='Family'/><title type='text'>Cameron and Elisabeth</title><subtitle type='html'>Enjoying Life's Little Blessings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>328</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-6813349727360058725</id><published>2012-02-06T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T19:15:29.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There were 5 in the bed and the little one said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBmEvzjc5Eg/TzCLQ3C5xYI/AAAAAAAAFko/10EYyGDggsg/s1600/IMG_8913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBmEvzjc5Eg/TzCLQ3C5xYI/AAAAAAAAFko/10EYyGDggsg/s640/IMG_8913.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Every morning as the dawn is considering cracking my children race to be the first to get in bed with us. Despite the early hours we have a lot of fun cuddling and talking about the dreams that were just had. Grant is like me and remembers many of his dreams, &amp;nbsp;it's hit or miss with Katelyn and Dallin. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Thanks to our oldest we have had to set a few rules for our morning cuddling time,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. if it's before 6am they are sent back to their room, but 6:01am is fair game. I am positive that some mornings Katelyn waits by her clock until it says 6:00 so she can be the first one there. Usually it's closer to 6:30 before we are bombarded.&lt;br /&gt;2. if there is crying or fighting over who is in what spot, they are sent back to their room. &amp;nbsp;Everyone wants to be by mommy or daddy but no one wants to be squished in the middle. &amp;nbsp;it's hard to fit 5 people in a queen size bed especially since one of those people is still recovering from being&amp;nbsp;pregnant&amp;nbsp;with twins. &amp;nbsp;and speaking of twins, if they are awake it's nearly impossible to fit everyone happily.&lt;br /&gt;3. no wiggling or squirming especially if mommy and daddy are still trying to sleep... which is most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MPdjx2-CbiY/TzCLXkoG9MI/AAAAAAAAFkw/h1rNco3TKH8/s1600/IMG_8915.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MPdjx2-CbiY/TzCLXkoG9MI/AAAAAAAAFkw/h1rNco3TKH8/s640/IMG_8915.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This morning Cameron was still working, and Peter decided he was done sleeping around 6:15am, and we had some time to smile and coo at each other before the other kids came in. and before long Lilly wanted to join in the fun and&amp;nbsp;excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWcvY_N2s2k/TzCL1Egv3eI/AAAAAAAAFlQ/PBUCnRH1csM/s1600/IMG_8912.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWcvY_N2s2k/TzCL1Egv3eI/AAAAAAAAFlQ/PBUCnRH1csM/s640/IMG_8912.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vErboz9RkTU/TzCLeyWtxAI/AAAAAAAAFk4/avgMSxeRIZQ/s1600/IMG_8918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vErboz9RkTU/TzCLeyWtxAI/AAAAAAAAFk4/avgMSxeRIZQ/s640/IMG_8918.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids LOVE playing with the babies, &amp;nbsp;We all love it, &amp;nbsp;it's so fun to make them laugh and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_NcW-8NYiLk/TzCLmj1C6qI/AAAAAAAAFlA/-Y_kFCRdq8E/s1600/IMG_8920.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_NcW-8NYiLk/TzCLmj1C6qI/AAAAAAAAFlA/-Y_kFCRdq8E/s640/IMG_8920.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dallin gets especially goofy with the babies, and they eat it up, they love watching him waiting for him to do something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2rUh5vBsGE/TzCLto0yyVI/AAAAAAAAFlI/UbS1qoDaVnM/s1600/IMG_8923.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2rUh5vBsGE/TzCLto0yyVI/AAAAAAAAFlI/UbS1qoDaVnM/s640/IMG_8923.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Most mornings are pretty great at our house... that is if you like waking up&amp;nbsp;before&amp;nbsp;the crack of dawn.. which we do... mostly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-6813349727360058725?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6813349727360058725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=6813349727360058725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/6813349727360058725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/6813349727360058725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2012/02/there-were-5-in-bed-and-little-one-said.html' title='There were 5 in the bed and the little one said...'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBmEvzjc5Eg/TzCLQ3C5xYI/AAAAAAAAFko/10EYyGDggsg/s72-c/IMG_8913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-1289690543031017392</id><published>2012-02-05T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T20:20:06.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays are great... yippee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VpZ-I9gRL0A/Ty9OlBCNGGI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/QV8GvA3mZ24/s1600/IMG_8866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VpZ-I9gRL0A/Ty9OlBCNGGI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/QV8GvA3mZ24/s640/IMG_8866.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This year my birthday high light was going on not one but 2 dates with my husband without kids, I might add. It was so great! &amp;nbsp;Two of my dear friends offered to watch all five of my kids so that we could enjoy some time together. &amp;nbsp;Thankfully the twins are in an easy for other people to watch stage (or so I'm told...) because they pretty much sleep from 6pm on, &amp;nbsp;so the only kids to worry about are the big kids and they pretty much play with my friends kids the whole time, &amp;nbsp;it's so nice to have good kids... otherwise I'm pretty sure there would be no dating until after the kids move out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;another highlight was having another dear friend drop by with a gift, &amp;nbsp;it was very thoughtful and I felt loved.&lt;br /&gt;Cameron got me this turtle pie, &amp;nbsp;it was great and I didn't have to make it. &amp;nbsp;The kids decided they would prefer&amp;nbsp;chocolate&amp;nbsp;cream pie, so they ate that, &amp;nbsp;it will kind of be a sad day when the kids decide they like "mommy daddy" food. &amp;nbsp;we might actually have to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RysuM4lKZ6Q/Ty9QP9pI55I/AAAAAAAAFiw/_IZEYMkAKrw/s1600/IMG_8872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RysuM4lKZ6Q/Ty9QP9pI55I/AAAAAAAAFiw/_IZEYMkAKrw/s320/IMG_8872.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q6eEqrxTPEo/Ty9P5bUMBvI/AAAAAAAAFiY/kHFgbUYr2JU/s1600/IMG_8873.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q6eEqrxTPEo/Ty9P5bUMBvI/AAAAAAAAFiY/kHFgbUYr2JU/s320/IMG_8873.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GuoEkm9yIIk/Ty9QHud4ERI/AAAAAAAAFio/kuizETGXBbg/s1600/IMG_8871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GuoEkm9yIIk/Ty9QHud4ERI/AAAAAAAAFio/kuizETGXBbg/s320/IMG_8871.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it I got 3&amp;nbsp;pictures&amp;nbsp;of the store bought turtle pie and not a single picture of me, Cameron or the babies... clearly my&amp;nbsp;priorities&amp;nbsp;are a bit&amp;nbsp;skewed, or maybe the pie is willing to sit still while I snap a picture...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-1289690543031017392?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1289690543031017392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=1289690543031017392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1289690543031017392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1289690543031017392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2012/02/birthdays-are-great-yippee.html' title='Birthdays are great... yippee'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VpZ-I9gRL0A/Ty9OlBCNGGI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/QV8GvA3mZ24/s72-c/IMG_8866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-572275140631490760</id><published>2012-02-05T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T20:19:55.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when I needed it most.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrLOWusqx_o/Ty9OBGqQmdI/AAAAAAAAFhw/bnFZ3_e41qg/s1600/IMG_8855.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrLOWusqx_o/Ty9OBGqQmdI/AAAAAAAAFhw/bnFZ3_e41qg/s640/IMG_8855.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;today Katelyn decided on her own, without coercion, to do the dishes for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_vQrHd3CZIs/Ty9OHtEDtMI/AAAAAAAAFh4/3cnC6Fl_ihQ/s1600/IMG_8856.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_vQrHd3CZIs/Ty9OHtEDtMI/AAAAAAAAFh4/3cnC6Fl_ihQ/s320/IMG_8856.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YGhtrEtcaMA/Ty9QTCzisSI/AAAAAAAAFi4/wtZemb_YGmA/s1600/IMG_8853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YGhtrEtcaMA/Ty9QTCzisSI/AAAAAAAAFi4/wtZemb_YGmA/s320/IMG_8853.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pABdmfyF-WE/Ty9QWOnbSzI/AAAAAAAAFjA/HSFrM_zFQpg/s1600/IMG_8854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pABdmfyF-WE/Ty9QWOnbSzI/AAAAAAAAFjA/HSFrM_zFQpg/s640/IMG_8854.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When you're helping your happy! &amp;nbsp;and what a great help she is. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-572275140631490760?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/572275140631490760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=572275140631490760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/572275140631490760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/572275140631490760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2012/02/just-when-i-needed-it-most.html' title='Just when I needed it most.'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrLOWusqx_o/Ty9OBGqQmdI/AAAAAAAAFhw/bnFZ3_e41qg/s72-c/IMG_8855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-3314180762898067743</id><published>2012-01-26T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T18:21:08.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting better all the time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;kinda....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBVRcD-8c2M/Ty_L99QFoRI/AAAAAAAAFjI/xRfE6YzA3jA/s1600/IMG_8773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBVRcD-8c2M/Ty_L99QFoRI/AAAAAAAAFjI/xRfE6YzA3jA/s640/IMG_8773.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelyn is still working on mastering the art of roller skating. &amp;nbsp;we thought it might help to give the kids practice on their bikes and roller skates so we took them to the "Von Bose" park and let them ride and skate around on the sidewalk that runs around the park and grass area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FYNYZ7i-TCM/Ty_MFjRREVI/AAAAAAAAFjQ/3kNgiGyFBrY/s1600/IMG_8771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FYNYZ7i-TCM/Ty_MFjRREVI/AAAAAAAAFjQ/3kNgiGyFBrY/s640/IMG_8771.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We thought practicing on the grass might help her keep her footing a bit better, and it did help but it was still tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-43svrQqaBeA/Ty_MPwO7l3I/AAAAAAAAFjY/t4YCPTJConE/s1600/IMG_8772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-43svrQqaBeA/Ty_MPwO7l3I/AAAAAAAAFjY/t4YCPTJConE/s640/IMG_8772.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;she's getting better all the time and i'm sure before we know it she will be skating circles around us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-3314180762898067743?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3314180762898067743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=3314180762898067743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3314180762898067743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3314180762898067743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2012/01/getting-better-all-time.html' title='Getting better all the time.'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBVRcD-8c2M/Ty_L99QFoRI/AAAAAAAAFjI/xRfE6YzA3jA/s72-c/IMG_8773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-2470318869144556368</id><published>2012-01-20T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T19:49:01.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>our little picker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mSaidJZ9JQE/Ty9KrfoZ8GI/AAAAAAAAFho/2Mtrxo6W4n4/s1600/IMG_8862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mSaidJZ9JQE/Ty9KrfoZ8GI/AAAAAAAAFho/2Mtrxo6W4n4/s640/IMG_8862.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grant is a picker, unfortunately, he comes by it naturally. &amp;nbsp; he has had the scab on his cheek for a number of weeks now because he can't leave it alone and&amp;nbsp;no amount of bribing seemed to work, because he seemed to do it unconsciously especially when we was asleep. so we decided to take control of the matter and put a&amp;nbsp;band-aid&amp;nbsp;on it, &amp;nbsp;unfortunately&amp;nbsp;that only made the problem worse&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;apparently&amp;nbsp;he is&amp;nbsp;allergic&amp;nbsp;to the&amp;nbsp;bandage&amp;nbsp;adhesive... &amp;nbsp;looks like we're back to the drawing board...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-stTF12QqYIY/Ty9Kkw2c5CI/AAAAAAAAFhg/3EAHslcAIlY/s1600/IMG_8863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-stTF12QqYIY/Ty9Kkw2c5CI/AAAAAAAAFhg/3EAHslcAIlY/s640/IMG_8863.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-2470318869144556368?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2470318869144556368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=2470318869144556368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/2470318869144556368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/2470318869144556368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-little-picker.html' title='our little picker'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mSaidJZ9JQE/Ty9KrfoZ8GI/AAAAAAAAFho/2Mtrxo6W4n4/s72-c/IMG_8862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-35832416646329491</id><published>2012-01-16T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T19:40:50.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you do today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;why is it I can't keep up with my blog... oh wait, now I&amp;nbsp;remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ybkgL1F0H1o/Ty9IeqN8d7I/AAAAAAAAFhY/ftIBf5ZUurI/s1600/IMG_8811.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ybkgL1F0H1o/Ty9IeqN8d7I/AAAAAAAAFhY/ftIBf5ZUurI/s640/IMG_8811.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;plus one load in the washer, one in the dryer and one on the floor in the laundry room... I'd say it was quite a day... too bad we will be repeating the process in&amp;nbsp;approximately&amp;nbsp;2 days... &amp;nbsp;It would be great to love doing&amp;nbsp;laundry&amp;nbsp;right about now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-35832416646329491?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/35832416646329491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=35832416646329491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/35832416646329491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/35832416646329491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-did-you-do-today.html' title='What did you do today?'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ybkgL1F0H1o/Ty9IeqN8d7I/AAAAAAAAFhY/ftIBf5ZUurI/s72-c/IMG_8811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-3526684280258340897</id><published>2012-01-15T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T19:25:54.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting into the swing of things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_iq5NhaIzFs/Ty9EcycW4LI/AAAAAAAAFgw/zYa2Yi0Zqa4/s1600/IMG_8770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_iq5NhaIzFs/Ty9EcycW4LI/AAAAAAAAFgw/zYa2Yi0Zqa4/s640/IMG_8770.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love 4 month old babies, They laugh they smile,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;the blow bubbles with their spit...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EseG8D7rQpY/Ty9Ej5QsTuI/AAAAAAAAFg4/CepUNfNKgUo/s1600/IMG_8787.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EseG8D7rQpY/Ty9Ej5QsTuI/AAAAAAAAFg4/CepUNfNKgUo/s640/IMG_8787.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They stick out their&amp;nbsp;tong... what's not to love? &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes Lilly is wearing a boy bib, somehow we have 5 times as many boy bibs as we do girl ones unfortunately it's our little girl who spits up all over the place, so she gets to wear boy bibs... it's not the end of the world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sb0ODybZdg8/Ty9EtBuHqUI/AAAAAAAAFhA/qHAg2YCf_jE/s1600/IMG_8790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sb0ODybZdg8/Ty9EtBuHqUI/AAAAAAAAFhA/qHAg2YCf_jE/s640/IMG_8790.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We put Peter in a baby swing for the first time, he LOVED it. &amp;nbsp;actually I think it relaxed him, &amp;nbsp;he just sat there &amp;nbsp;with a look of complete contentment and then he fell asleep... should have gotten a picture of that... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CLcCBiulBws/Ty9EzowlcxI/AAAAAAAAFhI/2RaFeGeN-J4/s1600/IMG_8791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CLcCBiulBws/Ty9EzowlcxI/AAAAAAAAFhI/2RaFeGeN-J4/s640/IMG_8791.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lilly got her first&amp;nbsp;experience&amp;nbsp;in a swing too, &amp;nbsp;she was a little more tense but in the end she also fell asleep... maybe it was nap time? you would think that after 5 kids I would be able to read their signals better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-86kmdXuK_9w/Ty9E8MF8qVI/AAAAAAAAFhQ/QostbepEeNs/s1600/IMG_8800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-86kmdXuK_9w/Ty9E8MF8qVI/AAAAAAAAFhQ/QostbepEeNs/s640/IMG_8800.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and of course we can't leave out the "big kids" they wanted their turn in the swing. &amp;nbsp;I'm guessing in a few years this might not be possible without getting completely stuck but for now we are living it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-3526684280258340897?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3526684280258340897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=3526684280258340897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3526684280258340897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3526684280258340897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2012/01/getting-into-swing-of-things.html' title='Getting into the swing of things'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_iq5NhaIzFs/Ty9EcycW4LI/AAAAAAAAFgw/zYa2Yi0Zqa4/s72-c/IMG_8770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-1138923376593568312</id><published>2012-01-06T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T05:35:24.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N8P--TnPm-c/TwJ4WpYrMnI/AAAAAAAAFgc/TrJo-3z9AMo/s1600/IMG_8513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N8P--TnPm-c/TwJ4WpYrMnI/AAAAAAAAFgc/TrJo-3z9AMo/s640/IMG_8513.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cameron&amp;nbsp;is amazing in so many ways but especially when it comes to being a daddy. &amp;nbsp; Even as I write this he is playing little games with Peter while he get's him changed and dressed for the day. &amp;nbsp;he's always the first to be fun loving and playful but he also helps around the house and follows through with parenting decisions. &amp;nbsp;I knew he was&amp;nbsp;wonderful&amp;nbsp;when we got married but I really didn't know how great he was until we had kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31Lx82jrFsM/TwJ4ebcW2OI/AAAAAAAAFgk/TrNGoS_Dq9k/s1600/IMG_8511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31Lx82jrFsM/TwJ4ebcW2OI/AAAAAAAAFgk/TrNGoS_Dq9k/s640/IMG_8511.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am so blessed to get to spend forever with this amazing guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-1138923376593568312?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1138923376593568312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=1138923376593568312&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1138923376593568312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1138923376593568312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2012/01/daddy.html' title='Daddy'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N8P--TnPm-c/TwJ4WpYrMnI/AAAAAAAAFgc/TrJo-3z9AMo/s72-c/IMG_8513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-5909101751636506977</id><published>2012-01-06T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T18:45:43.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary Activity</title><content type='html'>we showed up in a jammies and ate&amp;nbsp;breakfast&amp;nbsp;at the church while members of the bishopric introduced the new primary theme, "Choose the Right"... or something along those lines, &amp;nbsp;I love that primary has a theme to focus on each year. &amp;nbsp;it's nice to have direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-97XJ6bHSbuc/Ty_NxxqZlXI/AAAAAAAAFj4/5imXON_aMLU/s1600/IMG_8815.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-97XJ6bHSbuc/Ty_NxxqZlXI/AAAAAAAAFj4/5imXON_aMLU/s320/IMG_8815.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know this may come as a shock to you but no, her hair does not look like that first thing in the morning... I know, I know I'm even&amp;nbsp;surprised&amp;nbsp;myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9eWZta6YVH0/Ty_N23C_KOI/AAAAAAAAFkA/DRhg_6sepbs/s1600/IMG_8816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9eWZta6YVH0/Ty_N23C_KOI/AAAAAAAAFkA/DRhg_6sepbs/s640/IMG_8816.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grant is actually this happy just about every morning, &amp;nbsp;he is one of the happiest kids I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgux9c4el78/Ty_N8QZ4TJI/AAAAAAAAFkI/D0eNXI1RjGY/s1600/IMG_8817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgux9c4el78/Ty_N8QZ4TJI/AAAAAAAAFkI/D0eNXI1RjGY/s640/IMG_8817.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my kids love and adore juice boxes, they are a rare and&amp;nbsp;special&amp;nbsp;treat at our house, as are fruit snacks, &amp;nbsp;I figure they are pretty much like candy, they might as well be treated like candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;\&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcpEmMaeN14/Ty_NlrVno0I/AAAAAAAAFjo/KX7iurrqsjU/s1600/IMG_8843.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcpEmMaeN14/Ty_NlrVno0I/AAAAAAAAFjo/KX7iurrqsjU/s640/IMG_8843.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lilly has pretty much won the heart of the young women in our ward, &amp;nbsp;it's hard to resist those cute cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fuWR2AtJsWg/Ty_NeT_o_TI/AAAAAAAAFjg/QH8nQVX_gik/s1600/IMG_8839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fuWR2AtJsWg/Ty_NeT_o_TI/AAAAAAAAFjg/QH8nQVX_gik/s640/IMG_8839.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cameron's hair does not actually look like this in the morning either, &amp;nbsp;believe it or not, he made great efforts to get his hair to stick up like that. &amp;nbsp;on the other hand, Peter's hair doesn't change no matter the time of day or night... believe me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hCzNPkVE6xI/Ty_OBGVl9EI/AAAAAAAAFkQ/TFr9GCo0BC0/s1600/IMG_8828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hCzNPkVE6xI/Ty_OBGVl9EI/AAAAAAAAFkQ/TFr9GCo0BC0/s640/IMG_8828.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After&amp;nbsp;breakfast&amp;nbsp;the kids were&amp;nbsp;encouraged&amp;nbsp;to color on the tables, they were happy to comply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v6JcCoux3B0/Ty_OPXWRLGI/AAAAAAAAFkg/Us381eUDsYE/s1600/IMG_8834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v6JcCoux3B0/Ty_OPXWRLGI/AAAAAAAAFkg/Us381eUDsYE/s640/IMG_8834.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelyn was so excited to wear her hello kitty slippers, &amp;nbsp;she LOVES them, and who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQFgWYCD_0s/Ty_OITcA_vI/AAAAAAAAFkY/XlhV7RX_USA/s1600/IMG_8833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQFgWYCD_0s/Ty_OITcA_vI/AAAAAAAAFkY/XlhV7RX_USA/s640/IMG_8833.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-5909101751636506977?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5909101751636506977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=5909101751636506977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/5909101751636506977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/5909101751636506977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2012/01/primary-activity.html' title='Primary Activity'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-97XJ6bHSbuc/Ty_NxxqZlXI/AAAAAAAAFj4/5imXON_aMLU/s72-c/IMG_8815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-498677750352227142</id><published>2012-01-02T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T19:30:35.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T65iJuyYZMg/TwIW0QpaoZI/AAAAAAAAFfU/ssrhLWxZg2Y/s1600/IMG_8476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T65iJuyYZMg/TwIW0QpaoZI/AAAAAAAAFfU/ssrhLWxZg2Y/s640/IMG_8476.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Like everyone else, Grant loves our two new additions. &amp;nbsp;He loves to make them laugh and doesn't seems to mind too much when they cry. &amp;nbsp;Both Lilly and Peter love watching the kids jump and Grant is always happy to&amp;nbsp;volunteer. Grant was also the first to notice that Peter Loves to hear us sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" and will sing it to him whenever he gets fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cYr44ws1wXM/TwIXD3ETmEI/AAAAAAAAFfk/CjcgzEfIxw8/s1600/IMG_8478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cYr44ws1wXM/TwIXD3ETmEI/AAAAAAAAFfk/CjcgzEfIxw8/s640/IMG_8478.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's actually become pretty rear to find one the kids feeding either of the babies... especially Lilly because I think we all have&amp;nbsp;experienced&amp;nbsp;being drenched in her spit-up. but today Grant was happy to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VDdvB8_wfKg/TwIXUSPBxoI/AAAAAAAAFf0/2eHpFuhoEMM/s1600/IMG_8481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VDdvB8_wfKg/TwIXUSPBxoI/AAAAAAAAFf0/2eHpFuhoEMM/s640/IMG_8481.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's so fun to watch the big kids interact with the babies, &amp;nbsp;we all love them so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-498677750352227142?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/498677750352227142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=498677750352227142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/498677750352227142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/498677750352227142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-little-helper.html' title='My Little Helper'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T65iJuyYZMg/TwIW0QpaoZI/AAAAAAAAFfU/ssrhLWxZg2Y/s72-c/IMG_8476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-5457358623890464354</id><published>2012-01-01T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T20:55:29.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilly's First Hair Trim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfCJUm1J-6A/TwEtab7UWII/AAAAAAAAFc4/0zQyyAeRb2s/s1600/IMG_8557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfCJUm1J-6A/TwEtab7UWII/AAAAAAAAFc4/0zQyyAeRb2s/s640/IMG_8557.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of Lilly's most distinguishing features is that little tuft of hair that sticks&amp;nbsp;straight&amp;nbsp;up. &amp;nbsp;So we decided to give her tuft a little trim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YckCTc3meXg/TwEtn-GSKvI/AAAAAAAAFdA/KTiB4bF3A2Q/s1600/IMG_8558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YckCTc3meXg/TwEtn-GSKvI/AAAAAAAAFdA/KTiB4bF3A2Q/s640/IMG_8558.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grant had the first go at it, cutting&amp;nbsp;approximately&amp;nbsp;six hairs... yep, that's them, right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3M9A11aSE4M/TwEt1dDtfCI/AAAAAAAAFdY/z-SYn6vzb84/s1600/IMG_8559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3M9A11aSE4M/TwEt1dDtfCI/AAAAAAAAFdY/z-SYn6vzb84/s640/IMG_8559.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe7JuoV36ic/TwEt8MQt8SI/AAAAAAAAFdg/lXQkixoM7hs/s1600/IMG_8561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe7JuoV36ic/TwEt8MQt8SI/AAAAAAAAFdg/lXQkixoM7hs/s640/IMG_8561.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelyn was the next self proclaimed barber, &amp;nbsp;and she cut a few more hairs, we feared that between Lilly's head bobbing and the unsteady hand of our other children, Lilly would get her eyes poked out, so we concluded that hair cutting session almost as quickly as it begain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BhKfR_q47CU/TwEuDLmSZCI/AAAAAAAAFdo/J4wiG5c1isU/s1600/IMG_8562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BhKfR_q47CU/TwEuDLmSZCI/AAAAAAAAFdo/J4wiG5c1isU/s640/IMG_8562.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The results were stunning... ok so no one actually noticed the change but those of us who were there knew, and we could see the difference...&amp;nbsp;barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXZ--teeoWc/TwE2ZQqbvRI/AAAAAAAAFek/UK84Xk7JFnY/s1600/IMG_8612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXZ--teeoWc/TwE2ZQqbvRI/AAAAAAAAFek/UK84Xk7JFnY/s640/IMG_8612.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xu9EHqchGQY/TwE3p085g_I/AAAAAAAAFe4/48l0ycHV1YI/s1600/IMG_8689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xu9EHqchGQY/TwE3p085g_I/AAAAAAAAFe4/48l0ycHV1YI/s640/IMG_8689.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-5457358623890464354?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5457358623890464354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=5457358623890464354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/5457358623890464354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/5457358623890464354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2012/01/lillys-first-hair-trim.html' title='Lilly&apos;s First Hair Trim'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfCJUm1J-6A/TwEtab7UWII/AAAAAAAAFc4/0zQyyAeRb2s/s72-c/IMG_8557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-1052491364541611645</id><published>2012-01-01T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:01:04.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking up a storm is fun to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wz6jdeEfcj8/TwEsp5uy6aI/AAAAAAAAFb8/7PQ-koKJENM/s1600/IMG_8466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wz6jdeEfcj8/TwEsp5uy6aI/AAAAAAAAFb8/7PQ-koKJENM/s640/IMG_8466.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm not sure what it is about the cooler months that get me in the mood to bake, but this December we did some fun baking projects... all of which involved a LOT of sugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-daK4IPsXDZc/TwEswV3REJI/AAAAAAAAFcE/BXKaq_sckV8/s1600/IMG_8472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-daK4IPsXDZc/TwEswV3REJI/AAAAAAAAFcE/BXKaq_sckV8/s640/IMG_8472.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Why eat a plain frosted sugar cookie when you can add sprinkles? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5E8_Z8RGWE/TwEs1rV64_I/AAAAAAAAFcM/PwZ3XlxFgRU/s1600/IMG_8474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5E8_Z8RGWE/TwEs1rV64_I/AAAAAAAAFcM/PwZ3XlxFgRU/s640/IMG_8474.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;one night while i was up feeding the babies I had this great idea for&amp;nbsp;breakfast&amp;nbsp;that morning, Snow man pancakes! &amp;nbsp;I thought the kids would LOVE them, and they did, they loved everything except the&amp;nbsp;chocolate&amp;nbsp;chips and candy corn... you can't win them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Qmxip_HaZI/TwEs9RmnwzI/AAAAAAAAFcU/dnTg1o_1OV0/s1600/IMG_8475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Qmxip_HaZI/TwEs9RmnwzI/AAAAAAAAFcU/dnTg1o_1OV0/s640/IMG_8475.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PxPI4X4jbr4/TwEtIW-yuiI/AAAAAAAAFcc/uBabJ3d0rEk/s1600/IMG_8491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PxPI4X4jbr4/TwEtIW-yuiI/AAAAAAAAFcc/uBabJ3d0rEk/s640/IMG_8491.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;reindeer ginger cookies. &amp;nbsp;a huge hit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AhhyE4aMvuY/TwEtW1v0c7I/AAAAAAAAFcw/x8cPSAkwlSg/s1600/IMG_8492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AhhyE4aMvuY/TwEtW1v0c7I/AAAAAAAAFcw/x8cPSAkwlSg/s640/IMG_8492.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you didn't get a plate of these from us this Christmas season, sorry. &amp;nbsp;we ended up making these 3&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;times the last time tripling the&amp;nbsp;recipe,&amp;nbsp;unfortunately&amp;nbsp;after we made up the plates, loaded the kids in the car and made our first delivery each and everyone of the kids had a meltdown so rather then force everyone to finish the deliveries, we turned around and went home... we have since eaten a lot of reindeer cookies... sorry... sometimes that's just the way we roll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C6NfQiFo_I0/TwEy8edAFsI/AAAAAAAAFeE/UUgw7vTJAYw/s1600/IMG_8495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C6NfQiFo_I0/TwEy8edAFsI/AAAAAAAAFeE/UUgw7vTJAYw/s640/IMG_8495.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1mSXyZVE0YM/TwEto0DHe_I/AAAAAAAAFdI/A7Mt42j7Tts/s1600/IMG_8510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1mSXyZVE0YM/TwEto0DHe_I/AAAAAAAAFdI/A7Mt42j7Tts/s640/IMG_8510.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;we only made one batch of these snicker doodle snowman cookies... inspired by&amp;nbsp;certain&amp;nbsp;snowman pancakes... and the ginger cookies tasted so much better that I was&amp;nbsp;embarrassed&amp;nbsp;to give these ones away so we took them to playgroup and the kids all&amp;nbsp;thoroughly&amp;nbsp;enjoyed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1EWFWfM5Gv0/TwE1FZ7sZfI/AAAAAAAAFeQ/KBrpmjGHCEo/s1600/IMG_8588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1EWFWfM5Gv0/TwE1FZ7sZfI/AAAAAAAAFeQ/KBrpmjGHCEo/s640/IMG_8588.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we also created a gingerbread train... it looks more like a sugar cookie train but that's because we used light brown sugar and light&amp;nbsp;corn syrup, so we got a light result. &amp;nbsp;no one seemed to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gl1sCKD418E/TwE1OUvAKfI/AAAAAAAAFeY/dmuEDEIJLzo/s1600/IMG_8515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gl1sCKD418E/TwE1OUvAKfI/AAAAAAAAFeY/dmuEDEIJLzo/s640/IMG_8515.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I also baked cupcakes for the Alliance December bake sale. &amp;nbsp;Chocolate&amp;nbsp;with a few having mint&amp;nbsp;frosting, peanut butter frosting or&amp;nbsp;vanilla&amp;nbsp;frosting with sprinkles. &amp;nbsp;this was my attempt to please a crowd. They were a hit and sold almost the second they were placed on the display table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we baked many more things that aren't pictured... or remembered... but I know it happened... it's amazing how sleep deprivation has that effect on you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-1052491364541611645?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1052491364541611645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=1052491364541611645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1052491364541611645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1052491364541611645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2012/01/baking-up-storm-is-fun-to-do.html' title='Baking up a storm is fun to do...'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wz6jdeEfcj8/TwEsp5uy6aI/AAAAAAAAFb8/7PQ-koKJENM/s72-c/IMG_8466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-9129134175878274128</id><published>2012-01-01T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T20:00:22.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm_triTHuPA/TwEg0g4yQmI/AAAAAAAAFa8/P84-nOTO3ig/s1600/IMG_8424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm_triTHuPA/TwEg0g4yQmI/AAAAAAAAFa8/P84-nOTO3ig/s640/IMG_8424.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love doing Katelyn's hair, &amp;nbsp;it's fun for me to try new things and see what I can recreate. &amp;nbsp;Katelyn&amp;nbsp;only cries and screams during the brushing out part, and since I would do that part&amp;nbsp;regardless&amp;nbsp;I don't feel bad about &amp;nbsp;taking time to fix her hair after the initial brushing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nDL3_bqpMI4/TwEgufXsuoI/AAAAAAAAFa0/mFjyYW6zuww/s1600/IMG_8423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nDL3_bqpMI4/TwEgufXsuoI/AAAAAAAAFa0/mFjyYW6zuww/s640/IMG_8423.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;she's not going to let me do her hair forever so I want to have some fun with it while I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lMFBFtdxDeI/TwEghUN4OAI/AAAAAAAAFas/L2ijIr-0odE/s1600/IMG_8421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lMFBFtdxDeI/TwEghUN4OAI/AAAAAAAAFas/L2ijIr-0odE/s640/IMG_8421.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;in the end, Katelyn loves it. &amp;nbsp;She's always pleased when other people notice her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-9129134175878274128?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/9129134175878274128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=9129134175878274128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/9129134175878274128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/9129134175878274128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2012/01/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm_triTHuPA/TwEg0g4yQmI/AAAAAAAAFa8/P84-nOTO3ig/s72-c/IMG_8424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-1543778125183437531</id><published>2012-01-01T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:53:17.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sGbiwTlUBpo/TwEhIArfNZI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/XzkGwPpZnH0/s1600/IMG_8331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sGbiwTlUBpo/TwEhIArfNZI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/XzkGwPpZnH0/s640/IMG_8331.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I should have been suspicious when the kids stopped coming in begging for snacks and I could hear the&amp;nbsp;snuffled&amp;nbsp;laughter as the kids took turns running from outside to the kids bathroom and back again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RIU62hMxQlM/TwEhBM5OHUI/AAAAAAAAFbI/n9nbDWD--8s/s1600/IMG_8328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RIU62hMxQlM/TwEhBM5OHUI/AAAAAAAAFbI/n9nbDWD--8s/s640/IMG_8328.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What they discovered? &amp;nbsp;Calk mixed with Water creates PAINT! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3TENI6a8pU/TwEhPzRqEjI/AAAAAAAAFbY/Jiq7tluH8r4/s1600/IMG_8317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3TENI6a8pU/TwEhPzRqEjI/AAAAAAAAFbY/Jiq7tluH8r4/s640/IMG_8317.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;what was also discovered: Chalk paint is still messy, even if it is made with chalk and water... who knew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqDHdPOglck/TwEhW8irQAI/AAAAAAAAFbg/OzniSkezURE/s1600/IMG_8319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqDHdPOglck/TwEhW8irQAI/AAAAAAAAFbg/OzniSkezURE/s640/IMG_8319.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fun times had by all... that is until it was time to clean up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jhgtAE9TvxI/TwEhlItEX_I/AAAAAAAAFbw/p62e5a9cCpE/s1600/IMG_8325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jhgtAE9TvxI/TwEhlItEX_I/AAAAAAAAFbw/p62e5a9cCpE/s640/IMG_8325.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-1543778125183437531?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1543778125183437531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=1543778125183437531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1543778125183437531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1543778125183437531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-paint.html' title='A New Paint'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sGbiwTlUBpo/TwEhIArfNZI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/XzkGwPpZnH0/s72-c/IMG_8331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-9108980184239163399</id><published>2011-12-06T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:23:57.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multitasking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7z_RO5eFpus/TtJcH1Wf1PI/AAAAAAAAFY8/BiWQe_tsFf4/s1600/IMG_5800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7z_RO5eFpus/TtJcH1Wf1PI/AAAAAAAAFY8/BiWQe_tsFf4/s640/IMG_5800.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've never been one to sit around and twiddling my thumbs... not that thumb twiddling isn't an awesome skill... I'm just not that&amp;nbsp;coordinated.... plus I have way to much to do. &amp;nbsp;I'm that girl who watches movies while crafting or cleaning. &amp;nbsp;I do the dishes while moping the floor. I can't have a phone conversation without scrubbing something. well having twins has taken it to a whole new level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yaVCcivt09A/TtJbx-6cxuI/AAAAAAAAFYk/XeRChJM7Hj4/s1600/IMG_8092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yaVCcivt09A/TtJbx-6cxuI/AAAAAAAAFYk/XeRChJM7Hj4/s640/IMG_8092.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now most everything I do I do one handed.and believe me I can do a lot, but my never ending pile of laundry, sink full of dishes and sticky kitchen floor is proof that something take two hands. &amp;nbsp;Right now at my house if it can't be done with one hand it probably wont get done... at least until Cameron gets home from work.... &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-elgN3FZccro/Tt5rRfI3TRI/AAAAAAAAFZs/rIdMUga0-4c/s1600/IMG_8046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-elgN3FZccro/Tt5rRfI3TRI/AAAAAAAAFZs/rIdMUga0-4c/s640/IMG_8046.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have developed a whole assortment of skills I never imagined possible. for instance one day I discovered that I can feed one baby while changing the diaper of the other... there are no&amp;nbsp;pictures, if someone had been around to take a picture I would have had them change the diaper. &amp;nbsp;I can also text and type while holding one or even two babies.... someone in this family has to keep in touch with the outside world... &amp;nbsp;Cameron came in from doing something and took this picture of me because he couldn't believe that I was texting, and typing at the same time while holding both babies... (in this picture it looks like Lilly is laying on top of Peter, she's not really) I can also feed a baby while posting on my blog.... oh wait that's what I'm doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RAbBMOPrSBg/Tt5lZk2GqbI/AAAAAAAAFZk/JFM1kfhDwZ0/s1600/IMG_5797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RAbBMOPrSBg/Tt5lZk2GqbI/AAAAAAAAFZk/JFM1kfhDwZ0/s640/IMG_5797.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And sometimes it's nice to just sit, love, and hold my babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-9108980184239163399?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/9108980184239163399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=9108980184239163399&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/9108980184239163399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/9108980184239163399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/12/multitasking.html' title='Multitasking'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7z_RO5eFpus/TtJcH1Wf1PI/AAAAAAAAFY8/BiWQe_tsFf4/s72-c/IMG_5800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-7145427931658717391</id><published>2011-11-08T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T08:52:20.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ChyP0KY7ipM/TrldMXIr4bI/AAAAAAAAFYU/3qpO_AbPJjs/s1600/IMG_5664.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ChyP0KY7ipM/TrldMXIr4bI/AAAAAAAAFYU/3qpO_AbPJjs/s640/IMG_5664.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most everyone within a 10 mile radius we have had visits from both the throw up and&amp;nbsp;snuffly&amp;nbsp;nose kinds of sicknesses this past week. &amp;nbsp;currently, besides the occasional bouts of coughing, everyone seems to be over it... everyone except our sweet Lilly who is not only having a hard time breathing but can't seem to keep anything down. &amp;nbsp;she does better when we are holding her up right against our chest. &amp;nbsp;she's eating little bits as often as she seems hungry, so my beautifully&amp;nbsp;orchestrated&amp;nbsp;3 hour&amp;nbsp;schedule&amp;nbsp;is out the window and for the first time in their lives she and Peter are on completely different&amp;nbsp;schedules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BckZ7mlqhtE/Trlc_npAZsI/AAAAAAAAFYM/GqwAwICxcus/s1600/IMG_5808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BckZ7mlqhtE/Trlc_npAZsI/AAAAAAAAFYM/GqwAwICxcus/s640/IMG_5808.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thankfully Aunt Amy is here to help care for the sick little ones.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-63N6KE7Hn8s/Trlc3zT4UAI/AAAAAAAAFYE/daLnKT-4oYI/s1600/IMG_5803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-63N6KE7Hn8s/Trlc3zT4UAI/AAAAAAAAFYE/daLnKT-4oYI/s640/IMG_5803.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hopefully this will pass&amp;nbsp;quickly&amp;nbsp;but for now we are trading off taking the&amp;nbsp;opportunity&amp;nbsp;to cuddle my sweet little sickie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-7145427931658717391?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7145427931658717391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=7145427931658717391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/7145427931658717391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/7145427931658717391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ChyP0KY7ipM/TrldMXIr4bI/AAAAAAAAFYU/3qpO_AbPJjs/s72-c/IMG_5664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-7311792055094589562</id><published>2011-11-07T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T19:03:30.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Fall 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7V77MPUc8AI/TrcWomQWZ_I/AAAAAAAAFV8/quVXvXX1uZ4/s1600/100_5140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7V77MPUc8AI/TrcWomQWZ_I/AAAAAAAAFV8/quVXvXX1uZ4/s640/100_5140.JPG" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;November has become a monumental month for me, 3 years ago this month I was declared cancer free. &amp;nbsp;so I&amp;nbsp;celebrate. &amp;nbsp;This&amp;nbsp;picture is probably when I looked the&amp;nbsp;sickest, it took a while for my eyebrows and eyelashes to fall out, that's when you look truly sick, and by November it was all gone and I started growing old man grey wispies on my head.... cute, I"m telling you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sb1ruXpgtWI/TrcWng4vkkI/AAAAAAAAFV0/GcbAl6jxWfE/s1600/100_5245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sb1ruXpgtWI/TrcWng4vkkI/AAAAAAAAFV0/GcbAl6jxWfE/s640/100_5245.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We aren't really sure when exactly I was rid of cancer. I did chemo first to shrink the tumor and when I had surgery in November there wasn't any cancer to be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fU4nvLTBM_Q/TrcWrF0EXJI/AAAAAAAAFWE/kLnb_VahgaM/s1600/100_5148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fU4nvLTBM_Q/TrcWrF0EXJI/AAAAAAAAFWE/kLnb_VahgaM/s640/100_5148.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There are so many things I am grateful for as I look back on that time in my life. &amp;nbsp;Hair is&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;one of them. This is&amp;nbsp;Katelyn&amp;nbsp;and me November 2008 with one of my 4 wigs... I didn't need 4 wigs, and I actually perfered to wear wraps over wigs or hats, the Florida summer heat &amp;nbsp;makes most&amp;nbsp;head wear&amp;nbsp;unbearable, but I wasn't comfortable going around bald.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fall 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3c6QzqwayE/TrcYigdevTI/AAAAAAAAFWc/xv0ftBUCer0/s1600/IMG_0166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3c6QzqwayE/TrcYigdevTI/AAAAAAAAFWc/xv0ftBUCer0/s640/IMG_0166.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A year later, I had curls, and lots of them. &amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;experience&amp;nbsp;with cancer treatment was still very real and I was concerned as we moved from Florida to Texas leaving behind everyone who had stood by me, who had supported me and knew what I had been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y676R1FyLD8/TrcY3A9lh5I/AAAAAAAAFW0/QMlz_Eyiyeo/s1600/IMG_0976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y676R1FyLD8/TrcY3A9lh5I/AAAAAAAAFW0/QMlz_Eyiyeo/s640/IMG_0976.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;my curls were the envy of every 70 year old lady, and my developing mullet was to die for. We quickly found our place here in Texas and except for the on going doctor's appointments, life became very normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRYtUxKdD3M/TrcYtj-iVkI/AAAAAAAAFWs/q4D3zIQyjEg/s1600/IMG_0235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRYtUxKdD3M/TrcYtj-iVkI/AAAAAAAAFWs/q4D3zIQyjEg/s400/IMG_0235.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What's the point in having so many curls if you don't have fun with them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-trCIt4gEK2o/Trcldf9zfsI/AAAAAAAAFX8/iihzLn4XsmU/s1600/IMG_0233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-trCIt4gEK2o/Trcldf9zfsI/AAAAAAAAFX8/iihzLn4XsmU/s400/IMG_0233.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jag7VI45SD0/TrcY_NnN9eI/AAAAAAAAFW8/Pak69krSlpQ/s1600/IMG_0740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jag7VI45SD0/TrcY_NnN9eI/AAAAAAAAFW8/Pak69krSlpQ/s640/IMG_0740.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I no longer had to spend any time on my own hair I started to focus on Katelyn's. &amp;nbsp;I had a great time looking up fun hair styles on the internet and trying them out on the only one in the family who had hair long enough to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Fall 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODh2bFokjAg/TrcZUC861VI/AAAAAAAAFXM/f0gRtKnuxoo/s1600/IMG_2538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODh2bFokjAg/TrcZUC861VI/AAAAAAAAFXM/f0gRtKnuxoo/s640/IMG_2538.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;by the next year the curls had mellowed a bit and my hair became much more&amp;nbsp;manageable.&amp;nbsp;Although I hadn't started cutting the front yet I did realize that the mullet had to go, and everyone was much happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iw1WR7r3Lhc/TrcZgQEGJuI/AAAAAAAAFXU/i0NglxQEyyI/s1600/IMG_2524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iw1WR7r3Lhc/TrcZgQEGJuI/AAAAAAAAFXU/i0NglxQEyyI/s640/IMG_2524.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fall 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-STfiBp2FK0Q/TrcZ6n7NcaI/AAAAAAAAFXk/f-rZmq3iHJA/s1600/IMG_5199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-STfiBp2FK0Q/TrcZ6n7NcaI/AAAAAAAAFXk/f-rZmq3iHJA/s640/IMG_5199.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; This year my hair has pretty much gone&amp;nbsp;straight, I honestly didn't think that was possible, I think it may have something to do with the hormones involved with being&amp;nbsp;pregnant&amp;nbsp;with twins... I think you can blame most anything on that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L5G_bSc9Qxo/TrcaBpo-z-I/AAAAAAAAFXs/Fy7cByJKYYM/s1600/IMG_5242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L5G_bSc9Qxo/TrcaBpo-z-I/AAAAAAAAFXs/Fy7cByJKYYM/s640/IMG_5242.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3 year out, life is pretty normal... except all the doctor visits... oh yeah and the&amp;nbsp;occasional&amp;nbsp;trying not to freak out at every lump or bump I discover.... other then that we carry on as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Bvv6vCjb78/TrcaIXOCs7I/AAAAAAAAFX0/bPUCRU90aiw/s1600/IMG_5267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Bvv6vCjb78/TrcaIXOCs7I/AAAAAAAAFX0/bPUCRU90aiw/s640/IMG_5267.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;so grateful to be alive. so increadably blessed with a beautiful family. and so thankful for hair.&lt;/b&gt;&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/29225427-7311792055094589562?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7311792055094589562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=7311792055094589562&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/7311792055094589562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/7311792055094589562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/celebrating.html' title='Celebrating!'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7V77MPUc8AI/TrcWomQWZ_I/AAAAAAAAFV8/quVXvXX1uZ4/s72-c/100_5140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-108714305770323904</id><published>2011-10-23T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T16:45:40.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikes Katelyn Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nG703-SIQr8/TqBt7QjSdKI/AAAAAAAAFPk/ykV8w9ggLN4/s1600/IMG_7793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nG703-SIQr8/TqBt7QjSdKI/AAAAAAAAFPk/ykV8w9ggLN4/s640/IMG_7793.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Katelyn&amp;nbsp;also learned to ride her bike without training wheels this week. &amp;nbsp;as with most things she has a bit of a different approach then Dallin does...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4EOo2RRgXo/TqBuTutFHAI/AAAAAAAAFPs/bmx3KrptdHk/s1600/IMG_7858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4EOo2RRgXo/TqBuTutFHAI/AAAAAAAAFPs/bmx3KrptdHk/s640/IMG_7858.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;there was a bit of this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFtJY37Gg3Q/TqBuXI-gWeI/AAAAAAAAFP0/o3PDlAwpGqo/s1600/IMG_7810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFtJY37Gg3Q/TqBuXI-gWeI/AAAAAAAAFP0/o3PDlAwpGqo/s640/IMG_7810.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and some of that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;so she decided to try her hand at roller skating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AiBOtrn__Ck/TqBu3bpBqpI/AAAAAAAAFQk/cm58F2bgH8k/s1600/IMG_7839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AiBOtrn__Ck/TqBu3bpBqpI/AAAAAAAAFQk/cm58F2bgH8k/s640/IMG_7839.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Skating proved to be more&amp;nbsp;challenging&amp;nbsp;then we had&amp;nbsp;previously&amp;nbsp;thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_WBIeQsNzEw/TqBukR0eOTI/AAAAAAAAFQM/Nd24cD9GGKM/s1600/IMG_7833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_WBIeQsNzEw/TqBukR0eOTI/AAAAAAAAFQM/Nd24cD9GGKM/s400/IMG_7833.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---UwqAlfG0w/TqBurGF4hUI/AAAAAAAAFQU/gtkJF5P-Xo4/s1600/IMG_7837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---UwqAlfG0w/TqBurGF4hUI/AAAAAAAAFQU/gtkJF5P-Xo4/s400/IMG_7837.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BDHM0Lpd-qA/TqBvFYV9RKI/AAAAAAAAFQ0/FhA9CC0cKRI/s1600/IMG_7852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BDHM0Lpd-qA/TqBvFYV9RKI/AAAAAAAAFQ0/FhA9CC0cKRI/s640/IMG_7852.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So she went back to the bike and what do you know, she got it. &amp;nbsp;she was the first of the three kids to be able to balance on her own and she is by far the fastest rider.&amp;nbsp;Cameron&amp;nbsp;offered&amp;nbsp;her a treat if she could ride by herself to our next door neighbor's house, and she did, no problem. &amp;nbsp;she just needed a little confidence in her abilities... sometimes&amp;nbsp;bribery&amp;nbsp;does wonders when it comes to things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Vr1ewzQh8M/TqBvKUDCBtI/AAAAAAAAFQ8/dQt7W6kndSM/s1600/IMG_7854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Vr1ewzQh8M/TqBvKUDCBtI/AAAAAAAAFQ8/dQt7W6kndSM/s640/IMG_7854.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-108714305770323904?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/108714305770323904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=108714305770323904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/108714305770323904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/108714305770323904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/10/bikes-katelyn-style.html' title='Bikes Katelyn Style'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nG703-SIQr8/TqBt7QjSdKI/AAAAAAAAFPk/ykV8w9ggLN4/s72-c/IMG_7793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-3434416019098771647</id><published>2011-10-20T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T11:51:23.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikes, Dallin Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kmOahfkwE8o/TqBoFx0NAuI/AAAAAAAAFPU/XEjIvNeRvb4/s1600/IMG_7795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kmOahfkwE8o/TqBoFx0NAuI/AAAAAAAAFPU/XEjIvNeRvb4/s640/IMG_7795.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grandma and Grandpa decided that on Grandpa's last day here it might be fun to teach the kids how to ride bikes without training wheels, &amp;nbsp;The kids were so excited! &amp;nbsp;Teaching someone how to&amp;nbsp;balance&amp;nbsp;on a bike proved to be a bit more tricky then I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rUXhj5ujtW4/TpzrEzf1DUI/AAAAAAAAFMs/rUWpF8jmRKQ/s1600/IMG_7799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rUXhj5ujtW4/TpzrEzf1DUI/AAAAAAAAFMs/rUWpF8jmRKQ/s640/IMG_7799.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;strategy&amp;nbsp;that seemed to work the best was holding onto the back of their shirts and helping them balance that way. &amp;nbsp;It seemed to work pretty well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHVe8SWORmY/TpzrRRL1mJI/AAAAAAAAFM8/zkigx1SKZE4/s1600/IMG_7802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHVe8SWORmY/TpzrRRL1mJI/AAAAAAAAFM8/zkigx1SKZE4/s640/IMG_7802.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;over and over again we each took turns with each of the kids, riding back and forth, back and forth, over and over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hqY_PbjBTYc/Tpzq3xr6X4I/AAAAAAAAFMc/54fNZWPi_cI/s1600/IMG_7797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hqY_PbjBTYc/Tpzq3xr6X4I/AAAAAAAAFMc/54fNZWPi_cI/s640/IMG_7797.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dallin fell a few times and was very&amp;nbsp;nervous&amp;nbsp;about passing a&amp;nbsp;certain&amp;nbsp;rose bush. he&amp;nbsp;preferred&amp;nbsp;for us to hold the handle bars and his shirt... I can't say I blame him... he tended to run into things because it took him a while to get the concept that he was the one steering the bike, not us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nt_TJh8AhVo/Tp2AfuCyXAI/AAAAAAAAFPE/u8FVq-RHNBY/s1600/IMG_7860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nt_TJh8AhVo/Tp2AfuCyXAI/AAAAAAAAFPE/u8FVq-RHNBY/s640/IMG_7860.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandpa had to show the kids that, once you learn how to ride a bike, you never forget... apparently that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UqGm1rGlznQ/TpzsOkemSWI/AAAAAAAAFOE/uxeGAcFG2pY/s1600/IMG_7846.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UqGm1rGlznQ/TpzsOkemSWI/AAAAAAAAFOE/uxeGAcFG2pY/s640/IMG_7846.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is my own blackmail picture. &amp;nbsp;I'm putting it out there so no one else can use it against me, &amp;nbsp; it's just to prove that I did just have twins and some shirts are best left unworn for a while and sometimes you need to see a picture to make that obvious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--R9bSHW7HWQ/Tpzqxj_T3lI/AAAAAAAAFMU/W2ZYlx3zrPA/s1600/IMG_7796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--R9bSHW7HWQ/Tpzqxj_T3lI/AAAAAAAAFMU/W2ZYlx3zrPA/s640/IMG_7796.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After&amp;nbsp;practicing&amp;nbsp;for a while with slow progress, Cameron offered Dallin a treat if he could ride by himself for 3 sidewalk squares...&amp;nbsp;amazingly, he did. once he knew he could do it, &amp;nbsp;it was pretty easy from there, &amp;nbsp;he road farther and farther &amp;nbsp;until it was no problem for him to ride to the neighbors house. &amp;nbsp;we've been practicing every day and now besides being a bit wobbly he is a pro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;way to go Dallin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-3434416019098771647?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3434416019098771647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=3434416019098771647&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3434416019098771647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3434416019098771647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/10/grandma-and-grandpa-decided-that-on.html' title='Bikes, Dallin Style'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kmOahfkwE8o/TqBoFx0NAuI/AAAAAAAAFPU/XEjIvNeRvb4/s72-c/IMG_7795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-6909956007736186984</id><published>2011-10-17T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T19:51:01.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids love school, They love their teachers, and they love learning... they express it in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-09-9x9dvHCk/TpzdO3jDBII/AAAAAAAAFLE/i5cQ0nLTEhY/s1600/IMG_7768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-09-9x9dvHCk/TpzdO3jDBII/AAAAAAAAFLE/i5cQ0nLTEhY/s640/IMG_7768.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelyn has never been one to tell me much about her day, she kind of reminds me of a teenager boy in that sense,&lt;br /&gt;me: Hi honey how was your day? (cheerful smile)&lt;br /&gt;Katelyn: huffy breath grunt, (scowl)&lt;br /&gt;Me: what did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;Katelyn:&amp;nbsp;growl..... mom. I&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;want to&amp;nbsp;talk&amp;nbsp;about it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: well, what did you eat for lunch today?&lt;br /&gt;Katelyn: Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's a bit refreshing when she comes home and goes on about how she was playing this game at recess, and her friend said this.... and then she said that... and then they did ..... and it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Om91C_cjNDg/Tpzdj1JgFzI/AAAAAAAAFLc/g3w7y-O4gCU/s1600/IMG_7766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Om91C_cjNDg/Tpzdj1JgFzI/AAAAAAAAFLc/g3w7y-O4gCU/s640/IMG_7766.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dallin loves coming home and presenting me with all of his school work, he shows me one thing at a time, and is excited to tell me about his day. he comes home &amp;nbsp;pretty regularly with toys from the treasure chest and notes telling what a good kid he is, and we&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G4iglhD8Hxs/TpzlJHHBicI/AAAAAAAAFL8/QfMfglxc0EE/s1600/IMG_5265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G4iglhD8Hxs/TpzlJHHBicI/AAAAAAAAFL8/QfMfglxc0EE/s640/IMG_5265.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grant gets to stay home with me.... I don't think he minds too much....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-6909956007736186984?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6909956007736186984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=6909956007736186984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/6909956007736186984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/6909956007736186984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/10/kids-love-school-they-love-their.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-09-9x9dvHCk/TpzdO3jDBII/AAAAAAAAFLE/i5cQ0nLTEhY/s72-c/IMG_7768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-2391550486557032188</id><published>2011-10-16T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T14:24:37.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our little photographer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm4v9UxQUkY/Tpc-xVLpA4I/AAAAAAAAFIU/ZtREnUCsjMc/s1600/IMG_7724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm4v9UxQUkY/Tpc-xVLpA4I/AAAAAAAAFIU/ZtREnUCsjMc/s640/IMG_7724.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dallin's decided he would like to&amp;nbsp;experience&amp;nbsp;what it 's like to be on the other end of the camera... He loved it! &amp;nbsp;in fact he may never go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--5wDWrzfLL0/Tpc-3gzR6EI/AAAAAAAAFIc/ABFJ_v2Eupo/s1600/IMG_7727+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--5wDWrzfLL0/Tpc-3gzR6EI/AAAAAAAAFIc/ABFJ_v2Eupo/s640/IMG_7727+-+Copy.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grandma Louise was generous enough to let him practice his photography skills with her camera... the only camera we own is my Cannon Rebel and it's not that I don't trust him... it's just... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jRWu9-lRd78/TptK25sTb5I/AAAAAAAAFJk/9Ht6lVLhy48/s1600/SANY0573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jRWu9-lRd78/TptK25sTb5I/AAAAAAAAFJk/9Ht6lVLhy48/s640/SANY0573.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He captured a new&amp;nbsp;prospective&amp;nbsp;of our back yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AxF2Wv9_Sek/TptK_-znnKI/AAAAAAAAFJs/00zyOgnTZF0/s1600/SANY0577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AxF2Wv9_Sek/TptK_-znnKI/AAAAAAAAFJs/00zyOgnTZF0/s640/SANY0577.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GdVm7gsmd6s/TptLHoRCqHI/AAAAAAAAFJ0/rjuj-NmNado/s1600/SANY0591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GdVm7gsmd6s/TptLHoRCqHI/AAAAAAAAFJ0/rjuj-NmNado/s640/SANY0591.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What can I say? he LOVES it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54lxk712y4I/Tpc-9v70taI/AAAAAAAAFIk/kt__5Xwy8Ps/s1600/IMG_7731+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54lxk712y4I/Tpc-9v70taI/AAAAAAAAFIk/kt__5Xwy8Ps/s640/IMG_7731+-+Copy.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-2391550486557032188?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2391550486557032188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=2391550486557032188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/2391550486557032188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/2391550486557032188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-little-photographer.html' title='our little photographer'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm4v9UxQUkY/Tpc-xVLpA4I/AAAAAAAAFIU/ZtREnUCsjMc/s72-c/IMG_7724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-8729859308747095782</id><published>2011-10-16T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T14:26:20.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UDsEtt2aQ8E/TptBRLys4tI/AAAAAAAAFJE/ooOf1vIcSqc/s1600/IMG_7784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UDsEtt2aQ8E/TptBRLys4tI/AAAAAAAAFJE/ooOf1vIcSqc/s640/IMG_7784.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;a while ago I had told katelyn that she could get her ears pireced for her 7th birthday, then school started, babies came, and an assortment of visitors came and went and I completely forgot... Katelyn on the other hand didn't. so while everyone else in the house was napping, Grandma Louise, Aunt Amy and I took Katelyn to Claire's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O20wdx45De8/TptBYJBf-iI/AAAAAAAAFJM/5fzJvIlSWY0/s1600/IMG_7785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O20wdx45De8/TptBYJBf-iI/AAAAAAAAFJM/5fzJvIlSWY0/s640/IMG_7785.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;i&amp;nbsp;hadn't&amp;nbsp;actually gone into great detail about how ears are&amp;nbsp;pierced, I figured we would all be better off if she didn't realize that they would be punching a hole in each ear, maybe she always knew and decided to do it anyways but &amp;nbsp;I think she only started wondering about that whole process when the Claire's worker kept asking her if she was nervous.... why do people do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4J_5MWljtE/TptBfVqaB3I/AAAAAAAAFJU/uWOGRCZs8B8/s1600/IMG_7789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4J_5MWljtE/TptBfVqaB3I/AAAAAAAAFJU/uWOGRCZs8B8/s640/IMG_7789.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thankfully they did both ears at the same time. &amp;nbsp;She was so brave, she didn't cry, or freak out. she saved that for later when we had to clean and twist them for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WjQ2ajc3_yo/TptBlw7G7hI/AAAAAAAAFJc/LcgJNm8Of6A/s1600/IMG_7792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WjQ2ajc3_yo/TptBlw7G7hI/AAAAAAAAFJc/LcgJNm8Of6A/s640/IMG_7792.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She of course choose the hello kitty&amp;nbsp;earrings. she has been great at reminding us that it's time to clean and twist them. &amp;nbsp;My little girl is growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-8729859308747095782?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8729859308747095782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=8729859308747095782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8729859308747095782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8729859308747095782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/10/while-ago-i-had-told-katelyn-that-she.html' title='Earings'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UDsEtt2aQ8E/TptBRLys4tI/AAAAAAAAFJE/ooOf1vIcSqc/s72-c/IMG_7784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-6176313961334822413</id><published>2011-09-11T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T11:10:43.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Dressed Up and nowhere to go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdeGzFrsQ20/Tnoc652WLmI/AAAAAAAAFHk/zyQLIi_oQPM/s1600/IMG_7611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdeGzFrsQ20/Tnoc652WLmI/AAAAAAAAFHk/zyQLIi_oQPM/s640/IMG_7611.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't resist dressing Lilly and Peter on their first&amp;nbsp;Sunday... not planning to take them to church for a while &amp;nbsp; but that doesn't mean we can't pull out a few cute newborn outfits. &amp;nbsp;Lilly's not sure how she feels about the headband, Peter is filling out nicely and actually fits in his outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KPllnoIf4I/TnodJcvyRgI/AAAAAAAAFHs/-ms6vz8eoB8/s1600/IMG_7621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KPllnoIf4I/TnodJcvyRgI/AAAAAAAAFHs/-ms6vz8eoB8/s640/IMG_7621.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelyn&amp;nbsp;insisted&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;Lilly&amp;nbsp;wear shoes, these were the smallest shoes we have and they are still&amp;nbsp;ridiculously&amp;nbsp;large on her. &amp;nbsp;unfortunately if she has her mother's feet finding shoes that fit will be a perpetual problem although shoes that are too big will not be the issue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qxKCoxgtK94/Tnod-tYpSnI/AAAAAAAAFII/IMg4vQZlgSY/s1600/IMG_7593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qxKCoxgtK94/Tnod-tYpSnI/AAAAAAAAFII/IMg4vQZlgSY/s400/IMG_7593.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-piaZe89AXkA/Tnod155w5II/AAAAAAAAFIE/A6CAH7ICDsE/s1600/IMG_7591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-piaZe89AXkA/Tnod155w5II/AAAAAAAAFIE/A6CAH7ICDsE/s400/IMG_7591.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grant and Katelyn Love feeding Peter and Lilly... Yes Grant did put on his own tie, how could you tell?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jUADD3v4vXU/TnodX7_6SJI/AAAAAAAAFH0/nb9VQMp71tc/s1600/IMG_7628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jUADD3v4vXU/TnodX7_6SJI/AAAAAAAAFH0/nb9VQMp71tc/s640/IMG_7628.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...Just because they look good.... Silly faces and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UhesBT9I4eE/TnodfkXRFII/AAAAAAAAFH4/WXYDyTQz54Q/s1600/IMG_7633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UhesBT9I4eE/TnodfkXRFII/AAAAAAAAFH4/WXYDyTQz54Q/s200/IMG_7633.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6rsPDex1s8/TnodndLtMBI/AAAAAAAAFH8/g5_6_Gu8c_w/s1600/IMG_7637.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6rsPDex1s8/TnodndLtMBI/AAAAAAAAFH8/g5_6_Gu8c_w/s200/IMG_7637.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Zy_kUGEbK8/TnoeNkzCqjI/AAAAAAAAFIQ/XCZH62EINVM/s1600/IMG_7601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Zy_kUGEbK8/TnoeNkzCqjI/AAAAAAAAFIQ/XCZH62EINVM/s640/IMG_7601.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what Lilly looked like seconds before she threw up all over me, I'm pretty sure more milk came out of that girl then we put in... needless to say I took my second shower for the day soon after this picture was taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-6176313961334822413?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6176313961334822413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=6176313961334822413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/6176313961334822413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/6176313961334822413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-dressed-up-and-nowhere-to-go.html' title='All Dressed Up and nowhere to go...'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdeGzFrsQ20/Tnoc652WLmI/AAAAAAAAFHk/zyQLIi_oQPM/s72-c/IMG_7611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-7874328549819721745</id><published>2011-09-10T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T08:46:59.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W-E5Z3UcypY/Tm0iWycmz8I/AAAAAAAAFGs/ptPdyXUtusQ/s1600/IMG_7585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W-E5Z3UcypY/Tm0iWycmz8I/AAAAAAAAFGs/ptPdyXUtusQ/s640/IMG_7585.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;It seems like we've had Peter and Lilly for much longer then a week, and yet the&amp;nbsp;calendar&amp;nbsp;shows otherwise. a lot has happened since they joined our family ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlPvczJPd58/Tm0iekUd1QI/AAAAAAAAFGw/mP3qIxqiA2w/s1600/IMG_7500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlPvczJPd58/Tm0iekUd1QI/AAAAAAAAFGw/mP3qIxqiA2w/s640/IMG_7500.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The day after getting home from the&amp;nbsp;hospital, Grandma Net came, &amp;nbsp;She and I trade off waking up for the night time feedings, Cameron and I feed them around midnight and then my mom feeds them around 3 am, &amp;nbsp;and then Cameron or I will feed them at 6am. &amp;nbsp;it works well. and so far I haven't felt that overwhelming sense of&amp;nbsp;exhaustion&amp;nbsp;that generally comes with newborns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Vh2D-rQISA/Tm0iti2piiI/AAAAAAAAFG4/N7EKHJGgyyc/s1600/IMG_7542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Vh2D-rQISA/Tm0iti2piiI/AAAAAAAAFG4/N7EKHJGgyyc/s640/IMG_7542.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelyn and Dallin love to care for the babies after school, and are always a bit&amp;nbsp;disappointed&amp;nbsp;if Lilly and Peter are still sleeping when they get off the bus. &amp;nbsp;(i'm not sure why I don't have a picture of Dallin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tGAnVoNsApI/Tm0excvmBdI/AAAAAAAAFF0/2scCsj_OWaA/s1600/IMG_7531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tGAnVoNsApI/Tm0excvmBdI/AAAAAAAAFF0/2scCsj_OWaA/s640/IMG_7531.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lilly and Peter went on their first outing. On Tuesday they had their first doctor's and WIC appointments. &amp;nbsp;then just for good measure we took them on a walk to the park that's just down the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5IQ4S1yZr6w/Tm0e5ZMTa5I/AAAAAAAAFF4/9ljoTI5j_SU/s1600/IMG_7535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5IQ4S1yZr6w/Tm0e5ZMTa5I/AAAAAAAAFF4/9ljoTI5j_SU/s640/IMG_7535.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They slept through most of these experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Fd4oXoa83w/Tm0fAp7ZqBI/AAAAAAAAFF8/RMYz1jNTamI/s1600/IMG_7536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Fd4oXoa83w/Tm0fAp7ZqBI/AAAAAAAAFF8/RMYz1jNTamI/s640/IMG_7536.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grant has decided to be super helpful, He loves to hold and feed the babies. &amp;nbsp;He especially loves burping Peter... call it a boy thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YipGudDWF6k/Tm0gc4NultI/AAAAAAAAFGo/D6tdM2drI9I/s1600/IMG_7526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YipGudDWF6k/Tm0gc4NultI/AAAAAAAAFGo/D6tdM2drI9I/s320/IMG_7526.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gELeSwXlyU/Tm0fKu1ZmlI/AAAAAAAAFGA/2ELmTtlXC_A/s1600/IMG_7541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gELeSwXlyU/Tm0fKu1ZmlI/AAAAAAAAFGA/2ELmTtlXC_A/s320/IMG_7541.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dbgg6JdxnrA/Tm0gLDeOMYI/AAAAAAAAFGg/E8Fxm-IsVlI/s1600/IMG_7519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dbgg6JdxnrA/Tm0gLDeOMYI/AAAAAAAAFGg/E8Fxm-IsVlI/s640/IMG_7519.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peter has figured out how to escape from a few of his outfits... &amp;nbsp;he has also decided that this eating thing isn't so bad, and is starting to eat more then Lilly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5XNgm7qY7Ho/Tm0ildgKKkI/AAAAAAAAFG0/tlXk5pZZH9Q/s1600/IMG_7521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5XNgm7qY7Ho/Tm0ildgKKkI/AAAAAAAAFG0/tlXk5pZZH9Q/s640/IMG_7521.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lilly is still drowning in most of her outfits. She is a&amp;nbsp;content&amp;nbsp;little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63TeiVHv4mw/Tm0f6S3xGUI/AAAAAAAAFGY/htL9J4E6MhY/s1600/IMG_7515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63TeiVHv4mw/Tm0f6S3xGUI/AAAAAAAAFGY/htL9J4E6MhY/s1600/IMG_7515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am still working on how to feed these little guys at the same time, thankfully i still have over a week to perfect it. &amp;nbsp;Mom and I have been trying to finish those projects I never finished, it's pretty slow going... but that's okay because right now we have more important things to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-7874328549819721745?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7874328549819721745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=7874328549819721745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/7874328549819721745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/7874328549819721745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-week.html' title='One Week'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W-E5Z3UcypY/Tm0iWycmz8I/AAAAAAAAFGs/ptPdyXUtusQ/s72-c/IMG_7585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-4029911828408279973</id><published>2011-09-05T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:45:05.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d8JOIC8yYx8/Tm0YCKm6H0I/AAAAAAAAFFY/iq0qzZtoM4A/s1600/IMG_7496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d8JOIC8yYx8/Tm0YCKm6H0I/AAAAAAAAFFY/iq0qzZtoM4A/s640/IMG_7496.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;As is often the case when leaving the hospital after childbirth we spent the morning waiting... and waiting... and waiting. &amp;nbsp;Cameron went to go help Becky with our other children so I waited alone with Peter and Lilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9zZ2ebLoo_Y/Tm0YJ_i8DcI/AAAAAAAAFFc/zcetLMHAvT8/s1600/IMG_7468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9zZ2ebLoo_Y/Tm0YJ_i8DcI/AAAAAAAAFFc/zcetLMHAvT8/s640/IMG_7468.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I heard&amp;nbsp;familiar&amp;nbsp;voices in the hall and in skipped Katelyn, Dallin and Grant, followed closely by Cameron and Aunt Becky. &amp;nbsp;I guess Cameron decided we needed an escort... or maybe he was hoping that having three kids running around the&amp;nbsp;hospital&amp;nbsp;would encourage whoever was in&amp;nbsp;charge&amp;nbsp;of our&amp;nbsp;discharge&amp;nbsp;to speed things up a bit. &amp;nbsp;In any case it was great to spend some time together, &amp;nbsp;The kids convinced Cameron to turn on&amp;nbsp;Despicable&amp;nbsp;Me and get them&amp;nbsp;Popsicles&amp;nbsp;from the freezer full of food for the&amp;nbsp;patients&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KH0dU6GEvRY/Tm0YSAJChfI/AAAAAAAAFFg/xvV0SZPcSTE/s1600/IMG_7482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KH0dU6GEvRY/Tm0YSAJChfI/AAAAAAAAFFg/xvV0SZPcSTE/s640/IMG_7482.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aunt Becky was thrilled to see Peter and Lilly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9mvuPDKN7X0/Tm0Yc0sOHrI/AAAAAAAAFFk/n20WqAPMoxc/s1600/IMG_7489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9mvuPDKN7X0/Tm0Yc0sOHrI/AAAAAAAAFFk/n20WqAPMoxc/s640/IMG_7489.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;At last it was time to go, &amp;nbsp;I love how teeny tiny new babies look in their&amp;nbsp;car seats. Last night our nurse had to do a car seat trial with Lilly and Peter because they are technically preemies. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure what was all&amp;nbsp;involved&amp;nbsp;but I do know they had to sit in their car seat for a hour and a half, and our nurse thankfully did it in the middle of the night keeping them until after their next feeding and bringing them back sound asleep at 3 am. &amp;nbsp;she was wonderful. &amp;nbsp;and it was great to get some&amp;nbsp;uninterrupted&amp;nbsp;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_CUi3pctQ2o/Tm0YyDUIiuI/AAAAAAAAFFs/RAo_TfdN_aI/s1600/IMG_7494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_CUi3pctQ2o/Tm0YyDUIiuI/AAAAAAAAFFs/RAo_TfdN_aI/s640/IMG_7494.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-4029911828408279973?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4029911828408279973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=4029911828408279973&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/4029911828408279973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/4029911828408279973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/09/going-home.html' title='Going Home'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d8JOIC8yYx8/Tm0YCKm6H0I/AAAAAAAAFFY/iq0qzZtoM4A/s72-c/IMG_7496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-3635920675157815915</id><published>2011-09-05T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:00:08.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mother of 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6a0ON7oxqFs/TmT2HEXo0mI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/dfOIWuAE1_Y/s1600/IMG_7454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6a0ON7oxqFs/TmT2HEXo0mI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/dfOIWuAE1_Y/s640/IMG_7454.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my heart is so full of gratitude right now. &amp;nbsp;it's&amp;nbsp;amazing&amp;nbsp;to think that not too long ago I was&amp;nbsp;certain&amp;nbsp;we wouldn't be able to have any more children and now I have two tiny little people to love and care for. &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;absolutely&amp;nbsp;love these two sweet little babies. &amp;nbsp;it's amazing how quickly they make their way into your life and into your heart. I love holding snuggling and feeding them. not being able to nurse, I think Cameron has enjoyed helping out with the feeding too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It feels great&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;not be&amp;nbsp;pregnant&amp;nbsp;right now. &amp;nbsp;I don't remember feeling such a big difference with my other babies. &amp;nbsp;Right after Lilly and Peter were born I remember looking down at my stomach and being&amp;nbsp;surprised&amp;nbsp;that it had shrunk so much. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure I still look 6 or 7 months&amp;nbsp;pregnant&amp;nbsp;but it's way better then looking 11 or 12 months&amp;nbsp;pregnant. &amp;nbsp;I love being able to do small things without too much effort... like picking things up off the floor for example. I've been sore.. but i think that's expected. &amp;nbsp;I've been&amp;nbsp;surprised&amp;nbsp;at how strong my contractions still are as my body tries to shrink my&amp;nbsp;uterus&amp;nbsp;back to a normal size. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;so far I&amp;nbsp;haven't&amp;nbsp;felt too overwhelmed having twins but&amp;nbsp;I've&amp;nbsp;been in the hospital with&amp;nbsp;Cameron&amp;nbsp;by my side, nurses changing diapers, house keeping cleaning messes and food services bringing meals... I'm thinking once I get home things will be a little different...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wcn9hj1cd2Y/TmT2AnQHVcI/AAAAAAAAFFM/YlvMGRz6mf8/s1600/IMG_7452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wcn9hj1cd2Y/TmT2AnQHVcI/AAAAAAAAFFM/YlvMGRz6mf8/s640/IMG_7452.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peter makes the most adorable funny faces, &amp;nbsp;he looks a bit like a shrunken old man, but a cute shrunken old man with an adorable double chin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QLGh9XpbpHs/TmT15muDvWI/AAAAAAAAFFI/C92Gb2I-BPw/s1600/IMG_7462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QLGh9XpbpHs/TmT15muDvWI/AAAAAAAAFFI/C92Gb2I-BPw/s640/IMG_7462.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lilly has a cute little round face, she too resembles a cute little old man and can pull so pretty funny faces. &amp;nbsp;she is beautiful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-3635920675157815915?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3635920675157815915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=3635920675157815915&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3635920675157815915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3635920675157815915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/09/mother-of-5.html' title='mother of 5'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6a0ON7oxqFs/TmT2HEXo0mI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/dfOIWuAE1_Y/s72-c/IMG_7454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-554210547739262392</id><published>2011-09-05T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T09:12:22.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-okqJ5wvn_as/TmTpNPE8LxI/AAAAAAAAFEc/tLsezhkyrHQ/s1600/IMG_7378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-okqJ5wvn_as/TmTpNPE8LxI/AAAAAAAAFEc/tLsezhkyrHQ/s640/IMG_7378.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First to visit was this trio and their positively saintly Aunt Becky, who should probably get an award for everything she has done the past few days. &amp;nbsp; Katelyn and Dallin were&amp;nbsp;especially&amp;nbsp;excited to see the babies. &amp;nbsp;Grant was content to cuddle Little Ruff Ruff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M9drsl8Fsgs/TmTpmTo2d7I/AAAAAAAAFEo/UxbY_f0fR10/s1600/IMG_7395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M9drsl8Fsgs/TmTpmTo2d7I/AAAAAAAAFEo/UxbY_f0fR10/s320/IMG_7395.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelyn insisted on holding her sister first, I think someone is a bit excited to not be the only girl in the family anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8G9DkD6FAY/TmTpWYNM-fI/AAAAAAAAFEg/_2n4HVkilhg/s1600/IMG_7387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8G9DkD6FAY/TmTpWYNM-fI/AAAAAAAAFEg/_2n4HVkilhg/s400/IMG_7387.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dallin Loves babies and enjoyed taking turns holding each of the babies. &amp;nbsp;He is such a wonderful brother, I know he will be a big help as the twins grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-Q2q8LYh40/TmTwiOL7qZI/AAAAAAAAFFE/z5v-Z5orlj8/s1600/IMG_7399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-Q2q8LYh40/TmTwiOL7qZI/AAAAAAAAFFE/z5v-Z5orlj8/s400/IMG_7399.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grant was happy to hold Little Ruff Ruff and eat&amp;nbsp;potato&amp;nbsp;chips. &amp;nbsp;I think this has been a bit hard for him. hopefully we will all adjust quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDdXhNAxnSs/TmTqAKuMQeI/AAAAAAAAFE4/_2_yHMhhTEE/s1600/IMG_7417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDdXhNAxnSs/TmTqAKuMQeI/AAAAAAAAFE4/_2_yHMhhTEE/s640/IMG_7417.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aunt Becky has been a life saver these past few days. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure it hasn't been easy to go from young single adult life to taking care of three small excited children but she has done it with grace. &amp;nbsp;I am so grateful that she was here and was willing to step up to the plate when we needed her. Thank you Becky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2J8Iv4GSLc8/TmTo3jhEEvI/AAAAAAAAFEQ/4genVnv9Tng/s1600/IMG_7436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2J8Iv4GSLc8/TmTo3jhEEvI/AAAAAAAAFEQ/4genVnv9Tng/s640/IMG_7436.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Caroline and Rebecca came to visit Sunday morning before church. &amp;nbsp;it was so nice to visit and chat and feel somewhat normal for a while. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z-XVuB8bUYU/TmTo_axbh5I/AAAAAAAAFEU/BCGdGzoHn9Y/s1600/IMG_7437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z-XVuB8bUYU/TmTo_axbh5I/AAAAAAAAFEU/BCGdGzoHn9Y/s320/IMG_7437.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vv-HNAtMuPg/TmTowUY1HnI/AAAAAAAAFEM/lhE9_np2868/s1600/IMG_7435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vv-HNAtMuPg/TmTowUY1HnI/AAAAAAAAFEM/lhE9_np2868/s320/IMG_7435.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CMX0b5UdAwM/TmTpFaU5yGI/AAAAAAAAFEY/GbUsp0tcYbM/s1600/IMG_7450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CMX0b5UdAwM/TmTpFaU5yGI/AAAAAAAAFEY/GbUsp0tcYbM/s640/IMG_7450.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Randi stopped by Sunday evening. &amp;nbsp;She is amazing! &amp;nbsp;not only did she have a baby less then a week ago but on her way over she stopped by my house and delivered flowers and&amp;nbsp;cinnamon&amp;nbsp;rolls... I haven't quite figured out how she does it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-554210547739262392?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/554210547739262392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=554210547739262392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/554210547739262392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/554210547739262392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/09/visitors.html' title='Visitors'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-okqJ5wvn_as/TmTpNPE8LxI/AAAAAAAAFEc/tLsezhkyrHQ/s72-c/IMG_7378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-3809851320308275331</id><published>2011-09-05T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T08:16:18.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilly Anne Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLEr_Au1sNU/TmTlx5s6KUI/AAAAAAAAFD8/z-GYH1NthY4/s1600/IMG_7466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLEr_Au1sNU/TmTlx5s6KUI/AAAAAAAAFD8/z-GYH1NthY4/s640/IMG_7466.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lilly Loves to eat. &amp;nbsp;she started out at a lower birth weight then Peter but she is quickly catching up to him, &amp;nbsp;she is the one who reminds us every 3 hours that it's time to eat. &amp;nbsp;she is a wiggler, &amp;nbsp;it's fun to watch her sleep. she kicks and jabs even in her sleep... which explains why I felt her move so much more then Peter when i was&amp;nbsp;pregnant. &amp;nbsp;She looks like all of our kids combined and yet none of them. &amp;nbsp;We sure love her and are so blessed to have her join our family.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-3809851320308275331?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3809851320308275331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=3809851320308275331&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3809851320308275331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3809851320308275331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/09/lilly-anne-smith.html' title='Lilly Anne Smith'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLEr_Au1sNU/TmTlx5s6KUI/AAAAAAAAFD8/z-GYH1NthY4/s72-c/IMG_7466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-8204961848682944142</id><published>2011-09-05T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T08:18:03.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Cameron Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WqrOlLbjag/TmTV_NI9ceI/AAAAAAAAFD4/0qJ7GqgtFvQ/s1600/IMG_7422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WqrOlLbjag/TmTV_NI9ceI/AAAAAAAAFD4/0qJ7GqgtFvQ/s640/IMG_7422.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Peter is a sweet baby. He looks a lot like Dallin did when he was a baby but he has the same hair as Grant did. &amp;nbsp;So far he's pretty mellow and not too&amp;nbsp;interested&amp;nbsp;in food yet. Like most newborns he is one sleepy boy. &amp;nbsp;he loves to be cuddled and swaddled. &amp;nbsp;and we love having him in our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-8204961848682944142?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8204961848682944142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=8204961848682944142&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8204961848682944142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8204961848682944142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/09/peter-cameron-smith.html' title='Peter Cameron Smith'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WqrOlLbjag/TmTV_NI9ceI/AAAAAAAAFD4/0qJ7GqgtFvQ/s72-c/IMG_7422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-2667928632136696233</id><published>2011-09-04T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:18:23.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies!</title><content type='html'>we are stuck in&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;hospital for an extra day and so I thought it would be a good time to update the blog, because I know when we get home life will be a bit on the crazy side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqsUMfAnYBM/TmQ-ekloE3I/AAAAAAAAFDs/T3xe0Elubp0/s1600/IMG_7431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqsUMfAnYBM/TmQ-ekloE3I/AAAAAAAAFDs/T3xe0Elubp0/s640/IMG_7431.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The birth story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was laying in bed early Friday morning, not sleeping, but noticing a few mild contractions and I knew there was a good chance these babies would be coming sooner rather then later, &amp;nbsp;because I never feel contractions until the day I go into labor My first thought was, I need to &amp;nbsp;clean my bathroom, I didn't want to come home to a messy bathroom. so in the morning, when all the normal people were awake I got busy cleaning the house, my sister was a great help and we finished in record time. &amp;nbsp; I spent the rest of the day running errands and trying to finish the bumpers for the baby crib... they never got completely finished. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;around 8:30pm contractions began coming 5 minutes apart, we decided to go to the hospital early to avoid having my water break at the nurses station like last time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;the only problem was no one believed I was in labor, &amp;nbsp;they humored me by checking me in and having me wait in a triage room while they checked on the other women there who were clearly in pain, &amp;nbsp;waiting, I'm sure to see when real labor would start or at least to see a grimace on my face. &lt;br /&gt;while we waited my contractions grew stronger, coming every minute and lasting 20-30 seconds. &amp;nbsp;we were assigned a brand new intern. &amp;nbsp;she checked my cervix and without much confidence declared I was dilated 4 and a half centimeters. &amp;nbsp;she then left to get an ultra sound machine to check and see if the babies were still head down. &amp;nbsp;when she came back she studied the images for a long time. after a while I asked if everything was okay. &amp;nbsp;she looked up and said it looks like they are both head down but I'm going to get another opinion. &amp;nbsp;not being able to see the images myself, I looked over at Cameron, he nodded, confirming that they were indeed head down... sometimes it helps to be married to a radiologist...&lt;br /&gt;Before long I was admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;we walked down to the labor and delivery rooms and got me hooked up to some fluid and penicillin. &amp;nbsp;within minutes of getting settled my contractions all but stopped. a few hours and a handful of contractions later the resident doctor came in to check my cervix and determined I was dilated to 5 centimeters. &amp;nbsp;we discussed our options, &amp;nbsp;I was clearly not progressing much, but I was dilated to a 5, so we could go home and wait for labor to kick in again or we could stay until morning and reevaluate the situation then. &amp;nbsp; knowing my body I was sure I wouldn't get past the front door before full labor would begin again and then we would have to go through the hassle of being admitted and hooked up to fluids all over again. &amp;nbsp;so we settled in for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron seemed to sleep&amp;nbsp;relatively&amp;nbsp;well but with 3 monitors strapped to my stomach, 2 babies kicking, the few, yet hard contractions and medical personal checking on me it was a rough night. &lt;br /&gt;in the morning they checked my cervix again, not much change, and we discussed options, they could induce me or we could go home. &amp;nbsp;my babies were 36 weeks and 5 days, technically preterm, but I was&amp;nbsp;dilated&amp;nbsp;to a 5 and would likely have them within the day. so we decided to stay and be induced. &lt;br /&gt;they started the pitcion around 7am and we waited. &amp;nbsp;My contraction were weak at best. &amp;nbsp;after a few hours Dr Fothergill suggested I get an epidural and then he would break my water, hoping that would speed things up a bit, I'm not sure if it did because after getting my epidural I couldn't feel anything, nothing at all. &amp;nbsp; At noon Dr Fothergill checked my cervix and&amp;nbsp;determined&amp;nbsp;I was nearly&amp;nbsp;dilated&amp;nbsp;to a 9.&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes later they rolled my bed to the operating room where a dozen medical personal joined us. &amp;nbsp;They &amp;nbsp;transfered me to the operating table. there is a hospital policy that twins have to be delivered in the O.R. just in case an emergency c-section was needed. it wasn't. &amp;nbsp;two pushes later at 12:48pm our little boy was born 5 pounds 13 ounces. we waited a few minutes for our little girl to get in position and she was born 8 minutes later. &amp;nbsp;she made her entrance by peeing all over Dr. Fothergill then she too was whisked across the room to be cleaned, checked and measured, 5 pounds 9 ounces.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to see either baby until we were back in the labor and delivery room to recover a while before being&amp;nbsp;transferred&amp;nbsp;to a recovery room. &amp;nbsp;The delivery went much smoother then I feared. we are so blessed to have these two beautiful babies join our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c9VvAb79T7Y/TmQ-mVdhs0I/AAAAAAAAFDw/wQ2hL0YWpNE/s1600/IMG_7433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c9VvAb79T7Y/TmQ-mVdhs0I/AAAAAAAAFDw/wQ2hL0YWpNE/s640/IMG_7433.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/29225427-2667928632136696233?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2667928632136696233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=2667928632136696233&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/2667928632136696233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/2667928632136696233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/09/babies.html' title='Babies!'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqsUMfAnYBM/TmQ-ekloE3I/AAAAAAAAFDs/T3xe0Elubp0/s72-c/IMG_7431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-1474460874975591516</id><published>2011-08-29T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T06:35:08.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>36 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QeJ1wqajQII/TmTEzfUhuNI/AAAAAAAAFD0/EnZO8aMKfa8/s1600/IMG_7257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QeJ1wqajQII/TmTEzfUhuNI/AAAAAAAAFD0/EnZO8aMKfa8/s640/IMG_7257.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;you wouldn't think being 36 weeks could cause such&amp;nbsp;commotion&amp;nbsp;at the grocery store, but I can't go anywhere without at least a dozen people asking me when I'm due and how far along I am. &amp;nbsp; you can see the pity in their eyes when I tell them I'm not due until&amp;nbsp;September&amp;nbsp;26th but then they quickly confirm that I look great when I mention that I'm having twins, then it's back to pity when I tell them I have 3 other children at home... &amp;nbsp;we are of course thrilled to have 5 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part I feel pretty good. &amp;nbsp;My back gets sore so I usually lay down on my side about 2 times a day to relieve the pain. &amp;nbsp;it's hard to sit or stand or lay for very long. &amp;nbsp;nothing fits, &amp;nbsp;I have 3 shirts that almost fit. &amp;nbsp;they only show a little of my belly some of the time. I'm almost always hungry, &amp;nbsp;I eat constantly, I can't help it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a constant flow of&amp;nbsp;movement&amp;nbsp;in my belly. &amp;nbsp;The girl moves quite a bit more then the boy. Sometimes I worry about that. but I usually feel him just enough to know that he's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feelings vacillate&amp;nbsp;between&amp;nbsp;being really excited to meet these two sweet babies and feeling a bit over whelmed thinking about caring for twins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-1474460874975591516?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1474460874975591516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=1474460874975591516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1474460874975591516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1474460874975591516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/08/36-weeks.html' title='36 weeks'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QeJ1wqajQII/TmTEzfUhuNI/AAAAAAAAFD0/EnZO8aMKfa8/s72-c/IMG_7257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-8617934063247159215</id><published>2011-08-21T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T19:50:36.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the night before school starts, &amp;nbsp;the kids are excited, if not a bit&amp;nbsp;apprehensive&amp;nbsp;about what tomorrow will bring, Dallin's not sure how he feels about school happening everyday, he doesn't mind it for a day or two but to have it keep going, until next summer, that's a bit much.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelyn has come out of her bed no less then 3 times to ask me what first grade will be like, &amp;nbsp;I tried to assure her that it will likely be a lot like&amp;nbsp;kindergarten&amp;nbsp;except she'll do even more fun things and read even bigger book, at which point she burst into tears exclaiming,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;But I"m not so great at reading big books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I tried to&amp;nbsp;reassure&amp;nbsp;her that she was one of the best readers in&amp;nbsp;Kindergarten&amp;nbsp;and that her teacher would help her do anything she didn't know how to do. &amp;nbsp;I remember being awake a lot the night before school started, worrying about many of the same things Katelyn worries about. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;tonight I can't help wishing I could always be there to protect her from the&amp;nbsp;bully&amp;nbsp;and mean girls at school as there are bound to be some. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RB2i93CrNTk/TlHAJvoKJaI/AAAAAAAAFCg/BZN70Ryaz14/s1600/IMG_6927.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RB2i93CrNTk/TlHAJvoKJaI/AAAAAAAAFCg/BZN70Ryaz14/s640/IMG_6927.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;last night as Cameron and I were out on a date, I had the most awful thought, What if&amp;nbsp;Katelyn&amp;nbsp;marries someone I don't like. &amp;nbsp;for a&amp;nbsp;brief&amp;nbsp;moment I thought, maybe we should let her live with us forever,&amp;nbsp;Currently&amp;nbsp;that's her plan. &amp;nbsp;maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea. I'm not sure where that thought came from and Thankfully we have a while before we have to worry about that. &amp;nbsp; she is such a sweet, wonderful girl, I love her so much, &amp;nbsp;and I know that I can't be there to always protect her, &amp;nbsp;she will make mistakes, have her feelings hurt, and she will learn and grow from these&amp;nbsp;experiences, who am I to deprive her of some of life's greatest joys by trying to protect her from life's most difficult&amp;nbsp;challenges, &amp;nbsp;We are very blessed and I know that&amp;nbsp;Heavenly&amp;nbsp;Father will&amp;nbsp;continue&amp;nbsp;to bless us. These are some of the thoughts running through my head on this &amp;nbsp; sleepless night.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Dallin and Grant have been asleep for well over an hour, clearly not all of us have sleeping issues the night before school starts. &amp;nbsp;I love my sweet little boys, just as I love my sweet little girl. And I know they will have a great year of school... even Grant who will get to be schooled in the loving care of twins... lucky guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-8617934063247159215?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8617934063247159215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=8617934063247159215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8617934063247159215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8617934063247159215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/08/sleepless.html' title='sleepless'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RB2i93CrNTk/TlHAJvoKJaI/AAAAAAAAFCg/BZN70Ryaz14/s72-c/IMG_6927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-881993191190022490</id><published>2011-08-17T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:44:04.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>swim Lessons!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yl8fKM9O5FE/TlHIyLGBbRI/AAAAAAAAFDc/AxWgoGmFOBo/s1600/IMG_7031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yl8fKM9O5FE/TlHIyLGBbRI/AAAAAAAAFDc/AxWgoGmFOBo/s640/IMG_7031.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids did 2 rounds of swim lessons this year, the first round was a bit crazy, &amp;nbsp;only because there were a million other kids taking swim lessons, okay not a million but Grant had 10-12 and he was in the&amp;nbsp;beginning, non-swimming level, Dallin had 8 in his, just-barely-can-swim level and&amp;nbsp;Katelyn&amp;nbsp;had 4 in her swimming-like-a-champ level. &amp;nbsp;Granted they did have 2 teacher for each class, regardless it was still crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second session Katelyn and Dallin both had one other person in their level and Grant was alone in his class. &amp;nbsp;so they moved Dallin up to Katelyn's class and the other boy in Dallin's class down to Grant's level with still 2 teachers per level. &amp;nbsp;it was Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u46BIYwJOdo/TlHGLq9sTaI/AAAAAAAAFCk/pKIS8B2GbJE/s1600/IMG_7037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u46BIYwJOdo/TlHGLq9sTaI/AAAAAAAAFCk/pKIS8B2GbJE/s640/IMG_7037.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;if not a bit cold...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j32ELVZEFXA/TlHGZSIAQFI/AAAAAAAAFC0/0F6fspxZBEM/s1600/IMG_6984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j32ELVZEFXA/TlHGZSIAQFI/AAAAAAAAFC0/0F6fspxZBEM/s640/IMG_6984.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;since she was itty bitty Katelyn has been a fish in the water, she loves it and can swim everywhere in the pool, she is amazing. &amp;nbsp;she loves to dive deep and get things on the bottom of the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NioAmBj5XfQ/TlHG492hb9I/AAAAAAAAFC8/rK1kv87TjPI/s1600/IMG_6989.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NioAmBj5XfQ/TlHG492hb9I/AAAAAAAAFC8/rK1kv87TjPI/s640/IMG_6989.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N83T60pLyNU/TlHGooivTLI/AAAAAAAAFC4/IUmg4DXdS3s/s1600/IMG_6988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N83T60pLyNU/TlHGooivTLI/AAAAAAAAFC4/IUmg4DXdS3s/s640/IMG_6988.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dallin started swimming a bit last year but was just getting the hang of it when pool season ended, &amp;nbsp;so I wasn't sure how good he would be this year, but he picked up right where he left off and is now swimming like a champ. &amp;nbsp;he has a bit of a funny frog like kick that I smile at&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;I watch him, but it works and it gets him where he wants to go, He and Katelyn swim all over the pool, &amp;nbsp;I still keep a close eye on him because there are times when he tries to tread water in the middle of the pool for so long that when he tries to swim to the edge he is tired and calls me over to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRGmgCVyjHs/TlHNOjBTd6I/AAAAAAAAFDk/ADfA00IS_c8/s1600/IMG_6999.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRGmgCVyjHs/TlHNOjBTd6I/AAAAAAAAFDk/ADfA00IS_c8/s640/IMG_6999.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CGev-sNRLO4/TlHHH9boBLI/AAAAAAAAFDA/wi1FsyhFshc/s1600/IMG_6991.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CGev-sNRLO4/TlHHH9boBLI/AAAAAAAAFDA/wi1FsyhFshc/s640/IMG_6991.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grant loves swimming and has gotten good at it. &amp;nbsp;he can swim about half way accross the pool, not too bad for a 3-year-old. &amp;nbsp;he hasn't quite figured out how to take a breath while swimming so when he swims to me he &amp;nbsp;stays under water the whole time, but that will come. &amp;nbsp;he loves to turn around while he is swimming, he'll be swimming to me and then decide to turn back to the wall. &amp;nbsp; he loves to dive for rings in the water, &amp;nbsp;and he is really good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zV3xOdFnY2U/TlHHjDn3nkI/AAAAAAAAFDI/SNuYMZpnQhI/s1600/IMG_7001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zV3xOdFnY2U/TlHHjDn3nkI/AAAAAAAAFDI/SNuYMZpnQhI/s640/IMG_7001.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wrqE8Mb0iYw/TlHIEPlbmvI/AAAAAAAAFDQ/eAcYRYglq0k/s1600/IMG_7015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wrqE8Mb0iYw/TlHIEPlbmvI/AAAAAAAAFDQ/eAcYRYglq0k/s200/IMG_7015.JPG" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWYrXLO8o9A/TlHH1aVtxzI/AAAAAAAAFDM/UqZMyJFcoLI/s1600/IMG_7012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWYrXLO8o9A/TlHH1aVtxzI/AAAAAAAAFDM/UqZMyJFcoLI/s200/IMG_7012.JPG" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BS6748w6kCA/TlHIT3qTZCI/AAAAAAAAFDU/aOXZlzRK1AU/s1600/IMG_7017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BS6748w6kCA/TlHIT3qTZCI/AAAAAAAAFDU/aOXZlzRK1AU/s200/IMG_7017.JPG" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;going off the diving board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PXMuY5f7ZR0/TlHIiF2AmQI/AAAAAAAAFDY/eAKFKqh03mk/s1600/IMG_7028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PXMuY5f7ZR0/TlHIiF2AmQI/AAAAAAAAFDY/eAKFKqh03mk/s640/IMG_7028.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YWa7RlXyhxw/TlHJBL4PjoI/AAAAAAAAFDg/7Fnxjxmic1Y/s1600/IMG_7034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YWa7RlXyhxw/TlHJBL4PjoI/AAAAAAAAFDg/7Fnxjxmic1Y/s640/IMG_7034.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my 3 little swimmers, growing up and saving China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-881993191190022490?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/881993191190022490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=881993191190022490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/881993191190022490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/881993191190022490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/08/swim-lessons.html' title='swim Lessons!'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yl8fKM9O5FE/TlHIyLGBbRI/AAAAAAAAFDc/AxWgoGmFOBo/s72-c/IMG_7031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-1264013424554163585</id><published>2011-08-16T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T19:17:59.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake Decorating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cvpsHgbc6Y8/TlG0JBnyeBI/AAAAAAAAFCY/Wrl3i8pU7w8/s1600/WP_000090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cvpsHgbc6Y8/TlG0JBnyeBI/AAAAAAAAFCY/Wrl3i8pU7w8/s400/WP_000090.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my due date approaches, time is ticking and I am feeling the desprate need to actually do the things I've been meaning to do, you know the list, the one you have for when you have time, someday, well I've realized lately that "that day" either needs to happen now or it will be a while before it does.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;one of the things on my list is to take a cake decorating class, &amp;nbsp;I have always liked artistic things and I've played around with cake decorating for a while &amp;nbsp;but I wanted to take a class or two before I am completely swamped with caring for twins. &amp;nbsp;so I did it. &amp;nbsp;Above is my first cake. &amp;nbsp;among&amp;nbsp;other things we learned dots. &amp;nbsp;or blobby balls, or what ever you would like to call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3qZUIw_GLjM/TlG0OXKyHkI/AAAAAAAAFCc/YuoHayPLaqc/s1600/WP_000111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3qZUIw_GLjM/TlG0OXKyHkI/AAAAAAAAFCc/YuoHayPLaqc/s320/WP_000111.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we did Cupcakes the 3rd week, &amp;nbsp;the day after this class we had some kids over to play and Katelyn never tired of telling her friends that her mom makes the best cupcakes... if only she would stay this easy to please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the last class we did a final cake, I had done a lot of research on the internet to find something that looked nice but wasn't actually too complicated. &amp;nbsp;This is what I found from Fantasticake. &amp;nbsp;It looked easy enough, yet very cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3537/3546270245_06ac3a2823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3537/3546270245_06ac3a2823.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;well... this is what mine turned out like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyvLKIau4Iw/TlGz7aOcsTI/AAAAAAAAFCU/99aVlLk_qrc/s1600/IMG_7078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyvLKIau4Iw/TlGz7aOcsTI/AAAAAAAAFCU/99aVlLk_qrc/s320/IMG_7078.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It actually looks better in the picture then it did in real life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Granted I had to do it from memory because we did it in class and my printer is down. &amp;nbsp;but still, I think it will be a while before I go professional...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The class was fun and I would totally do another one when I can.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-1264013424554163585?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1264013424554163585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=1264013424554163585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1264013424554163585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1264013424554163585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/08/cake-decorating.html' title='Cake Decorating'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cvpsHgbc6Y8/TlG0JBnyeBI/AAAAAAAAFCY/Wrl3i8pU7w8/s72-c/WP_000090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-8402128524776130547</id><published>2011-08-15T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T18:39:58.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The morning Fortress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X1A8q7F4aKw/TlGvNypo5XI/AAAAAAAAFCI/cXyP7cN69C0/s1600/IMG_7079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X1A8q7F4aKw/TlGvNypo5XI/AAAAAAAAFCI/cXyP7cN69C0/s640/IMG_7079.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've always had a variety of things for&amp;nbsp;breakfast, waffles, pancakes, eggs and toast,&amp;nbsp;sausage, oatmeal, french toast, &amp;nbsp;you get the idea. &amp;nbsp;But many mornings we have cereal and even though my kids pick the same cearel every day: Dallin-honey bunches of Oats, Katelyn- Strawberry awake (Walmart's&amp;nbsp;special K with Berries) and Grant- Honey nut cheerios, I still get out every box of cereal from the pantry and line them up on the table so they can "choose." &amp;nbsp;If ever I just pull out the cereal they are bound to choose, without lining up all the different choices, tears and sure to fall. &amp;nbsp; so lately the kids have decided to create Fortresses with the boxes, &amp;nbsp;they set them up and hide from us as they eat their&amp;nbsp;breakfast&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;seclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BCf1uDN_JTs/TlGu-vqW5vI/AAAAAAAAFCE/hqUUSr_pxxk/s1600/IMG_7088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BCf1uDN_JTs/TlGu-vqW5vI/AAAAAAAAFCE/hqUUSr_pxxk/s640/IMG_7088.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dallin's always the first to finish and always the best at&amp;nbsp;remembering&amp;nbsp;to put his bowl in the dishwasher. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZbvDT5cXtE/TlGvcU2Q9hI/AAAAAAAAFCM/r013qA9CiLE/s1600/IMG_7080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZbvDT5cXtE/TlGvcU2Q9hI/AAAAAAAAFCM/r013qA9CiLE/s640/IMG_7080.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelyn was the first to start this fortress idea, &amp;nbsp;she loves to hide behind her boxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ouImyp677uE/TlGvpzVOhMI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/PINelalnu3w/s1600/IMG_7083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ouImyp677uE/TlGvpzVOhMI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/PINelalnu3w/s640/IMG_7083.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grant is so happy in the morning, &amp;nbsp;he only likes to eat a few bits of breakfast and then come back half an hour later "Starving" &amp;nbsp;we're working on that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all have so much fun. &amp;nbsp;I love listening to their&amp;nbsp;conversations, they love each other so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-8402128524776130547?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8402128524776130547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=8402128524776130547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8402128524776130547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8402128524776130547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/08/morning-fortress.html' title='The morning Fortress'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X1A8q7F4aKw/TlGvNypo5XI/AAAAAAAAFCI/cXyP7cN69C0/s72-c/IMG_7079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-2567632063081032618</id><published>2011-07-31T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T19:38:09.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32 weeks and going strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NR3bC8xRS4I/TjYHcQrufyI/AAAAAAAAFA4/eE5t_McyKjI/s1600/IMG_7064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NR3bC8xRS4I/TjYHcQrufyI/AAAAAAAAFA4/eE5t_McyKjI/s640/IMG_7064.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;for being 32 weeks&amp;nbsp;pregnant&amp;nbsp;with twins life is pretty good, &amp;nbsp;yeah sure I don't sleep great these days, and picking thing up off the floor has become a chore,(I can't tell you the number of times Dallin has said, "Why can't you pick that up, it's right by you?") &amp;nbsp;but overall I feel great, if not a bit big, &amp;nbsp;and a bit hot... okay&amp;nbsp;more&amp;nbsp;then a bit hot, but I'm pretty sure everyone here in Texas is feeling that way. &amp;nbsp;The babies are doing great, they seem to have completely recovered from the fifth's&amp;nbsp;disease and are growing right on target. &amp;nbsp;such a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week we have been busy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTjb5WesZpM/TjYFjDn9dZI/AAAAAAAAFAg/Z4GoNGaiTRA/s1600/IMG_7043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTjb5WesZpM/TjYFjDn9dZI/AAAAAAAAFAg/Z4GoNGaiTRA/s640/IMG_7043.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cameron and a friend from church put in a&amp;nbsp;back splash, &amp;nbsp;it looks beautiful and they did the whole kitchen in 3 hours, the last hour was spent cutting random pieces to fit around the window, &amp;nbsp;now we just have to grout and seal it, &amp;nbsp;it may take us another couple of months to get that done but hey it steel looks great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MM9XA2cefkQ/TjYF_jHRuCI/AAAAAAAAFAk/LenDHlUBBgI/s1600/IMG_7044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MM9XA2cefkQ/TjYF_jHRuCI/AAAAAAAAFAk/LenDHlUBBgI/s640/IMG_7044.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhqyweQcjZs/TjYGiNzelVI/AAAAAAAAFAs/M6OFJwoslTU/s1600/IMG_7050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhqyweQcjZs/TjYGiNzelVI/AAAAAAAAFAs/M6OFJwoslTU/s640/IMG_7050.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grant decided that he wanted watermelon and wasn't going to wait for mommy to cut it for him. &amp;nbsp;taking matters into his own hands he grabbed a knife and&amp;nbsp;hacked&amp;nbsp;away and of course there is juice that needs to be taken care of. &amp;nbsp;He has also entered a stage of&amp;nbsp;orneriness, &amp;nbsp;he has decided he doesn't want to do anything that we want him to do. &amp;nbsp;Thankfully we realize it's a stage and we aren't too concerned about this becoming a new personality&amp;nbsp;trait. &amp;nbsp;Although I hope he passes through this stage quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YRWsbZmpmbs/TjYGt367nnI/AAAAAAAAFAw/lq7414YJNT4/s1600/IMG_7060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YRWsbZmpmbs/TjYGt367nnI/AAAAAAAAFAw/lq7414YJNT4/s640/IMG_7060.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dallin lost his first tooth yesterday, &amp;nbsp;it's been loose for about a month, &amp;nbsp;he was so excited to put the tooth under his&amp;nbsp;pillow&amp;nbsp;so that the tooth fairy could give him money to put in his piggy bank, it's funny to see the difference between&amp;nbsp;Katelyn&amp;nbsp;and Dallin when it comes to losing teeth,&amp;nbsp;Katelyn&amp;nbsp;begged to keep her tooth so we wrote a note to the tooth fairy asking if she could keep her tooth, &amp;nbsp;Dallin couldn't care less about the tooth he just wanted the money but when he woke up this morning he came to cuddle with us before he even checked under his pillow. He is a funny kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yw17qZjUbg8/TjYHsFHnQEI/AAAAAAAAFA8/QCyx06-SqQ8/s1600/IMG_7065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yw17qZjUbg8/TjYHsFHnQEI/AAAAAAAAFA8/QCyx06-SqQ8/s640/IMG_7065.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Katelyn is such a great big sister, she is so sweet and nice with the boys, &amp;nbsp;they love to run and play together. &amp;nbsp;not a day goes by when I don't think about how blessed I am to have such great kids, I love listening to them play together,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-2567632063081032618?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2567632063081032618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=2567632063081032618&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/2567632063081032618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/2567632063081032618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/07/32-weeks-and-going-strong.html' title='32 weeks and going strong'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NR3bC8xRS4I/TjYHcQrufyI/AAAAAAAAFA4/eE5t_McyKjI/s72-c/IMG_7064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-6918799301253064005</id><published>2011-07-18T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T19:09:18.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>we are&amp;nbsp;notorious&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;being&amp;nbsp;indecisive when it comes to names, we are the type who bring a list to the hospital and make the final decision there, not because we need to see&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;baby before we feel right about a name but because we have a deadline...and we will not leave the hospital without filling in a name on that birth certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4mkM8wRAFk/TiTjwG3bVZI/AAAAAAAAFAY/eabtR-y8Wqg/s1600/2011+4+April+217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4mkM8wRAFk/TiTjwG3bVZI/AAAAAAAAFAY/eabtR-y8Wqg/s640/2011+4+April+217.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so Grant has decided we need a little extra help in that department and today out of the blue he piped up and said, " I know what we can name that little baby girl,"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;so I said, "what should we name our baby girl?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grant looked up with a huge smile and said, "Barbie a&amp;nbsp;fairy&amp;nbsp;secret!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelyn rolled her eyes and said, "Grant, That's not a name!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;so Grant said, "how about Dora?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to which Katelyn replied "We Can't name babies after people on TV."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dallin spoke up and said, "don't you have a kid named Diego in your class,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelyn nodded,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Grant shouted, "We could name our babies Dora and Diego!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everyone thought that was a great idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so there you have it, if the kids were in charge these things would&amp;nbsp;obviously&amp;nbsp;be much easier. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MOAhd6Kv42o/TiTgc1VcbxI/AAAAAAAAFAM/UgmKykRH2ls/s1600/IMG_6591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MOAhd6Kv42o/TiTgc1VcbxI/AAAAAAAAFAM/UgmKykRH2ls/s640/IMG_6591.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/29225427-6918799301253064005?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6918799301253064005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=6918799301253064005&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/6918799301253064005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/6918799301253064005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4mkM8wRAFk/TiTjwG3bVZI/AAAAAAAAFAY/eabtR-y8Wqg/s72-c/2011+4+April+217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-1606466886304849177</id><published>2011-07-17T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T18:19:22.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new skill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EctHCuo-ki4/Tj6iml7xkRI/AAAAAAAAFBI/wuQofoxIYMs/s1600/IMG_6903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EctHCuo-ki4/Tj6iml7xkRI/AAAAAAAAFBI/wuQofoxIYMs/s640/IMG_6903.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The kids learned a new skill this summer, &amp;nbsp; it may not seem like much but just like when they finally learn to properly pump their legs on a swing, blowing up a&amp;nbsp;balloon&amp;nbsp;is surprisingly helpful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--mOjNlEYcns/Tj6iFjxQVbI/AAAAAAAAFBA/M5If8JKfg2U/s1600/IMG_6910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--mOjNlEYcns/Tj6iFjxQVbI/AAAAAAAAFBA/M5If8JKfg2U/s640/IMG_6910.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHj_9GFLsJE/Tj6iTJ1OeoI/AAAAAAAAFBE/3py6ehdFEHI/s1600/IMG_6893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHj_9GFLsJE/Tj6iTJ1OeoI/AAAAAAAAFBE/3py6ehdFEHI/s640/IMG_6893.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LjAD6OKa0vE/Tj6i0cxwKKI/AAAAAAAAFBM/Hsy0Cp7D2f0/s1600/IMG_6904.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LjAD6OKa0vE/Tj6i0cxwKKI/AAAAAAAAFBM/Hsy0Cp7D2f0/s640/IMG_6904.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They have been practicing all day for the past 2 days, and of course what fun is blowing up a balloon if you can't&amp;nbsp;release&amp;nbsp;it and let if free fly around the living room. &amp;nbsp;our house has never been so full of deflated balloons. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-1606466886304849177?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1606466886304849177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=1606466886304849177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1606466886304849177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1606466886304849177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-skill.html' title='a new skill'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EctHCuo-ki4/Tj6iml7xkRI/AAAAAAAAFBI/wuQofoxIYMs/s72-c/IMG_6903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-3927706574617858521</id><published>2011-07-08T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:59:10.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas 4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oe73yC6_W8M/TkCM8K2hk-I/AAAAAAAAFBg/Bt327m_n4rc/s1600/IMG_6912.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oe73yC6_W8M/TkCM8K2hk-I/AAAAAAAAFBg/Bt327m_n4rc/s640/IMG_6912.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;What do you do when fireworks have been completely outlawed... I'll give you a hint. &amp;nbsp;it involves soda and mentos... &amp;nbsp;and I think they are called soda pop bombs, but I'm probably just making that up... pretty sure I am, but they should be called soda pop bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qX9c6wcnY0M/TkCNMd7MhXI/AAAAAAAAFBk/7PnOrMht0rw/s1600/IMG_6923.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qX9c6wcnY0M/TkCNMd7MhXI/AAAAAAAAFBk/7PnOrMht0rw/s400/IMG_6923.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We&amp;nbsp;weren't&amp;nbsp;sure how&amp;nbsp;explosive&amp;nbsp;it would be so we kept everyone at a safe distance... clearly that was not completely&amp;nbsp;necessary&amp;nbsp;but at least none of us walked away sticky... well, not&amp;nbsp;totally&amp;nbsp;true&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;after we finished the kids decided to run trough the puddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O3QYSU7oF_g/TkCL-I_9lzI/AAAAAAAAFBU/xDupsssFPIY/s1600/IMG_6941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O3QYSU7oF_g/TkCL-I_9lzI/AAAAAAAAFBU/xDupsssFPIY/s640/IMG_6941.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grant and Dallin were happy to sit and watch. but Katelyn wanted to try her hand at making the soda explode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mg8JYu8ZqtY/TkCMOtxWkEI/AAAAAAAAFBY/_qSb7nCClh0/s1600/IMG_6944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mg8JYu8ZqtY/TkCMOtxWkEI/AAAAAAAAFBY/_qSb7nCClh0/s400/IMG_6944.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p1LY3XRCeXg/TkCMn45RJ8I/AAAAAAAAFBc/IS8uXTZxka4/s1600/IMG_6945.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p1LY3XRCeXg/TkCMn45RJ8I/AAAAAAAAFBc/IS8uXTZxka4/s400/IMG_6945.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She had a hard time getting the Mentos to all go in the soda so it didn't go very high, but she sure had fun doing it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bION7tLt6S4/TkCNYiTvj4I/AAAAAAAAFBo/gRNLSHdkjs4/s1600/IMG_6928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bION7tLt6S4/TkCNYiTvj4I/AAAAAAAAFBo/gRNLSHdkjs4/s640/IMG_6928.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz2JWeuft0Q/TkCNmjwb7rI/AAAAAAAAFBs/N_aQyHkBt-I/s1600/IMG_6931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz2JWeuft0Q/TkCNmjwb7rI/AAAAAAAAFBs/N_aQyHkBt-I/s640/IMG_6931.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone had a great time. &amp;nbsp;who needs fireworks? &amp;nbsp; so over rated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-3927706574617858521?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3927706574617858521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=3927706574617858521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3927706574617858521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3927706574617858521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/07/texas-4th-of-july.html' title='Texas 4th of July'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oe73yC6_W8M/TkCM8K2hk-I/AAAAAAAAFBg/Bt327m_n4rc/s72-c/IMG_6912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-1825132518792041805</id><published>2011-07-07T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T18:30:14.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've been busy around here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Summer time is always full of activities and fun and this summer is no different except that we have started learning how to do chores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;with some inspiration from a friend I created a routine chart, and we follow it pretty strictly around here... well at least in the morning, we haven't had too much luck following our afternoon routine. &amp;nbsp;here is an example of a typical day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;First we wake up... I figured that would be a great way to start the day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6IqW-huH3j0/ThYji5kXPDI/AAAAAAAAE_A/i3bJ7WNCbkg/s1600/IMG_6758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6IqW-huH3j0/ThYji5kXPDI/AAAAAAAAE_A/i3bJ7WNCbkg/s640/IMG_6758.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;we get dressed, naturally. sometimes this part&amp;nbsp;involves&amp;nbsp;a bit of a tantrum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KzfPvtEXkTI/ThYjvGGbSVI/AAAAAAAAE_E/dDA32n8yNu0/s1600/IMG_6759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KzfPvtEXkTI/ThYjvGGbSVI/AAAAAAAAE_E/dDA32n8yNu0/s640/IMG_6759.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;we put our jammies in the laundry, or in a drawer.. depending on how strong they smell... Grant has yet to put his back in his drawer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hiKRE7NlsqA/ThYj77JtvHI/AAAAAAAAE_I/iveCB-rp8XM/s1600/IMG_6760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hiKRE7NlsqA/ThYj77JtvHI/AAAAAAAAE_I/iveCB-rp8XM/s640/IMG_6760.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;Next it's breakfast,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MxxG7NXxaB8/ThYkXE9HeLI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/R5eV5dLPf_I/s1600/IMG_6768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MxxG7NXxaB8/ThYkXE9HeLI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/R5eV5dLPf_I/s640/IMG_6768.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is not how katelyn usually looks for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qRSbI9uB-LE/ThYk1GU_DQI/AAAAAAAAE_Y/tAdYGigzAJA/s1600/IMG_6775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qRSbI9uB-LE/ThYk1GU_DQI/AAAAAAAAE_Y/tAdYGigzAJA/s640/IMG_6775.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and of course cleaning up our dishes always follows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-odfsDrCdWJU/ThYkleS5dVI/AAAAAAAAE_U/jzU4tyiNeM4/s1600/IMG_6769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-odfsDrCdWJU/ThYkleS5dVI/AAAAAAAAE_U/jzU4tyiNeM4/s640/IMG_6769.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then we brush our teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TtcUFc2JUTc/ThYlBlfsjKI/AAAAAAAAE_c/bIckcLm2p6U/s1600/IMG_6783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TtcUFc2JUTc/ThYlBlfsjKI/AAAAAAAAE_c/bIckcLm2p6U/s640/IMG_6783.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The electric toothbrushes makes this part fun, most &amp;nbsp;days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znSSD6JDGQk/ThYlPeqgVUI/AAAAAAAAE_g/4OBRdA7I8_4/s1600/IMG_6787.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znSSD6JDGQk/ThYlPeqgVUI/AAAAAAAAE_g/4OBRdA7I8_4/s640/IMG_6787.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ryvU35CsZM/ThYlq_yyZaI/AAAAAAAAE_o/1f9ZQ5MB3jE/s1600/IMG_6794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ryvU35CsZM/ThYlq_yyZaI/AAAAAAAAE_o/1f9ZQ5MB3jE/s640/IMG_6794.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we move on to getting our bag ready for the day, &amp;nbsp;some days we go to the library, sometimes swimming or play group, &amp;nbsp;they have to get everything in the van and ready to go so that we can leave the house at a moments notice... because most days I lose track of time and we are rushing to get out the door.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DoS-xBsPKuk/ThYmHAAIbPI/AAAAAAAAE_w/Wr1wZRSuWBs/s1600/IMG_6798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DoS-xBsPKuk/ThYmHAAIbPI/AAAAAAAAE_w/Wr1wZRSuWBs/s640/IMG_6798.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we do chores. &amp;nbsp;if it's a chore they have never done I spend that time training them while doing it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They love washing windows, making their bed, dusting, emptying the dishwasher and taking out the trash.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;their least favorite thing is picking up their toys, and hanging up their clothes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They also do things like water the garden, wash the doors, mop the floor,&amp;nbsp;disinfect&amp;nbsp;the bathroom, and clean door knobs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPxgPFQCybM/ThYlcpf2d3I/AAAAAAAAE_k/YpJNWjxPnks/s1600/IMG_6790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPxgPFQCybM/ThYlcpf2d3I/AAAAAAAAE_k/YpJNWjxPnks/s640/IMG_6790.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Taking out the trash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aA9rE_mE_d0/ThYmWMkQX1I/AAAAAAAAE_0/NZpKhgJpe1g/s1600/IMG_6800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aA9rE_mE_d0/ThYmWMkQX1I/AAAAAAAAE_0/NZpKhgJpe1g/s640/IMG_6800.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emptying the dishwasher. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-MDQsr6yQE/ThYmk-kWylI/AAAAAAAAE_4/kVlT37LBPBo/s1600/IMG_6804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-MDQsr6yQE/ThYmk-kWylI/AAAAAAAAE_4/kVlT37LBPBo/s640/IMG_6804.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-MDQsr6yQE/ThYmk-kWylI/AAAAAAAAE_4/kVlT37LBPBo/s1600/IMG_6804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and of course somewhere in there I brush Katelyn's hair, that's not something she can do on her own and I'm&amp;nbsp;usually&amp;nbsp;busy encouraging and training so sometimes that doesn't happen for a while. but it always happens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LpulzxYpd_0/ThYjIG-UWbI/AAAAAAAAE-4/7_CtddtjFi4/s1600/IMG_6809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LpulzxYpd_0/ThYjIG-UWbI/AAAAAAAAE-4/7_CtddtjFi4/s320/IMG_6809.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-10HS6SWrP9c/ThYjWG3S8WI/AAAAAAAAE-8/QXVy4yo2J8I/s1600/IMG_6811.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-10HS6SWrP9c/ThYjWG3S8WI/AAAAAAAAE-8/QXVy4yo2J8I/s320/IMG_6811.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;after chores Grant and Dallin practice writing their letters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Livu6V8XugM/ThYmy0b-gzI/AAAAAAAAE_8/rjd2jeV-nsM/s1600/IMG_6805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Livu6V8XugM/ThYmy0b-gzI/AAAAAAAAE_8/rjd2jeV-nsM/s640/IMG_6805.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and Katelyn practices the piano, &amp;nbsp;when they are finished with all of that they can have free time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow we are able to finish all of that and get to our 9am swim lessons on time. &amp;nbsp;The kids get a prize each&amp;nbsp;Saturday&amp;nbsp;if they have done well on their charts, &amp;nbsp;they get a check for each thing accomplished and two checks if they do it without being reminded. &amp;nbsp;and without complaining. &amp;nbsp;so far it's working pretty well, we have our bad days but we have more good days.&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for summer time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-1825132518792041805?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1825132518792041805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=1825132518792041805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1825132518792041805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1825132518792041805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/07/weve-been-busy-around-here.html' title='We&apos;ve been busy around here.'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6IqW-huH3j0/ThYji5kXPDI/AAAAAAAAE_A/i3bJ7WNCbkg/s72-c/IMG_6758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-4199088842163517477</id><published>2011-07-02T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T15:09:43.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impromptu Picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZynPqidFOYs/Tg-I7a496vI/AAAAAAAAE-k/STyGOr3HBmg/s1600/IMG_6885.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZynPqidFOYs/Tg-I7a496vI/AAAAAAAAE-k/STyGOr3HBmg/s640/IMG_6885.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dallin really really wanted a picnic today... there is only one problem, it's over 100 degrees outside. &amp;nbsp;and I am 7 months&amp;nbsp;pregnant. Thankfully he was happy to have it in the backyard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNXsf9HCTyg/Tg-JG0jGlyI/AAAAAAAAE-o/BYiziIbKDqk/s1600/IMG_6886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNXsf9HCTyg/Tg-JG0jGlyI/AAAAAAAAE-o/BYiziIbKDqk/s640/IMG_6886.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we spread out a little blue blanket, grabbed a basket, made bean and cheese burritos and grabbed some fruit and veggies out of the fridge then headed out. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RX6Ds4YBtMs/Tg-JYy3KagI/AAAAAAAAE-s/-VjVkvPxsPU/s1600/IMG_6875.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RX6Ds4YBtMs/Tg-JYy3KagI/AAAAAAAAE-s/-VjVkvPxsPU/s640/IMG_6875.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The picnic lasted about 10 minutes before everyone got too hot and headed to the air conditioning, but it was a great 10 minutes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BVD_zUadvAA/Tg-Jm6kOVuI/AAAAAAAAE-w/bxV4uCaNhJ8/s1600/IMG_6877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BVD_zUadvAA/Tg-Jm6kOVuI/AAAAAAAAE-w/bxV4uCaNhJ8/s640/IMG_6877.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grant had already eaten&amp;nbsp;spaghetti-os&amp;nbsp;inside but he was happy to sit with Dallin and eat strawberries and carrots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tNaGiWP9OU0/Tg-Iph1VydI/AAAAAAAAE-g/5djdsMlV1yk/s1600/IMG_6882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tNaGiWP9OU0/Tg-Iph1VydI/AAAAAAAAE-g/5djdsMlV1yk/s640/IMG_6882.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Katelyn had also eaten&amp;nbsp;spaghetti-os&amp;nbsp;but she was happy to pose for a few pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJUJaSDAqBQ/Tg-JzzcWpnI/AAAAAAAAE-0/uBe6QD1Gynw/s1600/IMG_6879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJUJaSDAqBQ/Tg-JzzcWpnI/AAAAAAAAE-0/uBe6QD1Gynw/s640/IMG_6879.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dallin was so happy to have everyone hang out with him at his&amp;nbsp;impromptu&amp;nbsp;picnic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-4199088842163517477?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4199088842163517477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=4199088842163517477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/4199088842163517477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/4199088842163517477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/07/impromptu-picnic.html' title='Impromptu Picnic'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZynPqidFOYs/Tg-I7a496vI/AAAAAAAAE-k/STyGOr3HBmg/s72-c/IMG_6885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-7907436194624313415</id><published>2011-06-21T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T12:33:00.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisabeth life'/><title type='text'>oh my how you've grown...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Remember Fuzzy? &amp;nbsp;our cute little bunny, &amp;nbsp;well she's not so little anymore,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rEsyMVkY7zQ/Tgvpg21XGbI/AAAAAAAAE9s/7ZzXp5BTP7s/s1600/IMG_6709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rEsyMVkY7zQ/Tgvpg21XGbI/AAAAAAAAE9s/7ZzXp5BTP7s/s640/IMG_6709.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know it's not the most flattering picture. &amp;nbsp;That complete look of terror is not an uncommon sight around here. although she is getting bigger she still&amp;nbsp;tolerates&amp;nbsp;all the extra "love" but she's not the only one growing around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ibqO4sZeABg/TgvpSXo41AI/AAAAAAAAE9o/6z4SnGu-7NE/s1600/IMG_6731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ibqO4sZeABg/TgvpSXo41AI/AAAAAAAAE9o/6z4SnGu-7NE/s640/IMG_6731.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;okay I know I'm pushing my belly out as far as it will go... but still for 25 weeks, I'm feeling HUGE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5WCvuZNyYg/TgvoN9hdLQI/AAAAAAAAE9g/wE4VXVSZUdo/s1600/IMG_6728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5WCvuZNyYg/TgvoN9hdLQI/AAAAAAAAE9g/wE4VXVSZUdo/s640/IMG_6728.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love feeling the babies move, &amp;nbsp;in fact now I worry when I don't feel them, I&amp;nbsp;figure&amp;nbsp;with two in there someone has to be doing summersaults, but&amp;nbsp;just&amp;nbsp;when I'm starting to panic a bit, sure enough someone elbows me and I know all is well.&lt;br /&gt;on a&amp;nbsp;completely&amp;nbsp;unrelated note, I can't seem to get my hair to be curly any more, &amp;nbsp;all of a sudden it's decided to be&amp;nbsp;straight-ish, &amp;nbsp;so now I'm back to the blow drying, and&amp;nbsp;straightening&amp;nbsp;routine I had before chemo... &amp;nbsp;I will never complain about having hair, no matter the shape or length, but I kind of miss my curls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-7907436194624313415?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7907436194624313415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=7907436194624313415&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/7907436194624313415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/7907436194624313415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-my-how-youve-grown.html' title='oh my how you&apos;ve grown...'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rEsyMVkY7zQ/Tgvpg21XGbI/AAAAAAAAE9s/7ZzXp5BTP7s/s72-c/IMG_6709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-6676878860043836893</id><published>2011-05-16T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T19:07:06.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good the great and the ugly</title><content type='html'>it's not too often that someone has an oncology appointment just a hour before an OBGYN appointment, But I guess I'm not the typical&amp;nbsp;patient, &amp;nbsp;I'm happy to report that I continue to be cancer free I'm nearly 3 years out and there are no signs of lumps, bumps or&amp;nbsp;bruises&amp;nbsp;(unless you count the great huge bump consuming my belly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also had some great news today at my OBGYN appointment, our little twin girl is looking better, Her anemia is back to normal levels, &amp;nbsp;she still has a lot of fluid surrounding her organs but that should clear up as her body gets the oxygen it needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our twin boy is still struggling and his anemia is actually worse. &amp;nbsp;I am meeting with the doctors on Thursday and if he isn't improving we will prepare to do a blood transfusion on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much research to prove that the benefits of doing transumbilical transfusions outweigh the risk of the procedure so the doctors want to wait to see if the babies recover on their own. The improvement in the girl is encouraging and we suspect that since she was looking worse last week that maybe she was just a bit further progressed in the viral illness and that the boy will soon follow. There is a 5% risk of death with transfusions which doubles with twins so it's all kind of risky business but we are taking it all pretty well, as usual. We thank everyone for keeping us in your thoughts and prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we hope that&amp;nbsp;Thursday's&amp;nbsp;report has all good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; display: table; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;tbody style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;tr style="display: table-row; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; vertical-align: inherit;"&gt;&lt;td style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; display: table-cell; font: inherit; line-height: 1.2em; 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href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-great-and-ugly.html' title='The good the great and the ugly'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-3496294391361772745</id><published>2011-05-16T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T20:02:41.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GaJliU7pGpk/TgvLK389CzI/AAAAAAAAE8k/HSO0nCYlJso/s1600/2011+3+march-+4+april+037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GaJliU7pGpk/TgvLK389CzI/AAAAAAAAE8k/HSO0nCYlJso/s640/2011+3+march-+4+april+037.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cameron doesn't know how to do things half way, &amp;nbsp;if he is going to do something it's going to be done well, so it shouldn't have come as a&amp;nbsp;surprise&amp;nbsp;when Cameron announced that if we wanted a bunny cage built into the play set it would need a paint job first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VdgZQnJIZZw/TgvLnBLy10I/AAAAAAAAE8o/fnI_u3IFUGs/s1600/2011+3+march-+4+april+040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VdgZQnJIZZw/TgvLnBLy10I/AAAAAAAAE8o/fnI_u3IFUGs/s320/2011+3+march-+4+april+040.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uOPnx9YfoL4/TgvMys1IlaI/AAAAAAAAE8w/AL74iXtxniE/s1600/2011+3+march-+4+april+043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uOPnx9YfoL4/TgvMys1IlaI/AAAAAAAAE8w/AL74iXtxniE/s320/2011+3+march-+4+april+043.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dallin is always first to&amp;nbsp;volunteer&amp;nbsp;when it comes to working alongside daddy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ii3L1y2gHE8/TgvMF7KO0ZI/AAAAAAAAE8s/MS9OHRafimc/s1600/2011+3+march-+4+april+041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ii3L1y2gHE8/TgvMF7KO0ZI/AAAAAAAAE8s/MS9OHRafimc/s320/2011+3+march-+4+april+041.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JYAmTXuDof0/TgvN2czUp_I/AAAAAAAAE84/aLzb7xJhZ8s/s1600/2011+3+march-+4+april+050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JYAmTXuDof0/TgvN2czUp_I/AAAAAAAAE84/aLzb7xJhZ8s/s320/2011+3+march-+4+april+050.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grant also thought it would be fun to help scrap off the old paint. &amp;nbsp;Who wouldn't like that job?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3gibaJ8hxhY/TgvPG8_mAtI/AAAAAAAAE9A/FDfCA6ABuV4/s1600/2011+4+April+114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3gibaJ8hxhY/TgvPG8_mAtI/AAAAAAAAE9A/FDfCA6ABuV4/s640/2011+4+April+114.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because of school Katelyn missed out on the scraping part but was happy to help with the painting part. &amp;nbsp; Cameron picked out the paint when he was out by himself and when I saw the color I thought it would be way too bright but once the whole set was painted I thought it looked great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eoqjIF6juUA/TgvP8Q8NK4I/AAAAAAAAE9E/0C6TW8KhXv0/s1600/2011+4+April+117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eoqjIF6juUA/TgvP8Q8NK4I/AAAAAAAAE9E/0C6TW8KhXv0/s640/2011+4+April+117.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While Everyone else was busy painting Grant decided to paint a few things himself. &amp;nbsp;the side walk, and our brick mailbox were numbered&amp;nbsp;among&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;causalities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2EuYJ2NI4no/TgvX5a38n_I/AAAAAAAAE9Y/tw037Xv9dIQ/s1600/2011+3+march-+4+april+058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2EuYJ2NI4no/TgvX5a38n_I/AAAAAAAAE9Y/tw037Xv9dIQ/s640/2011+3+march-+4+april+058.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to mention himself and of course the bunny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4U7Wzgje9Jw/TgvYfuO1RhI/AAAAAAAAE9c/0zZs8GMKGh0/s1600/2011+3+march-+4+april+092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4U7Wzgje9Jw/TgvYfuO1RhI/AAAAAAAAE9c/0zZs8GMKGh0/s640/2011+3+march-+4+april+092.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Once the play set was repainted it was time to finish putting together the bunny hutch, &amp;nbsp;Cameron designed and built it himself. &amp;nbsp;It took a lot more work that we had anticipated and in the end we decided that next time we will just buy a bunny hutch... but for now we will enjoy his handy work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ndtMDIomMM/TgvSU13Qb_I/AAAAAAAAE9U/Jad5PEtJoxo/s1600/2011+4+April+135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ndtMDIomMM/TgvSU13Qb_I/AAAAAAAAE9U/Jad5PEtJoxo/s640/2011+4+April+135.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was complete with 2 entrances, in case we needed to reach the bunny from either side. &amp;nbsp;I added the brick paint job, I thought it would make it look nice. and now the bunny can move out of the plastic storage bin and into his new fancy house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ezsJ--fnca0/TgvOkjrdG1I/AAAAAAAAE88/BXSsFHX53zk/s1600/2011+4+April+138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ezsJ--fnca0/TgvOkjrdG1I/AAAAAAAAE88/BXSsFHX53zk/s640/2011+4+April+138.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-3496294391361772745?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3496294391361772745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=3496294391361772745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3496294391361772745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3496294391361772745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/doesnt-know-how-to-do-things-half-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GaJliU7pGpk/TgvLK389CzI/AAAAAAAAE8k/HSO0nCYlJso/s72-c/2011+3+march-+4+april+037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-8666812724320936571</id><published>2011-05-16T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T20:17:02.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little bunny fofo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We love the library, so many books to read and you don't even have to find a place to store them or even pack them up when you move... it's great. &amp;nbsp;back in&amp;nbsp;February&amp;nbsp;I found this cool&amp;nbsp;gardening&amp;nbsp;book I thought looked&amp;nbsp;interesting, &amp;nbsp;not realizing how much Cameron would love it. &amp;nbsp;one thing the book talked about was how rabbit pellets are a great way to&amp;nbsp;fertilize&amp;nbsp;a yard and next thing I know we are meeting a girl at a gas station who is selling her bunnies on craigslist. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jzfq7lc-oX4/TdHjWhO0nyI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/FFVzACSm694/s1600/2011+3+march-+4+april+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jzfq7lc-oX4/TdHjWhO0nyI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/FFVzACSm694/s640/2011+3+march-+4+april+014.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Each of the kids have fallen in love with "Fuzzy" (we tried to convince the kids to rename her but that didn't go over well, so Fuzzy it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iUotSCLd520/TdHjmdbAcfI/AAAAAAAAE8U/vTPMHrrCBc8/s1600/2011+3+march-+4+april+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iUotSCLd520/TdHjmdbAcfI/AAAAAAAAE8U/vTPMHrrCBc8/s400/2011+3+march-+4+april+024.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27kl4ZMY-N0/TdHj04E71KI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/Z0-APUb7N78/s1600/2011+3+march-+4+april+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27kl4ZMY-N0/TdHj04E71KI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/Z0-APUb7N78/s400/2011+3+march-+4+april+028.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelyn&amp;nbsp;has recently decided that Fuzzy is her personal baby and she carries and coddles her to no end, Fuzzy seems to&amp;nbsp;tolerate&amp;nbsp;all the "love" very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mF7BC2zFSOs/TdHkGSf3GZI/AAAAAAAAE8c/dY7HVVI7xj4/s1600/2011+3+march-+4+april+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mF7BC2zFSOs/TdHkGSf3GZI/AAAAAAAAE8c/dY7HVVI7xj4/s640/2011+3+march-+4+april+036.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dallin and Grant love to take turns creating advnetures for the bunny, &amp;nbsp;she take many trips down the slide and has been zoomed through the house in the back of a dump truck, &amp;nbsp;not to mention she been carried around in our compost bin, &amp;nbsp;she doesn't seems to mind too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJF6XcYlCOs/TdHkWfhF66I/AAAAAAAAE8g/KNpUX5TYrkQ/s1600/2011+3+march-+4+april+067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" 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href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-bunny-fofo.html' title='Little bunny fofo'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jzfq7lc-oX4/TdHjWhO0nyI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/FFVzACSm694/s72-c/2011+3+march-+4+april+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-8585063333147512773</id><published>2011-05-09T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:53:22.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some not bad news</title><content type='html'>my ultra sound today showed that there was the slightest&amp;nbsp;improvement&amp;nbsp;in each baby's flow of blood meaning that their red blood cell count is a tiny bit higher.. a good sign, &amp;nbsp;but we also saw that there is slightly more fluid surrounding their organs, our baby girl especially has a lot of fluid.... not a good sign. &amp;nbsp;I have another appointment on&amp;nbsp;Thursday&amp;nbsp;to see if the anemia is improving, &amp;nbsp;if things aren't looking better we will do a blood&amp;nbsp;transfusion&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;Monday, &amp;nbsp;if it does we will likely have another ultra sound to monitor progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so not &amp;nbsp;necessarily&amp;nbsp;good news, but also not bad news, &amp;nbsp;overall I feel better about this whole&amp;nbsp;situation.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for your thoughts and prayers, please keep them coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-8585063333147512773?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-2552635951834510748</id><published>2011-05-08T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T20:08:37.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>helpless</title><content type='html'>This past Wednesday they did the "big" ultra sound, &amp;nbsp;That morning I got a call from my OBGYN letting me know that the blood work from my last appointment had come back&amp;nbsp;positive&amp;nbsp;for fifths&amp;nbsp;disease&amp;nbsp;and to be sure and let the doctor who would be doing the ultra sound know so that he could look to see how it had effected the babies, &amp;nbsp;everything should be fine, worse case&amp;nbsp;scenario&amp;nbsp;the babies would need a blood transfusion, but that rarely happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So an hour later I casually mention to the ultra sound tech that my doctor wanted me to mention that I tested&amp;nbsp;positive&amp;nbsp;for fifths disease. &amp;nbsp;so she quietly took picture after picture, measuring one thing after another, &amp;nbsp;an hour later everyone cleared out of the room and we waited for the doctor who also happened to be the department head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts&amp;nbsp;explaining&amp;nbsp;about how the fifth's disease has attacked both babies bone marrow and they are highly anemic and struggling to make enough red blood cells. they have enlarged hearts and extra fluid surrounding their organs, their&amp;nbsp;condition&amp;nbsp;is very&amp;nbsp;serious&amp;nbsp;but' it's possible that it will correct itself but if it doesn't it would be fatal. &amp;nbsp;The only thing that can be done is a blood transfusion, they would attempt to give the babies blood by sticking a needle into a vein in each of their umbilical cords. &amp;nbsp;risky on so many levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he's talking&amp;nbsp;more&amp;nbsp;doctors file in, my OBGYN and the other department head. as they come in I become more&amp;nbsp;nervous because I'm starting to understand the&amp;nbsp;seriousness&amp;nbsp;of this situation. and I keep thinking "this isn't right, he's suppose to tell us "congratulations, you're having a boy and a girl and they appear to be&amp;nbsp;healthy&amp;nbsp;and strong." and yet he goes on about blood clots and heart&amp;nbsp;failure, not to mention the lack of red blood cells causing problems with brain development."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more measurements are taken and options&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;discussed we decide to wait a few day to see if the babies recover on their own and then proceed with a blood&amp;nbsp;transfusion&amp;nbsp;if we need to at that point. &amp;nbsp;and there is nothing I can do, nothing that I would eat or do would help the babies in anyway with this problem. &amp;nbsp;We find out tomorrow how they are doing&amp;nbsp;and until then I feel completely helpless.&lt;div 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title='helpless'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-3177686207364537069</id><published>2011-05-08T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T19:16:16.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's day</title><content type='html'>This mother's day was mostly uneventful, in a crazy busy sort of way. &amp;nbsp; Katelyn started the day with "wake up Mommy! &amp;nbsp;it's mother's day!" &amp;nbsp;she then insisted that I open the present she made for me at school. &amp;nbsp;Pink soap, shaped like a rose and smelling like gummy bears. &amp;nbsp; It was pretty cute, what was more cute was how excited she was to give it to me. &amp;nbsp;she get's so excited for&amp;nbsp;surprises&amp;nbsp;and special days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron made us waffles, &amp;nbsp;and the kids where torn between that and "special&amp;nbsp;cereal" (any surgery cereal) because they are only allowed to have that on Sunday and holidays. &amp;nbsp;it's tough having to choose between two great things so they all chose both, and they actually ate both, which doesn't usually happen... ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day was busy, calling our wonderful mothers, preparing lessons, and getting things ready for the mother's day&amp;nbsp;luncheon which would take place during Relief Society and then of course cleaning up after said luncheon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallin, quite&amp;nbsp;envious&amp;nbsp;of my pink rose soap asked, "so when is kids day?" &amp;nbsp;I told him every day was kids day, &amp;nbsp;He didn't buy that, but was pleased to find out that there was an actual Father's Day. &amp;nbsp;Now he has something to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-3177686207364537069?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3177686207364537069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=3177686207364537069&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3177686207364537069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3177686207364537069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-4529431533441036839</id><published>2011-03-20T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T19:27:09.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Spring Break that wasn't... a break I mean.</title><content type='html'>ah spring break, a great time to enjoy the warming weather. we spent the first two days chilling at home, running errands and pretty much doing nothing, then on Wednesday we had planned to go to the zoo or something fun but found out that Cameron didn't have a lunch meeting that day so decided to stay home and then go eat lunch with him, as we were pulling out of our driveway he called to tell us that they had called a last minute meeting and that he couldn't eat lunch with us, &amp;nbsp;we were crushed so of course we went home and&amp;nbsp;sulked. &amp;nbsp;Dallin was still sulking long after the allotted sulking time and sulked through dinner, teeth brushing, book reading and bed time. then at 10pm he woke up crying, Cameron went to check it out and found the poor boy completely covered in throw up. &amp;nbsp;he continued to throw up every hour for the rest of the night and all the next day, The day after that was a tiny bit better but he still wasn't keeping anything down and was losing a lot of weight, I could feel all his bones every time I held him. &amp;nbsp;he threw up for about 48 hours and then his stomach seemed to calm and he slept through the third night with&amp;nbsp;minor&amp;nbsp;interruptions of a mother trying to get him to sip more fluids. it was a rough couple of days and he is still very weak. &amp;nbsp;but he is doing so much better and thankfully except for Katelyn getting an ear infection everyone else has been healthy and happy. Hopefully now that Spring Break is over we can all rest and relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-4529431533441036839?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4529431533441036839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=4529431533441036839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/4529431533441036839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/4529431533441036839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-break-that-wasnt-break-i-mean.html' title='the Spring Break that wasn&apos;t... a break I mean.'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-8186760702077367320</id><published>2011-03-13T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T17:56:52.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><content type='html'>Nearly 3 years ago I was&amp;nbsp;diagnosed&amp;nbsp;with stage 3 breast cancer (see summer 2008 archives) after chemo, surgery and radiation there was &amp;nbsp;a 30% chance that I wouldn't be able to bare anymore children, we considered&amp;nbsp;embryo&amp;nbsp;preservation before I started cancer treatments but after much thought and prayer, Cameron and I both felt that it wouldn't be&amp;nbsp;necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly a year ago my oncologist &amp;nbsp;gave us the go ahead to start trying, the first month when I&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;get&amp;nbsp;pregnant, it was&amp;nbsp;disappointing, but hey, it had only been a month, by the third month my heart ached and I stopped trying to care so much because as the months passed I was sure the threat of&amp;nbsp;infertility&amp;nbsp;was a reality. &amp;nbsp;One of my greatest desires was to have more children. &amp;nbsp;of course I was happy and blessed with 3 beautiful&amp;nbsp;healthy&amp;nbsp;children. but I couldn't help feeling a little sorrow as Grant passed even the tiniest of milestones, feeling in my heart that it would be the last time I would witness that as a mother. I wasn't bitter or even a bit resentful but my heart was filled with sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day in January as I was going about my day I suddenly realized that I had miscalculated when I suppose to start my period and that I was&amp;nbsp;actually&amp;nbsp;a few days late. a &amp;nbsp;little spark of hope ignited but I wanted to wait until&amp;nbsp;the next morning to find out for sure. &amp;nbsp;The next morning I took the test and I could see the&amp;nbsp;tiniest&amp;nbsp;hint of a second line, I yelled for Cameron to come and give me a second&amp;nbsp;opinion&amp;nbsp;and as time passed the line grew darker. &amp;nbsp;I left the stick out in the bathroom where I could see it, I just couldn't believe that it was real and I worried that one time I would pass by and realize that I couldn't have&amp;nbsp;possibly&amp;nbsp;seen what I thought I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first doctors appointment a few weeks ago, the nurse did a routine ultra sound, I glanced up at the screen and immediately saw two&amp;nbsp;embryos&amp;nbsp;with two&amp;nbsp;placentas and asked, "Are there two in there?" The nurse looked at me and said "I can't say for sure but we are getting a doctor in here to confirm&amp;nbsp;wither&amp;nbsp;it's twins or not" While we waited for the doctor to come in, I asked if I could page my husband who was working at the hospital, she said I could but she didn't want me to tell him the news until he got in the room. &amp;nbsp;so I paged Cameron and when he called me I told him I was in one of the obgyn&amp;nbsp;patient&amp;nbsp;rooms and that he should come as soon as he could. &amp;nbsp;I didn't realize at the time that my call gave Cameron&amp;nbsp;approximately&amp;nbsp;8 minutes to think of the worse possible case scenarios of what could be wrong. and with his medical training and background the possibilities were endless. &amp;nbsp;Cameron came in after the doctor had left, looked at the screen and said, "oh good, it's just twins" we are of course so excited and feel twice as blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor explained that it's likely when I stopped ovulating because of Chemo that my hormones were still sending signals to my body to ovulate so when I finally did ovulate I produced 2 eggs rather then one. &amp;nbsp;I'm due September 25th. We are all so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-g3Wkm0-tLow/TX1nRS4mnWI/AAAAAAAAE70/zKHfj1PASwE/s1600/ultrasound+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-g3Wkm0-tLow/TX1nRS4mnWI/AAAAAAAAE70/zKHfj1PASwE/s320/ultrasound+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-8186760702077367320?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8186760702077367320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=8186760702077367320&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8186760702077367320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8186760702077367320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-g3Wkm0-tLow/TX1nRS4mnWI/AAAAAAAAE70/zKHfj1PASwE/s72-c/ultrasound+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-5817100149417939883</id><published>2011-02-20T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T07:11:53.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grantism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKAFwOK3kAY/TWEs9JjNpPI/AAAAAAAAE6E/-mxmIAgilow/s1600/IMG_9440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKAFwOK3kAY/TWEs9JjNpPI/AAAAAAAAE6E/-mxmIAgilow/s640/IMG_9440.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning out of nowhere Grant says, "when I get big I will be a Mommy just like you," Katelyn pipes in, "No you will be a daddy just like Daddy" to which Grant replied, "No, because Daddy's don't get treats" so I had to ask "are Mommies the only ones who get treats?" then Grant said "no, mommies don't get treats either, just kids, so I just want to be a kid"&lt;br /&gt;That does seem to be the way things work at our house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-5817100149417939883?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5817100149417939883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=5817100149417939883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/5817100149417939883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/5817100149417939883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/02/grantism.html' title='Grantism'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKAFwOK3kAY/TWEs9JjNpPI/AAAAAAAAE6E/-mxmIAgilow/s72-c/IMG_9440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-6612344669121066893</id><published>2011-02-13T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T18:02:16.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQA_qtzIQA0/TViLznDfYuI/AAAAAAAAE5o/efM_JLRZCnY/s1600/2011-01+217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQA_qtzIQA0/TViLznDfYuI/AAAAAAAAE5o/efM_JLRZCnY/s640/2011-01+217.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grandma Louise got a "kitten" for Christmas, it's more like a teenager then a kitten but it's still very cute and playful, &amp;nbsp;the kids love her, &amp;nbsp;in fact they couldn't leave her alone, the first thing they would ask upon waking in the morning is, "Where is Snickers?" Snickers was actually pretty&amp;nbsp;tolerant&amp;nbsp;of the kids and their "love" she didn't&amp;nbsp;scratch&amp;nbsp;or bite but she did spend a lot of time hiding under the couch when she heard them coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-6612344669121066893?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6612344669121066893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=6612344669121066893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/6612344669121066893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/6612344669121066893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/02/snickers.html' title='snickers'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQA_qtzIQA0/TViLznDfYuI/AAAAAAAAE5o/efM_JLRZCnY/s72-c/2011-01+217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-8573586840620928157</id><published>2011-02-13T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T17:53:41.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Skates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelyn got roller skates for Christmas this year, &amp;nbsp;she loves them most of the time and can now skate without falling sometimes. &amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;is to skate in the house on the carpet, and she has gotten pretty good at that. &amp;nbsp;the sidewalk still gives her a few bumps and&amp;nbsp;bruises&amp;nbsp;but she is&amp;nbsp;diligent&amp;nbsp;and gets herself back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q-s24fktXo/TVfrn1BsrEI/AAAAAAAAE5g/WflB1GKrJ9c/s1600/2011-01+160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q-s24fktXo/TVfrn1BsrEI/AAAAAAAAE5g/WflB1GKrJ9c/s640/2011-01+160.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TUYzhEzTmGI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/AzsaJHa8qZg/s1600/WP_000003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TUYzhEzTmGI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/AzsaJHa8qZg/s320/WP_000003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;During our very short visit to Tampa we got to&amp;nbsp;reconnect&amp;nbsp;with some good friends. &amp;nbsp;I didn't have my camera with me so this really is the best shot I have of that visit, taken on my phone. &amp;nbsp;we have a wonderful visit, even if it was much too short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-7823029989465925752?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7823029989465925752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=7823029989465925752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/7823029989465925752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/7823029989465925752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TUYzhEzTmGI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/AzsaJHa8qZg/s72-c/WP_000003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-8806861122402657615</id><published>2011-01-23T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T16:05:24.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raking Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTy7BvN9z-I/AAAAAAAAE3w/e0eLLJ5wYm8/s1600/2011-01+149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTy7BvN9z-I/AAAAAAAAE3w/e0eLLJ5wYm8/s640/2011-01+149.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The boys love raking the leaves, they would do it all day if they could but we&amp;nbsp;just&amp;nbsp;don't have that many leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTy7hZibI0I/AAAAAAAAE34/F-o1_PGPE8A/s1600/2011-01+162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTy7hZibI0I/AAAAAAAAE34/F-o1_PGPE8A/s640/2011-01+162.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dallin takes it very seriously, &amp;nbsp;he is careful to make sure each leaf is getting to the pile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTy7Pa1jAdI/AAAAAAAAE30/BG5L4vIYRKs/s1600/2011-01+155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTy7Pa1jAdI/AAAAAAAAE30/BG5L4vIYRKs/s640/2011-01+155.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grant thinks the point of having a pile of leaves is to jump in it and have fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTy-U5UfdqI/AAAAAAAAE4E/0Pk65S5HBjc/s1600/2011-01+167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTy-U5UfdqI/AAAAAAAAE4E/0Pk65S5HBjc/s640/2011-01+167.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-8806861122402657615?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8806861122402657615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=8806861122402657615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8806861122402657615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8806861122402657615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/raking-leaves.html' title='Raking Leaves'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTy7BvN9z-I/AAAAAAAAE3w/e0eLLJ5wYm8/s72-c/2011-01+149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-3101627376899240431</id><published>2011-01-17T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T18:26:08.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas on the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A trip to Florida always includes a day at the beach, and this trip was no exception. &amp;nbsp;We had a great time building sand castles and collecting sea shells with our cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTMaO5hhQdI/AAAAAAAAE3o/3hDaCUcRruI/s1600/2011-01+348.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTMaO5hhQdI/AAAAAAAAE3o/3hDaCUcRruI/s640/2011-01+348.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Most of our time was spent running back and forth to the ocean to collect the water to fill the mote for this massive creation.... it never did get filled, but we sure tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTMYyLvcrBI/AAAAAAAAE3g/oOcq0vp97Vc/s1600/2011-01+285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTMYyLvcrBI/AAAAAAAAE3g/oOcq0vp97Vc/s400/2011-01+285.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTMYrMqiO_I/AAAAAAAAE3c/JmDZcyp1Pxo/s1600/2011-01+233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTMYrMqiO_I/AAAAAAAAE3c/JmDZcyp1Pxo/s400/2011-01+233.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTMY4uR9axI/AAAAAAAAE3k/AsWaHsYPUi4/s1600/2011-01+293.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTMY4uR9axI/AAAAAAAAE3k/AsWaHsYPUi4/s640/2011-01+293.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Katelyn was in heaven because she had 4 girl cousins to play with... Lauren is her same age... added&amp;nbsp;bonus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/29225427-3101627376899240431?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3101627376899240431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=3101627376899240431&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3101627376899240431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3101627376899240431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-on-beach.html' title='Christmas on the Beach'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTMaO5hhQdI/AAAAAAAAE3o/3hDaCUcRruI/s72-c/2011-01+348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-5921271985112193052</id><published>2011-01-13T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T18:21:59.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Biz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wh869qTO75M/TViONlJ048I/AAAAAAAAE5s/aBh_mm5G6Xc/s1600/2011-01+094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wh869qTO75M/TViONlJ048I/AAAAAAAAE5s/aBh_mm5G6Xc/s640/2011-01+094.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelyn and Dallin were in a performance group called Kid Biz, they learned songs and dances and did&amp;nbsp;performances&amp;nbsp;throughout&amp;nbsp;the community, &amp;nbsp;they did a great job, Katelyn even had a solo and Dallin sang in a few small groups. We weren't sure how well our kids would do preforming in front of others, we have some pretty reserved genes in our family, but they did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlOKdS52e8o/TViOxjgP63I/AAAAAAAAE50/bUMiAM7dLco/s1600/2011-01+105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlOKdS52e8o/TViOxjgP63I/AAAAAAAAE50/bUMiAM7dLco/s640/2011-01+105.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelyn made a lot of friends, her favorite part was playing "Red Rover" after every practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyHFzExDZ6Q/TViPB_JJ85I/AAAAAAAAE54/AY_YxQtFTVI/s1600/2011-01+072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyHFzExDZ6Q/TViPB_JJ85I/AAAAAAAAE54/AY_YxQtFTVI/s640/2011-01+072.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dallin and Katelyn in all of their Kid Biz glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KDsF6NrObCs/TViPOljv98I/AAAAAAAAE58/lIMP7QB8juc/s1600/2011-01+073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KDsF6NrObCs/TViPOljv98I/AAAAAAAAE58/lIMP7QB8juc/s640/2011-01+073.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dallin, all smiles after a great&amp;nbsp;performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-5921271985112193052?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5921271985112193052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=5921271985112193052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/5921271985112193052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/5921271985112193052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/kid-biz.html' title='Kid Biz'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wh869qTO75M/TViONlJ048I/AAAAAAAAE5s/aBh_mm5G6Xc/s72-c/2011-01+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-8531731219796379882</id><published>2010-11-23T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T16:29:35.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTzC_jND2TI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/ZEglWrv11no/s1600/2011-01+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTzC_jND2TI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/ZEglWrv11no/s320/2011-01+011.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTzEmgbH3CI/AAAAAAAAE4o/rRYqCWLE3KA/s1600/2011-01+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTzEmgbH3CI/AAAAAAAAE4o/rRYqCWLE3KA/s320/2011-01+010.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelyn has been so excited to decorate the house she's been talking about it for weeks, but I'm one of those who like to wait until after Thanksgiving to decorate for Christmas, so the day after Thanksgiving Katelyn woke up early and danced around the house singing about Christmas. &amp;nbsp;she was so excited so the kids and I put up all the decorations while Cameron was a work. &amp;nbsp;I don't think he minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTzDd-9NUsI/AAAAAAAAE4Y/b7J3tQiV-7I/s1600/2011-01+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTzDd-9NUsI/AAAAAAAAE4Y/b7J3tQiV-7I/s400/2011-01+015.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTzDq5XiBcI/AAAAAAAAE4c/064ULbWLC4o/s1600/2011-01+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTzDq5XiBcI/AAAAAAAAE4c/064ULbWLC4o/s400/2011-01+016.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTzETv3131I/AAAAAAAAE4k/XyBwcboH_dM/s1600/2011-01+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTzETv3131I/AAAAAAAAE4k/XyBwcboH_dM/s640/2011-01+022.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had seen a friend do flowers on her tree and wanted to try it. Pretty huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-8531731219796379882?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8531731219796379882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=8531731219796379882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8531731219796379882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8531731219796379882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='it&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TTzC_jND2TI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/ZEglWrv11no/s72-c/2011-01+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-3899112211553691907</id><published>2010-11-22T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T13:02:17.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TOrVuOgcM1I/AAAAAAAAE1Y/0hQWZeeBtkg/s1600/IMG_2528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TOrVuOgcM1I/AAAAAAAAE1Y/0hQWZeeBtkg/s640/IMG_2528.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went with some friends this weekend and took turns taking each other's pictures, &amp;nbsp;they all turned out fine, but none of them turned out as amazing as I was&amp;nbsp;envisioning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TOrV9ZnlZaI/AAAAAAAAE1c/p6VjGEW6hxU/s1600/IMG_2565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TOrUltlPxPI/AAAAAAAAE1U/guK0WbbQjX8/s1600/IMG_2538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TOrUltlPxPI/AAAAAAAAE1U/guK0WbbQjX8/s400/IMG_2538.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TOrWJTTpKvI/AAAAAAAAE1g/llVGnRckkN4/s1600/IMG_2579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TOrWJTTpKvI/AAAAAAAAE1g/llVGnRckkN4/s400/IMG_2579.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was the best picture of Grant, &amp;nbsp;sadly, he was having a hard day and wasn't feeling all that well so this is as good as it gets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TOrWJTTpKvI/AAAAAAAAE1g/llVGnRckkN4/s1600/IMG_2579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TOrV9ZnlZaI/AAAAAAAAE1c/p6VjGEW6hxU/s1600/IMG_2565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TOrV9ZnlZaI/AAAAAAAAE1c/p6VjGEW6hxU/s320/IMG_2565.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelyn on the other hand was very&amp;nbsp;cooperative&amp;nbsp;and we got some cute ones of her and her missing tooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TOrXF6f4dRI/AAAAAAAAE1k/SHrOGWpVxIw/s1600/IMG_2448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TOrXF6f4dRI/AAAAAAAAE1k/SHrOGWpVxIw/s320/IMG_2448.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dallin wanted to touch everything, she it was hard to making him sit still long enough for a good shot, he loved the tree though. &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;think&amp;nbsp;he would still be sitting there if we let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TOrXfjjG0AI/AAAAAAAAE1o/q2RShcoX1fE/s1600/IMG_2455.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TOrXfjjG0AI/AAAAAAAAE1o/q2RShcoX1fE/s320/IMG_2455.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-3899112211553691907?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3899112211553691907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=3899112211553691907&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3899112211553691907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3899112211553691907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/11/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TOrVuOgcM1I/AAAAAAAAE1Y/0hQWZeeBtkg/s72-c/IMG_2528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-7735015478725136173</id><published>2010-11-02T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T18:14:39.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBMksXeyNI/AAAAAAAAE0A/PDc6AAOEIxM/s1600/IMG_2009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBMksXeyNI/AAAAAAAAE0A/PDc6AAOEIxM/s400/IMG_2009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went to the pumpkin patch again this year. &amp;nbsp;The kids had a great time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBM2O715DI/AAAAAAAAE0E/XTgM1Wz0Qqo/s1600/IMG_2015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBM2O715DI/AAAAAAAAE0E/XTgM1Wz0Qqo/s400/IMG_2015.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The only free thing to do is play on the Hay stack so we did a lot of that. I'm pretty sure that's their&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;thing anyway so I don't feel like I'm depriving them. &amp;nbsp;they love seeing how much hay they can dump on each other, and if there happens to be innocent&amp;nbsp;by standers... well they should have thought of that before they decided to chit chat near the hay stack....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBNNJUrcHI/AAAAAAAAE0I/7ZH6ooh4Y3w/s1600/IMG_2028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBNNJUrcHI/AAAAAAAAE0I/7ZH6ooh4Y3w/s400/IMG_2028.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNC3LwKoCNI/AAAAAAAAE04/_nNO4pY_xGs/s1600/IMG_2029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNC3LwKoCNI/AAAAAAAAE04/_nNO4pY_xGs/s400/IMG_2029.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBNcEkS2ZI/AAAAAAAAE0M/x2mJ8kvA5F0/s1600/IMG_2042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBNcEkS2ZI/AAAAAAAAE0M/x2mJ8kvA5F0/s400/IMG_2042.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBoElnV5WI/AAAAAAAAE00/KfblLBBWxsA/s1600/IMG_2050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBoElnV5WI/AAAAAAAAE00/KfblLBBWxsA/s640/IMG_2050.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we let the kids ride this train hooked up to a tractor. they were pretty excited about that, and who wouldn't be, &amp;nbsp;adults weren't&amp;nbsp;allowed&amp;nbsp;on this ride... not sure why not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBPNyfCGCI/AAAAAAAAE0U/NKUps1yCRfg/s1600/IMG_2070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBPNyfCGCI/AAAAAAAAE0U/NKUps1yCRfg/s640/IMG_2070.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;riding the pony's was a favorite, &amp;nbsp;they loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBWebOsQiI/AAAAAAAAE0s/Rzmssdy19To/s1600/IMG_2067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBWebOsQiI/AAAAAAAAE0s/Rzmssdy19To/s640/IMG_2067.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBW04RWMjI/AAAAAAAAE0w/ljmtw6Eap8k/s1600/IMG_2096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBW04RWMjI/AAAAAAAAE0w/ljmtw6Eap8k/s640/IMG_2096.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBQAcYLKXI/AAAAAAAAE0c/9Gp8ypDHuS4/s1600/IMG_2144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBQAcYLKXI/AAAAAAAAE0c/9Gp8ypDHuS4/s400/IMG_2144.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dallin and Grant love playing on the rock pile near the pony ride. Dallin and Grant bonked heads the &amp;nbsp;week before and Grant walked away unharmed while Dallin went to school the next day with a black eye, unwilling to tell the teacher how it happened. Thankfully I'm pretty involved at that school so they knew that it had to have been an accident.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBQQDqIo8I/AAAAAAAAE0g/d8XwH9nChaE/s1600/IMG_2147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBQQDqIo8I/AAAAAAAAE0g/d8XwH9nChaE/s400/IMG_2147.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBQ_ISvIXI/AAAAAAAAE0k/UHEqMjes8eg/s1600/IMG_2162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBQ_ISvIXI/AAAAAAAAE0k/UHEqMjes8eg/s400/IMG_2162.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Katelyn and one of her best friends Anna, &amp;nbsp;they sure love each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBRLirlzEI/AAAAAAAAE0o/1-L9ffLtc5k/s1600/IMG_2164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBRLirlzEI/AAAAAAAAE0o/1-L9ffLtc5k/s400/IMG_2164.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cameron found this water cooler at a garage sale and loves it, we take it everywhere, I'm not totally sure what he loves about it but he does, &amp;nbsp;I think it's kind of gross to have everyone drink out of the spout so we bring cups now whenever we take the blue water cooler anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-7735015478725136173?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7735015478725136173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=7735015478725136173&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/7735015478725136173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/7735015478725136173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/11/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin patch'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TNBMksXeyNI/AAAAAAAAE0A/PDc6AAOEIxM/s72-c/IMG_2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-5765741827132375635</id><published>2010-10-31T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T08:49:54.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSnf4oSuCdI/AAAAAAAAE14/g7bQnOszquY/s1600/IMG_2285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSnf4oSuCdI/AAAAAAAAE14/g7bQnOszquY/s400/IMG_2285.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love Halloween, well, the Fun part of Halloween, we try not to focus on the scary part. &amp;nbsp;This year I got a little lazy with the costumes and everyone wore something from our dress up box. Grant insisted on being a Ninja&amp;nbsp;Turtle, I had an adorable clown costume but he didn't want to have anything to do with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;it's been done before....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSnlLIOkoeI/AAAAAAAAE2A/M2k6ZumUi5A/s1600/100_5069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSnlLIOkoeI/AAAAAAAAE2A/M2k6ZumUi5A/s400/100_5069.JPG" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Halloween 2008, Don't I look so much better with eye lashes, eye brows and hair?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSnfcHtsLxI/AAAAAAAAE1w/JAM_ZrnSowQ/s1600/IMG_2301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSnfcHtsLxI/AAAAAAAAE1w/JAM_ZrnSowQ/s400/IMG_2301.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dallin insisted on being a green power ranger,&amp;nbsp;despite my efforts to get him to choose&amp;nbsp;ANYTHING&amp;nbsp;else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSnfph2NOqI/AAAAAAAAE10/QZVHSvYB3Nw/s1600/IMG_2275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSnfph2NOqI/AAAAAAAAE10/QZVHSvYB3Nw/s400/IMG_2275.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelyn was an adorable butterfly, &amp;nbsp;She looked great and had a fabulous time flapping around the&amp;nbsp;church&amp;nbsp;gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSngIAvC-jI/AAAAAAAAE18/BeSuIq8chwY/s1600/IMG_2292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSngIAvC-jI/AAAAAAAAE18/BeSuIq8chwY/s400/IMG_2292.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cameron was a classic nerd, &amp;nbsp;he plays the part well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/29225427-5765741827132375635?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5765741827132375635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=5765741827132375635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/5765741827132375635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/5765741827132375635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSnf4oSuCdI/AAAAAAAAE14/g7bQnOszquY/s72-c/IMG_2285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-1684852135894574529</id><published>2010-09-15T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T19:01:40.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am alive, I'm not sure what the deal is but I can't seem to blog and and live at the same time, &amp;nbsp;I thought I would have all this time once school started but&amp;nbsp;in fact&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;busier&amp;nbsp;then before not sure how that worked out. &lt;br /&gt;we are all doing well, Cameron is finally doing radiology and seems to like it so far, we love having him around a bit more , he works from 8am to 5pm&amp;nbsp;Monday&amp;nbsp;through Friday. &amp;nbsp;we love having him around in the evenings and on the weekends. &amp;nbsp;he wont get any call until January, because, frankly he doesn't know enough to be left alone. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Katelyn started Kindergarten and loves it. &amp;nbsp;last week she lost one of her top front teeth so she is official now. &amp;nbsp;she has an adorable smile. &amp;nbsp;she likes her teacher but doesn't have much to report on her day when being quizzed after school. &amp;nbsp;so currently the only thing I can get out of her is she like playing flush the toilet on the playground which I think&amp;nbsp;involves&amp;nbsp;sliding down the&amp;nbsp;twirling&amp;nbsp;slide and then running up the ladder to go down again as fast as she can, she plays with a few girls in her class... I;m pretty sure she didn't come up with that one on her own.&lt;br /&gt;Dallin is in preschool, he has the same teacher Katelyn had last year. &amp;nbsp;He is gone all day everyday and I have the same&amp;nbsp;internal&amp;nbsp;debate that I had last year with Katelyn, I hate that he is gone all day, but I love his teacher and he&amp;nbsp;absolutely&amp;nbsp;loves school, LOVES it. &amp;nbsp;and it's free, &amp;nbsp;but he's gone all day and I'm not ready for that yet. but he loves it. &amp;nbsp;he is super&amp;nbsp;obedient&amp;nbsp;at school. &amp;nbsp;they have a school rule that while walking in the halls they have a bubble and a&amp;nbsp;bear hug&amp;nbsp;meaning their arms are folded and they have their month is closed with their cheeks puffed out like they have a bubble in their mouth and even if&amp;nbsp;everyone&amp;nbsp;else in his class is goofing off he just&amp;nbsp;looks&amp;nbsp;straight&amp;nbsp;ahead with a bubble and a bear hug, and that's just the start, he is such a good kid, &amp;nbsp;I can't believe how big he is. &lt;br /&gt;Grant gets to hang out with me all day, &amp;nbsp;we do fun things like puzzles, visiting the sick and&amp;nbsp;afflicted, coloring,&amp;nbsp;more&amp;nbsp;puzzles, tons and tons of errands&amp;nbsp;he is so excited with the kids come home from school, he misses having them around. &amp;nbsp;he loves saying the prayer for every occasion even if someone else has already started praying, he jumps in and finishes it before they get the chance. &amp;nbsp;he is a funny boy.&lt;br /&gt;I am busy with RS stuff, &amp;nbsp;it's like a job, I had no idea how busy the Relief&amp;nbsp;Society&amp;nbsp;president was. &amp;nbsp;I don't think you can really know until you've been there. &amp;nbsp; if you have a RS president, give her a hug or send some flowers or something, she is likely putting in a lot of behind the scene hours. &amp;nbsp;I'm also trying to&amp;nbsp;get the house in order.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm trying to go room by room and redecorate or as is the case in most rooms, decorate, and then&amp;nbsp;organize. &amp;nbsp;I'm kind of stuck in the office, I've&amp;nbsp;succeeded&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;dumping&amp;nbsp;and sorting the huge bins of dress up clothes and stuffed animals but I&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;get them put away before the kids got home from school one day over a week ago and currently the entire room is covered in stuffed&amp;nbsp;animals, costumes and other random closet things. &amp;nbsp;the neat little stacks long since been completely demolished. &amp;nbsp;I haven't really done anything with it since.... thankfully we can close the door to that room when we need to.&lt;br /&gt;anyways life is good&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures but can't get them off of my camera so that will have to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-1684852135894574529?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1684852135894574529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=1684852135894574529&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1684852135894574529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1684852135894574529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-alive-im-not-sure-what-deal-is-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-745664432962634252</id><published>2010-08-20T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T08:09:27.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ice blocking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z5snuf__IkI/TWEwf__XZBI/AAAAAAAAE6I/A7CjLqdyslM/s1600/IMG_9395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z5snuf__IkI/TWEwf__XZBI/AAAAAAAAE6I/A7CjLqdyslM/s640/IMG_9395.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not sure who came up with ice blocking perhaps someone was bored one day, and thought I know, why don't I sit on a chunk of ice and ride it down a hill. however it happened, Katelyn is grateful that it did, she loved riding down a hill, high speed on a block of ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUxt-pejl6U/TWEw_U_fWqI/AAAAAAAAE6M/HMKPYu-b8dk/s1600/IMG_9397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUxt-pejl6U/TWEw_U_fWqI/AAAAAAAAE6M/HMKPYu-b8dk/s640/IMG_9397.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;most of the time she made it about half way then the ice would slide out from under her and she would chase it down the rest of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGh-ntyJzVs/TWExjKuy7cI/AAAAAAAAE6Q/jpxuV0x55Ro/s1600/IMG_9414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGh-ntyJzVs/TWExjKuy7cI/AAAAAAAAE6Q/jpxuV0x55Ro/s640/IMG_9414.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my Uncle Andy&amp;nbsp;contributed&amp;nbsp;these ice block seats, yes someone actually invented seats for this sport, &amp;nbsp;I kind of think it's cheating, what's the fun in ice blocking if you don't freeze your bum?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-745664432962634252?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/745664432962634252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=745664432962634252&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/745664432962634252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/745664432962634252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/08/ice-blocking.html' title='ice blocking'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z5snuf__IkI/TWEwf__XZBI/AAAAAAAAE6I/A7CjLqdyslM/s72-c/IMG_9395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-8057026800262885907</id><published>2010-08-03T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:01:43.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vveAvEK-N2E/TWE-vMinTBI/AAAAAAAAE6c/_KI8RBD7cas/s1600/IMG_9063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vveAvEK-N2E/TWE-vMinTBI/AAAAAAAAE6c/_KI8RBD7cas/s320/IMG_9063.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My sister Sarah came "home" from her Mission in August, &amp;nbsp;she served in the Salt Lake City Temple Square mission and will be living with Becky in Salt Lake until she goes out to BYUI in a few weeks. &amp;nbsp; we were all excited to see her and hang out with her before our Durtschi/Larsen Family reunion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(above my sisters Sarah and Becky)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mIMNA1Ps_rk/TWE-_h3D68I/AAAAAAAAE6g/KLmAirdugcE/s1600/IMG_9062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mIMNA1Ps_rk/TWE-_h3D68I/AAAAAAAAE6g/KLmAirdugcE/s320/IMG_9062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah and Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amJuZ02gK4c/TWFAtNADM-I/AAAAAAAAE6o/qIQspFGKfz0/s1600/IMG_9070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amJuZ02gK4c/TWFAtNADM-I/AAAAAAAAE6o/qIQspFGKfz0/s320/IMG_9070.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sarah and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LwhC3NbvzWE/TWFC9RLW7yI/AAAAAAAAE6w/DQvTKPbaz5g/s1600/IMG_9125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LwhC3NbvzWE/TWFC9RLW7yI/AAAAAAAAE6w/DQvTKPbaz5g/s320/IMG_9125.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;our&amp;nbsp;niece&amp;nbsp;Chris, she is Stephen's oldest daughter, and Sarah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cYAznWslKWw/TWFD9lavL-I/AAAAAAAAE7A/kCpUK806NhM/s1600/IMG_9115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cYAznWslKWw/TWFD9lavL-I/AAAAAAAAE7A/kCpUK806NhM/s320/IMG_9115.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our niece Katie she is also Stephens oldest daughter... yup twins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JsWtBBXQBfM/TWFDL2S0S5I/AAAAAAAAE60/ZRp_xuv_G6g/s1600/IMG_9127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JsWtBBXQBfM/TWFDL2S0S5I/AAAAAAAAE60/ZRp_xuv_G6g/s320/IMG_9127.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stephen, my brother, not sure what the face is all about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5qngAfrupks/TWFDtVla0kI/AAAAAAAAE68/oKksc8tIm2Y/s1600/IMG_9105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5qngAfrupks/TWFDtVla0kI/AAAAAAAAE68/oKksc8tIm2Y/s320/IMG_9105.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dallin holding his cousin Kimmy... or Abby... I've been told how to tell them apart but I can't remember. &amp;nbsp;but in any case she is one of David's twins... yup both of my brothers have twin girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_JKYb2ZYf4/TWHGb-gYT2I/AAAAAAAAE7E/dSTGzJZ_yns/s1600/IMG_9122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_JKYb2ZYf4/TWHGb-gYT2I/AAAAAAAAE7E/dSTGzJZ_yns/s320/IMG_9122.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jared, Stephen's son. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-igXWpOsiT8w/TWHHBZdPMZI/AAAAAAAAE7I/s-tK_BBQMPc/s1600/IMG_9128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-igXWpOsiT8w/TWHHBZdPMZI/AAAAAAAAE7I/s-tK_BBQMPc/s320/IMG_9128.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Melissa, David's beautiful wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x4faBttMBmo/TWHIClnNVuI/AAAAAAAAE7M/n0qTnfF4SlI/s1600/IMG_9071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x4faBttMBmo/TWHIClnNVuI/AAAAAAAAE7M/n0qTnfF4SlI/s320/IMG_9071.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Amy, my sister, she and I are 15 months apart, we did everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5krrqc1iHs/TWHIPjDV2lI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/WFhkEHuPszk/s1600/IMG_9079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5krrqc1iHs/TWHIPjDV2lI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/WFhkEHuPszk/s320/IMG_9079.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David's other daughter... or it could be the same one, like I said, I stink at telling &amp;nbsp;them apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ReLnrKg0-50/TWHJEKH8LhI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/iPR5EheZxDs/s1600/IMG_9108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ReLnrKg0-50/TWHJEKH8LhI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/iPR5EheZxDs/s320/IMG_9108.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;David, my brother, he is 2 years older then me and we did not get along as kids... we pretty much couldn't stand each other until he graduated from High School and then magically we decided the other wasn't so bad. and now we get along great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-8057026800262885907?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8057026800262885907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=8057026800262885907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8057026800262885907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8057026800262885907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/08/sarah-homecoming.html' title='Sarah Homecoming'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vveAvEK-N2E/TWE-vMinTBI/AAAAAAAAE6c/_KI8RBD7cas/s72-c/IMG_9063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-6627103348230523557</id><published>2010-07-09T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:18:31.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait a minute....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSprXYJ8XDI/AAAAAAAAE2U/KauKv_GpZ_Y/s1600/IMG_1452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSprXYJ8XDI/AAAAAAAAE2U/KauKv_GpZ_Y/s640/IMG_1452.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty sure this was Katelyn's idea, I asked the kids to get their jammies on and then went back to doing the dishes when I was done this is what I found... &amp;nbsp;it's funny how excited kids get to play a joke on us. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSpro9QGa3I/AAAAAAAAE2Y/If57TUH0b2I/s1600/IMG_1451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSpro9QGa3I/AAAAAAAAE2Y/If57TUH0b2I/s640/IMG_1451.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-6627103348230523557?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6627103348230523557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=6627103348230523557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/6627103348230523557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/6627103348230523557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/07/wait-minute.html' title='Wait a minute....'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSprXYJ8XDI/AAAAAAAAE2U/KauKv_GpZ_Y/s72-c/IMG_1452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-2271577572338938203</id><published>2010-06-30T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:57:10.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Stranded</title><content type='html'>11 months ago we bought a van, we got a "great" deal on it. the only problem is it doesn't actually work sometimes, those times being while I'm driving it. ok, not ALL the time we drive it but often enough. We have had to get the thing towed 4 times since we bought it and that doesn't take into account the problems we have had that don't require towing. Friday night Cameron and I went on a date, after dinner we got in the van&amp;nbsp;turned&amp;nbsp;the key... nothing... thankfully there was a battery and brakes type place&amp;nbsp;across&amp;nbsp;the parking lot so we walked over and asked if they could help, they got the car running we drove into the shop and found out that the alternator and battery are dead, we replace the battery and then the alternator which was still under&amp;nbsp;warranty&amp;nbsp;because we had it replaced less then a year ago. &amp;nbsp;The very next day I was&amp;nbsp;driving&amp;nbsp;to meet Cameron for lunch and &amp;nbsp; it&amp;nbsp;completely&amp;nbsp;shut off while I was driving in the parking lot, &amp;nbsp;there are a lot of ways this could have been much worse, I could have been driving on the freeway trying to get to the airport for example. &amp;nbsp;So needless to say we are currently looking for a new van.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-2271577572338938203?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2271577572338938203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=2271577572338938203&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/2271577572338938203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/2271577572338938203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/06/left-stranded.html' title='Left Stranded'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-2928651870410557024</id><published>2010-06-28T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:08:57.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Fishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSpOtVM7DrI/AAAAAAAAE2Q/rSO2hVLdjhc/s1600/IMG_1378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSpOtVM7DrI/AAAAAAAAE2Q/rSO2hVLdjhc/s640/IMG_1378.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you ever find yourself scrambling to move out of the way so you don't get&amp;nbsp;whacked&amp;nbsp;with a fishing pole while trying to keep a&amp;nbsp;hot dog&amp;nbsp;hooked to the end of a fishing line, you&amp;nbsp;might&amp;nbsp;be taking your kids fishing for the first time. that's what I found myself doing this&amp;nbsp;Saturday&amp;nbsp;as we attended the annual&amp;nbsp;children's&amp;nbsp;fishing competition. &amp;nbsp;they provided the fish, poles and bate, all I had to do is bring the children. &amp;nbsp;The kids loved it and had a great time. The family next to us&amp;nbsp;appeared&amp;nbsp;to be veterans and caught one fish after another. &amp;nbsp;But thankfully we didn't catch anything... I'm really not sure what to do with a dead fish. &amp;nbsp;We even won a prize at the&amp;nbsp;raffle, a new tackle box, complete with tackle. so now next time we go fishing, with Cameron hopefully, we will be all prepared with real looking fake bugs even.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSpOV3LTiBI/AAAAAAAAE2M/U0R2krcps2M/s1600/IMG_1385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSpOV3LTiBI/AAAAAAAAE2M/U0R2krcps2M/s400/IMG_1385.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSpOCFR_usI/AAAAAAAAE2I/PFGNMRAWZYk/s1600/IMG_1383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSpOCFR_usI/AAAAAAAAE2I/PFGNMRAWZYk/s400/IMG_1383.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-2928651870410557024?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2928651870410557024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=2928651870410557024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/2928651870410557024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/2928651870410557024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/06/gone-fishing.html' title='Gone Fishing'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSpOtVM7DrI/AAAAAAAAE2Q/rSO2hVLdjhc/s72-c/IMG_1378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-8196473624339440511</id><published>2010-06-27T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:55:05.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a happy Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSpuHA6qkgI/AAAAAAAAE2s/wzvUjAM43BE/s1600/IMG_1400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSpuHA6qkgI/AAAAAAAAE2s/wzvUjAM43BE/s640/IMG_1400.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;anyone who knows him can probably guess that Cameron is amazing. &amp;nbsp;As far as&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;children are concerned, he is the life of the party. &amp;nbsp;he's not one to stand back and do boring grown up stuff, no he had to be on the floor wrestling, tickling or rolling over&amp;nbsp;unsuspecting&amp;nbsp;children who are always a bit&amp;nbsp;surprised&amp;nbsp;to see a grown man act more like a child the an adult. &amp;nbsp;That's one of the many things we love about him. This year for Father's day each of the kids got to pick out what they thought was his favorite treat... or maybe they just picked their own favorite treat... &amp;nbsp;and I got him a waffle maker and stuff for the garden... not the best present... but hey I'm working on that. &lt;br /&gt;Cameron thank you for being a wonderful husband and father. &amp;nbsp;We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSptLs1A5WI/AAAAAAAAE2c/Rbe1c8ba8PM/s1600/IMG_1391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSptLs1A5WI/AAAAAAAAE2c/Rbe1c8ba8PM/s200/IMG_1391.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSptYrq808I/AAAAAAAAE2g/96YjddKJeOw/s1600/IMG_1394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSptYrq808I/AAAAAAAAE2g/96YjddKJeOw/s200/IMG_1394.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSptmoP7V6I/AAAAAAAAE2k/UOGM0Np3_S4/s1600/IMG_1396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSptmoP7V6I/AAAAAAAAE2k/UOGM0Np3_S4/s200/IMG_1396.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSpuViSJ_JI/AAAAAAAAE2w/2hYBBdoo1CM/s1600/IMG_1402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSpuViSJ_JI/AAAAAAAAE2w/2hYBBdoo1CM/s640/IMG_1402.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-8196473624339440511?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8196473624339440511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=8196473624339440511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8196473624339440511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8196473624339440511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-daddy.html' title='a happy Daddy'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TSpuHA6qkgI/AAAAAAAAE2s/wzvUjAM43BE/s72-c/IMG_1400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-520906207860271517</id><published>2010-06-18T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:09:45.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>making cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBw_sdw7FHI/AAAAAAAAExY/0T434Z98MRY/s1600/IMG_1250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBw_sdw7FHI/AAAAAAAAExY/0T434Z98MRY/s400/IMG_1250.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Katelyn and I make some pretty amazing sugar cookies if I do say so myself, the only problem is you can't just make 5 cookies, and the longer these cookies sit on the counter, taunting us, tempting us to take a bit, the harder it is to resist...&amp;nbsp;fortunately, we also love&amp;nbsp;delivering&amp;nbsp;cookies to unsuspecting families. sharing the love, and the calories...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBw_7ZGTQfI/AAAAAAAAExg/aIiGCdPoC18/s1600/IMG_1253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt8wyRjl7I/AAAAAAAAEvo/_TG5i9iB9LY/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt8wyRjl7I/AAAAAAAAEvo/_TG5i9iB9LY/s400/2010+01+Jan-April+230.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I never thought I would be much of a&amp;nbsp;gardener, as a child I remember one of the most dreaded chores was weeding the garden, I was never thrilled about the dirt, bugs or heat which put a damper on the whole gardening thing. . but I'll be honest, now that we have a house and a yard I was pretty excited to finally have a garden, and I get so much joy walking to check on the garden every morning, and every time &amp;nbsp;I can see a&amp;nbsp;noticeable&amp;nbsp;difference in the produce growing there. &amp;nbsp;it's so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt8_m3uXWI/AAAAAAAAEvw/VG2YlAPWdiM/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt8_m3uXWI/AAAAAAAAEvw/VG2YlAPWdiM/s400/2010+01+Jan-April+245.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we decided to start planting the first week of March while my mom was here helping out after my mastectomy. &amp;nbsp;the kids were thrilled to help plant the seeds and make cute markers for each type of plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt9ON2lH-I/AAAAAAAAEv4/vvxtO1BElwA/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt9ON2lH-I/AAAAAAAAEv4/vvxtO1BElwA/s400/2010+01+Jan-April+330.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a month later at Easter our plants were&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;to outgrow their little homes but we didn't have the ground ready to plant yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt-AKg_VmI/AAAAAAAAEwI/oSSc6IDavW0/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+559.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt-AKg_VmI/AAAAAAAAEwI/oSSc6IDavW0/s400/2010+01+Jan-April+559.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While I was away for a weekend with my old roommates Cameron transplanted the rose bushes that were&amp;nbsp;against&amp;nbsp;the back of our house. and that&amp;nbsp;began&amp;nbsp;the process of getting the ground ready for our plants that were quickly outgrowing their little pots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt9om5r6LI/AAAAAAAAEwA/LfFpJk0Qg30/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+634.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt-ZZXp7BI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/1u1WtL4K-Xo/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt-ZZXp7BI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/1u1WtL4K-Xo/s400/2010+01+Jan-April+557.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the hardest part of this was digging up the grass and breaking up the hard soil so it would be ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt-ZZXp7BI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/1u1WtL4K-Xo/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt9om5r6LI/AAAAAAAAEwA/LfFpJk0Qg30/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+634.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt9om5r6LI/AAAAAAAAEwA/LfFpJk0Qg30/s400/2010+01+Jan-April+634.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cameron put lawn clippings over the dirt to keep it from drying out as fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt-ZZXp7BI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/1u1WtL4K-Xo/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt-y4qhQ6I/AAAAAAAAEwY/nmA1i8PztYU/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt-y4qhQ6I/AAAAAAAAEwY/nmA1i8PztYU/s400/2010+01+Jan-April+615.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt-y4qhQ6I/AAAAAAAAEwY/nmA1i8PztYU/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt_AXCZj3I/AAAAAAAAEwg/ksIIM16KC0I/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+919.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt_AXCZj3I/AAAAAAAAEwg/ksIIM16KC0I/s640/2010+01+Jan-April+919.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The first week of May the plants had grown a considerable amount and our squashish plants even had big yellow flowers. and yes this is the best picture I have of it at this stage and yes Grant insisted on being center of attention in this shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt_ZxTzLvI/AAAAAAAAEwo/6Nly-e4JsR8/s1600/IMG_1304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt_ZxTzLvI/AAAAAAAAEwo/6Nly-e4JsR8/s400/IMG_1304.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;by the end of May everything was growing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt_ZxTzLvI/AAAAAAAAEwo/6Nly-e4JsR8/s1600/IMG_1304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt_5DbXVMI/AAAAAAAAEww/zUnT2OWCEXs/s1600/IMG_1305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt_5DbXVMI/AAAAAAAAEww/zUnT2OWCEXs/s400/IMG_1305.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt_5DbXVMI/AAAAAAAAEww/zUnT2OWCEXs/s1600/IMG_1305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBuAThWN8hI/AAAAAAAAEw4/WGdz-A8FqmU/s1600/IMG_1343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBuAThWN8hI/AAAAAAAAEw4/WGdz-A8FqmU/s320/IMG_1343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBuAtuwPVRI/AAAAAAAAExA/9ZdiVHTHqOI/s1600/IMG_1347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBuAtuwPVRI/AAAAAAAAExA/9ZdiVHTHqOI/s320/IMG_1347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These pictures were taken last week and our Garden is growing out of control, all of the vine type plants, watermelon,&amp;nbsp;cantaloupe, cucumber, and pumpkin have reached far&amp;nbsp;beyond&amp;nbsp;their roots and we have had to redirect their vines so that they didn't overtake all of our grass, our corn is taller then we are. &amp;nbsp;we also have&amp;nbsp;zucchini,&amp;nbsp;tomatoes, snap peas, pole bean,&amp;nbsp;Alaska&amp;nbsp;peas,&amp;nbsp;regular&amp;nbsp;peas, onions,&amp;nbsp;acorn&amp;nbsp;squash, butternut squash and basil. unfortunately&amp;nbsp;our corn and cantaloupe have had a bit of an aphid problem so they are struggling right now but everything else is doing beautifully. &amp;nbsp;I love having a garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBw3w8pJMlI/AAAAAAAAExI/VjSZSrx7v60/s1600/IMG_1344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBw3w8pJMlI/AAAAAAAAExI/VjSZSrx7v60/s400/IMG_1344.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out those watermelons, up until a week ago we thought that was our&amp;nbsp;cantaloupe&amp;nbsp;plant but then these little guys started&amp;nbsp;appearing, currently there are 5 watermelon growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBw4CwG6ZnI/AAAAAAAAExQ/7JSaQZNIQlQ/s1600/IMG_1345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBw4CwG6ZnI/AAAAAAAAExQ/7JSaQZNIQlQ/s400/IMG_1345.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;our corn is just about ready to harvest, we planted 18 plants and I think we will get about 18 corn, some have 2 ears but some don't have any, &amp;nbsp;the corn is in one of the more shaded locations so we think that could have been the problem, but the aphids didn't help much either. &amp;nbsp;oh well, we live and learn, &amp;nbsp;we still love our little garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-8112871264612800023?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8112871264612800023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=8112871264612800023&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8112871264612800023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8112871264612800023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/06/watching-our-garden-grow.html' title='Watching our Garden Grow'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBt8wyRjl7I/AAAAAAAAEvo/_TG5i9iB9LY/s72-c/2010+01+Jan-April+230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-2024988909853506978</id><published>2010-06-07T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:14:52.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Family....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TA2zLgfsdnI/AAAAAAAAEsc/ID75-z-k_dc/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+961.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TA2zLgfsdnI/AAAAAAAAEsc/ID75-z-k_dc/s400/2010+01+Jan-April+961.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On mother's day I decided I wanted a family picture while everyone was still in their church clothes so we headed out with our tripod and fumbled around with it for a while when our neighbor's daughters came out to take out the garbage, &amp;nbsp;they were in town for mother's day and one of them just happens to be a photographer. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;noticing&amp;nbsp;our&amp;nbsp;struggles&amp;nbsp;with the tripod she offered to take our picture. &amp;nbsp;sadly our kids don't seem to care who is &amp;nbsp;behind&amp;nbsp;the camera these days and this was the best shot. still a million times better then we would have gotten left to our own devices. &amp;nbsp;Thank you Neighbor's daughter who shall remain nameless... mostly because I don't think I ever caught her name in the first place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-2024988909853506978?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2024988909853506978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=2024988909853506978&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/2024988909853506978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/2024988909853506978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-are-family.html' title='We are Family....'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TA2zLgfsdnI/AAAAAAAAEsc/ID75-z-k_dc/s72-c/2010+01+Jan-April+961.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-322274658687715621</id><published>2010-06-07T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:01:27.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Really? has it been 3 months since I last posted?&amp;nbsp; so sorry about that.&amp;nbsp; we have been pretty busy these last three months. (I still can't believe it's been that long since I've posted)&amp;nbsp; I am the Relief Society president in my ward and have been since January, I like to think that I can still do all the things I use to do but as I'm writing this I have answered&amp;nbsp;4 RS related phone calls and gathered table decorations for a fruneral lunchon I'm hosting&amp;nbsp;tomorrow, it's late and I was tempted to go to bed after the 4th call but I know that if I don't finish tihs it will sit in the drafted posts for another 3 months or longer.&amp;nbsp; So here I am... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TA2oTDhRQsI/AAAAAAAAEsM/b1j8jId-cNI/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TA2oTDhRQsI/AAAAAAAAEsM/b1j8jId-cNI/s400/2010+01+Jan-April+600.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Katelyn "Graduated" from preschool last week.&amp;nbsp; she has LOVED it and besides the lice she has brought home, not once but twice...&amp;nbsp; I have enjoyed watching her expirence school.&amp;nbsp; she is home now and we abslutely love having her around,&amp;nbsp; she and Dallin play constantly together, they love being together.&amp;nbsp; Grant gets to tag along most of the time but he's always the "baby" or the "puppy" in their games so he doesn't have much of a staring roll, but&amp;nbsp; I think for now he perfers it that way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SHe has had two visits from the tooth fairy but that's for another post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TA2ofQ6ZcmI/AAAAAAAAEsU/xPsLgfuoJ40/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TA2ofQ6ZcmI/AAAAAAAAEsU/xPsLgfuoJ40/s400/2010+01+Jan-April+605.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Dallin is our little comidian,&amp;nbsp; he loves making faces, silly noises, falling and ocasionally bonking his head to make people laugh, which may be suprising to those we meet while we're out and about because he wont even look at&amp;nbsp;people let alone say hello.&amp;nbsp; He likes to askes lots and lots of questions, he wants to know why everything is the way it is. tonight during family night he asked "Why did God put ants on the earth if they bit us and hurt us?"&amp;nbsp; He is convinced that we are going to have another baby soon and is constantly talking about "when we have our baby this and when we have our baby that,&amp;nbsp; I've explained to him countless times that mommy doesn't have a baby growing inside her yet,&amp;nbsp; this of course leads to all sorts of questions about how babies get in their mommy's tummys in the first place... fun times....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TA2n87NqqLI/AAAAAAAAEsE/TifU2rAzHQo/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+599.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TA2n87NqqLI/AAAAAAAAEsE/TifU2rAzHQo/s400/2010+01+Jan-April+599.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Grant is gets cuter evreyday.&amp;nbsp; He still hauls his blanket and two puppies around everywhere he goes and likes to show off his two front teeth.&amp;nbsp; He is simply the sweetest little boy.&amp;nbsp; don't get me wrong he denfinately has his two-amd-a-half-year-old moments, but he is always the first to cuddle me and say, "I yove you mommy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;he loves saying the prayer every chance he gets and if ever someone else starts saying the prayer he quickly rushes to say it before the other person can finsh... not one of his most reverent habbits but we still love him. He is growing way, way too fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/29225427-322274658687715621?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/322274658687715621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=322274658687715621&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/322274658687715621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/322274658687715621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-months.html' title='3 months?'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TA2oTDhRQsI/AAAAAAAAEsM/b1j8jId-cNI/s72-c/2010+01+Jan-April+600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-7659427647172956824</id><published>2010-05-30T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:37:11.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katelyn'/><title type='text'>Pre-K Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxDnnU_OoI/AAAAAAAAExo/1zw13Bvb2ig/s1600/IMG_1272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxDnnU_OoI/AAAAAAAAExo/1zw13Bvb2ig/s400/IMG_1272.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;graduating from preschool has become a pretty big deal complete with caps and gowns and the whole 9 yards. &amp;nbsp; I can remember in&amp;nbsp;kindergarten&amp;nbsp;making a cap out of cardboard and black construction paper and we thought that was pretty cool. Times have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxD4KzlWbI/AAAAAAAAExw/ic_W2WtPAbg/s1600/IMG_1276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxD4KzlWbI/AAAAAAAAExw/ic_W2WtPAbg/s400/IMG_1276.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Katelyn meeting her teacher, Miss&amp;nbsp;McDaniel&amp;nbsp;and the principal Ms Coppin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxD4KzlWbI/AAAAAAAAExw/ic_W2WtPAbg/s1600/IMG_1276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxEJVmWdPI/AAAAAAAAEx4/zO0HN0nVbco/s1600/IMG_1278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxEJVmWdPI/AAAAAAAAEx4/zO0HN0nVbco/s400/IMG_1278.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the photo shoot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxEbEk9WpI/AAAAAAAAEyA/hTblayVBXbM/s1600/IMG_1283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxEbEk9WpI/AAAAAAAAEyA/hTblayVBXbM/s400/IMG_1283.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are two classes in this shot, no Katelyn did not have all those kids in her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxE1wOwykI/AAAAAAAAEyI/RhPOwmiBNQo/s1600/IMG_1284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxE1wOwykI/AAAAAAAAEyI/RhPOwmiBNQo/s400/IMG_1284.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At the end there were refreshments in the gym for the families and many of her class mate got presents from their families, Katelyn asked why we hadn't gotten her a present. and I told her, "it's fun to celebrate all the fun times we had in preschool but you still get to go to school for a long time and sometimes we don't get presents &amp;nbsp;for everything we do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxFZGCKGNI/AAAAAAAAEyY/Kxslppj8J1w/s1600/IMG_1286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxFZGCKGNI/AAAAAAAAEyY/Kxslppj8J1w/s400/IMG_1286.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Katelyn and Miss&amp;nbsp;McDaniel, I have loved Miss&amp;nbsp;McDaniel&amp;nbsp;she is such an amazing teacher, Dallin is looking forward to having her next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-7659427647172956824?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7659427647172956824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=7659427647172956824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/7659427647172956824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/7659427647172956824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/06/pre-k-graduation.html' title='Pre-K Graduation'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxDnnU_OoI/AAAAAAAAExo/1zw13Bvb2ig/s72-c/IMG_1272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-5675107658624244074</id><published>2010-05-30T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:59:07.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyard Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxFGC7rJEI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/1xj9o49rB3Q/s1600/IMG_1312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxFGC7rJEI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/1xj9o49rB3Q/s400/IMG_1312.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We've been meaning to take the kids camping for a while, but it hasn't happened, it's too hot, too cold Cameron has to work, we have to wake up early.. we have a million excuses. on&amp;nbsp;Memorial&amp;nbsp;day we put all excuses aside and set up the tent in the back yard, The kids were so excited they could hardly stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxFm0KepGI/AAAAAAAAEyg/ZG_z0rv79oc/s1600/IMG_1314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxFm0KepGI/AAAAAAAAEyg/ZG_z0rv79oc/s400/IMG_1314.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cameron made a fire in his little&amp;nbsp;barbecuer and the kids&amp;nbsp;roasted&amp;nbsp;marshmallows on metal hangers, unhinged and sanitized of course.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxG7WvegpI/AAAAAAAAEzI/_79sbzHguhw/s1600/IMG_1334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxG7WvegpI/AAAAAAAAEzI/_79sbzHguhw/s400/IMG_1334.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxF31P9C9I/AAAAAAAAEyo/-L8-XXc0WmQ/s200/IMG_1317.JPG" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxF31P9C9I/AAAAAAAAEyo/-L8-XXc0WmQ/s1600/IMG_1317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxF31P9C9I/AAAAAAAAEyo/-L8-XXc0WmQ/s1600/IMG_1317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once it got dark we tried catching fireflies but the&amp;nbsp;mosquitoes&amp;nbsp;were better at catching us so we retreated to the tent where the kids played with their flashlights and the parents lamented the lack of airflow on a humid night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant had an especially difficult time settling down so finally at 10pm I took him inside to sleep in the house, he walked to the kitchen and tried making himself comfortable on the kitchen floor, before long I was able to convince him to sleep on the&amp;nbsp;living room&amp;nbsp;floor but it did take some persuasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelyn&amp;nbsp;soon followed us in and&amp;nbsp;insisted&amp;nbsp;on being my cuddle buddy in my bed. &amp;nbsp;and cuddle she did, as I tried to move away and have some space she cuddled even closer. I came close to falling off the bed a few times, &amp;nbsp;now i know what my sisters felt like, they did not enjoy sharing a bed with me because I tended to do the exact same thing and they were either left squished against the wall or hanging off the side of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallin slept great out in the tent, Cameron on the other hand didn't get much sleep to speak of but he stuck it out and made it until morning. &amp;nbsp;what a trooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxGaw1bYQI/AAAAAAAAEy4/QIWtXiRKOso/s1600/IMG_1327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxGaw1bYQI/AAAAAAAAEy4/QIWtXiRKOso/s400/IMG_1327.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-5675107658624244074?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5675107658624244074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=5675107658624244074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/5675107658624244074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/5675107658624244074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/05/backyard-camping.html' title='Backyard Camping'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBxFGC7rJEI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/1xj9o49rB3Q/s72-c/IMG_1312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-1203669785190159206</id><published>2010-05-30T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:39:23.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBV9Y9ZTeGI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/UJ6zP2DQywg/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+936.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBV9Y9ZTeGI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/UJ6zP2DQywg/s400/2010+01+Jan-April+936.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This mother's day was a bit different then mother's days in the past. &amp;nbsp;Cameron and the children picked me wild flowers from a near by field. &amp;nbsp;I had forgotten about wildflowers, Florida doesn't have wild flowers at least not south west Florida. &amp;nbsp;the day started out a bit rough, I got up&amp;nbsp;early&amp;nbsp;to make some last minute&amp;nbsp;preparations&amp;nbsp;for our special mother's day lunch for the RS sisters. It was a lunch/ visiting teaching&amp;nbsp;conference. The kids soon woke up crying wanting their breakfast, I went to work getting each one what they wanted, Grant needed the blue bowl, Dallin had to settle for the blue spoon and Katelyn was content with the yellow bowl but only if she could have the yellow spoon too, which of course was dirty, &amp;nbsp;nothing a little soap and water can't fix. &amp;nbsp;as soon as everything calmed down Cameron came out of the room apologizing&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;he had forgotten it was mother's day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The rest of the day was busy. &amp;nbsp;during&amp;nbsp;Sunday&amp;nbsp;school my presidency set up the lunch and served up each plate, we planned for 65 sisters and we had close to that many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBV9Y9ZTeGI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/UJ6zP2DQywg/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+936.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBV-hNCt-nI/AAAAAAAAEuw/zO7GviKd5z4/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+940.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBV-hNCt-nI/AAAAAAAAEuw/zO7GviKd5z4/s400/2010+01+Jan-April+940.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Randi, on the left in blue is my 2nd&amp;nbsp;councilor, and Sarah,&amp;nbsp;across&amp;nbsp;from her in black and white is my sectary, Donna, below on the right, in blue is my 1st&amp;nbsp;councilor. I&amp;nbsp;would be completely&amp;nbsp;dysfunctional&amp;nbsp;without them. &amp;nbsp;they are the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBV9Y9ZTeGI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/UJ6zP2DQywg/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+936.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBV9suDN4-I/AAAAAAAAEuY/FHzg4fiVrtM/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+939.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBV9suDN4-I/AAAAAAAAEuY/FHzg4fiVrtM/s400/2010+01+Jan-April+939.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBWEB5DHIhI/AAAAAAAAEvA/40n5ydl1nd8/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+943.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBWEB5DHIhI/AAAAAAAAEvA/40n5ydl1nd8/s400/2010+01+Jan-April+943.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The 3 blonds in this picture make up most of the primary presidency, &amp;nbsp;they are fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBV-AE4tL_I/AAAAAAAAEug/6St7vSrXgKU/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+945.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBV-AE4tL_I/AAAAAAAAEug/6St7vSrXgKU/s400/2010+01+Jan-April+945.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;doesn't it look like they are having fun? &amp;nbsp;and who wouldn't getting to eat an amazing lunch instead of teaching or going to class. while the guy take over the responsibilities of nursery and primary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBV-AE4tL_I/AAAAAAAAEug/6St7vSrXgKU/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+945.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBV-Rhj9OeI/AAAAAAAAEuo/7ZVljb2-fOg/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBV-Rhj9OeI/AAAAAAAAEuo/7ZVljb2-fOg/s400/2010+01+Jan-April+942.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ok so these aren't the most flattering of pictures, it was a quick snap and not very well thought out, I'll do better next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBV-v3brbvI/AAAAAAAAEu4/h3L6iRhERzc/s1600/2010+01+Jan-April+941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBV-v3brbvI/AAAAAAAAEu4/h3L6iRhERzc/s400/2010+01+Jan-April+941.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/29225427-1203669785190159206?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1203669785190159206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=1203669785190159206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1203669785190159206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1203669785190159206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/TBV9Y9ZTeGI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/UJ6zP2DQywg/s72-c/2010+01+Jan-April+936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-5700256291113647724</id><published>2010-03-17T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T07:02:08.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisabeth life'/><title type='text'>so much to do, so little time...</title><content type='html'>I'm in a quandrey. &amp;nbsp;yesterday I read about one of my friends who is doing this thing where she takes a picture everyday for a year. &amp;nbsp;That inspired me. &amp;nbsp;I love photography and it's something I think I could be good at if I spent more time doing it, &amp;nbsp;this is contray to the believe of my children who think I already spend pletny of time behind the camera I would just like to remind them that I wouldn't need to spend so much time if my subjects were more cooperative. &lt;br /&gt;I've also just finished reading an email of another friend who wants to join the NaNoWriMo which involves writeing a 50,000 word novel in one month, the month of November to be exact. &amp;nbsp;this also intregues me because I've been thinking of writing a book for some time now and why not do it now? &amp;nbsp;I was thinking of writing something more along the lines of a parenting book or how to get through cancer treatments with a smile on your face, but I could somehow work that into a novel right?&lt;br /&gt;I also want to finish Dallin's and Grant's baby books before they are teenagers, Katelyn was born during my scrapbooking days so she has an adorable scrapbook but the boys weren't so lucky so they will have to settle &amp;nbsp;with a photo book.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also starting this thing with the family where we study different cultures around the world and every month we will find out fun facts and make food from that country and celebrate any holidays they may have. I'm really excited about this, and I think it's something my kids will really enjoy too.&lt;br /&gt;we also had a lesson about family history today and I would like to spend more time doing that.&lt;br /&gt;so with so many fun things to do, what do I choose? Anyone who knows me, knows I will probably choose all of them, I will think, analize, make lists and plan and then actually do none of them, not because I don't want to but because that's just too much to add to my already full life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-5700256291113647724?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5700256291113647724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=5700256291113647724&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/5700256291113647724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/5700256291113647724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='so much to do, so little time...'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-4222961066939758193</id><published>2010-03-07T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T07:22:33.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All is Well</title><content type='html'>my&amp;nbsp;Surgery&amp;nbsp;went well, &amp;nbsp;I feel more sore and tired then I remember feeling last time but over all I feel ok. &amp;nbsp;my actual&amp;nbsp;surgery&amp;nbsp;didn't start until 4pm and I was starving! &amp;nbsp;you have to have an empty stomach for t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;he&amp;nbsp;anesthesia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;you're not suppose to eat past midnight the night before which is fine when you have&amp;nbsp;surgery&amp;nbsp;at 7am, you almost don't even notice. &amp;nbsp;but when you're surgery isn't until 4pm, that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me a while to wake up from the anesthesia, &amp;nbsp;it always does, &amp;nbsp;When I was finally taken up to my room, Cameron was so sweet and had gotten me food from Whataburger because he knew how&amp;nbsp;hunger&amp;nbsp;I was but I couldn't eat, &amp;nbsp;I tried but it made me feel sick. so he ate both his and mine... what a sacrificer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Cameron brought the kids to the hospital to visit and they were pretty concerned to see my IV, in fact they didn't want to come anywhere near me. &amp;nbsp;they had a great time making my bed go up and down and once I got off it they enjoyed climbing up and making themselves go up and down. as long as I wasn't too close to them.&amp;nbsp;They are also a bit grossed out by my drain... but let's be honest, who isn't? They gave me a different kind of drain that's much bigger and has extra long tubing so I have to be careful it&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;get caught on anything. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at home now, resting and recovering, &amp;nbsp;I truly appreciate how wonderful everyone has been to me and my family, &amp;nbsp;I feel so blessed to have so many people concerned for me and ready to jump in and help whenever possible. &amp;nbsp;Thank you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-4222961066939758193?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4222961066939758193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=4222961066939758193&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/4222961066939758193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/4222961066939758193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-is-well.html' title='All is Well'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-6391619741994559054</id><published>2010-03-04T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:14:55.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mastectomy Round II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm gearing up for my second mastectomy, why you might ask? because it reduces my risk of getting breast cancer on the right side by like 95% and I would like to see my kids grow up. &amp;nbsp;plus I would love to have more kids and I can't imagine how awful it would be to get&amp;nbsp;pregnant&amp;nbsp;and then find out I have breast cancer again. &amp;nbsp;so tonight I find myself making last minute babysitting&amp;nbsp;arrangements&amp;nbsp;with a knot in my stomach, &amp;nbsp;I know everything will be fine but I can't help having a few unsettled nerves&amp;nbsp;before my surgery on Friday. &amp;nbsp;I don't remember my first mastectomy being too bad but I haven't decided if that's because I was so drugged up on pain killers that I just don't remember or if its because it was so soon after I finished&amp;nbsp;chemotherapy&amp;nbsp;that my brain cells hadn't recovered yet and there is a laps in my memory &amp;nbsp; or if nothing seems that bad when you've been thought what I've been through. or if it really wasn't that bad... it's hard to say. I guess I'll find out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-6391619741994559054?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6391619741994559054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=6391619741994559054&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/6391619741994559054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/6391619741994559054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/03/mastectomy-round-ii.html' title='Mastectomy Round II'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-2621461067186133853</id><published>2010-02-13T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T15:31:03.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Texas Rodeo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3cz81ndf0I/AAAAAAAAEog/sWEDoeW62rw/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3cz81ndf0I/AAAAAAAAEog/sWEDoeW62rw/s400/IMG_0092.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Katelyn's Preschool had field trip to the&amp;nbsp;Rodeo, &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;volunteered&amp;nbsp;to help supervise... I don't think what I did could be classified as help though, Dallin, Grant and Reagan made sure I was too busy to pay much attention to &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;anything else going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3czxkcrCKI/AAAAAAAAEoY/9JbYyTGM7Y4/s1600-h/IMG_0089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3czxkcrCKI/AAAAAAAAEoY/9JbYyTGM7Y4/s400/IMG_0089.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dallin and Grants Favorite part was watching the cowboys and cowgirls ride around the rink before the show started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3c0IZBck8I/AAAAAAAAEoo/wu6yP9K0H10/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3c0IZBck8I/AAAAAAAAEoo/wu6yP9K0H10/s400/IMG_0091.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and this would be why we don't have more pictures of this great event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-2621461067186133853?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2621461067186133853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=2621461067186133853&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/2621461067186133853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/2621461067186133853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-first-texas-rodeo.html' title='Our First Texas Rodeo'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3cz81ndf0I/AAAAAAAAEog/sWEDoeW62rw/s72-c/IMG_0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-5587215456258864324</id><published>2010-02-13T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T15:13:40.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs to go Potty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3cvb3C0EEI/AAAAAAAAEoI/myKDXjgPSoQ/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3cvb3C0EEI/AAAAAAAAEoI/myKDXjgPSoQ/s640/IMG_0099.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grant has been training "Big Ruff Ruff" to go potty. &amp;nbsp;Really, anything that can be carried to the bathroom is considered potty trainable at our house. &lt;br /&gt;Grant for the most part has stopped having accidents but if ever we catch him doing the potty dance, you know the one, where they wiggle and squirm because they obviously need to go but wont, we always suggest that perhaps his best friend Ruff Ruff needs to go and without hesitation he runs to the potty, helps Ruff Ruff do his business tells him good job as he tosses him aside and &amp;nbsp;grabs the next victim until they've all had a turn then Grant says, "Grant's turn," he goes and there are smiles all around... Thank goodness Ruff Ruff needs to go so often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3cvr0FCcNI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/ZWsQ9IXqYUs/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3cvr0FCcNI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/ZWsQ9IXqYUs/s640/IMG_0104.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-5587215456258864324?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5587215456258864324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=5587215456258864324&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/5587215456258864324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/5587215456258864324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-needs-to-go-potty.html' title='Who needs to go Potty?'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3cvb3C0EEI/AAAAAAAAEoI/myKDXjgPSoQ/s72-c/IMG_0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-3518734256711596382</id><published>2010-02-13T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T14:54:59.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Reagan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3cjUxfUFBI/AAAAAAAAEnw/v6eZTafey_M/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3cjUxfUFBI/AAAAAAAAEnw/v6eZTafey_M/s400/IMG_0106.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know what you're thinking, "I don't remember Elisabeth mentioning that she was having a baby... where have I been," I get that a lot. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if it makes you feel better, she's not actually mine, but I get to hang out with her during the day while her mom saves lives... or whatever&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;anesthesia&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; residents do. As a teacher, her dad is also saving lives, one high school student at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3cn_QmAzeI/AAAAAAAAEn4/Qqxfa00cjkE/s1600-h/IMG_0094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3cn_QmAzeI/AAAAAAAAEn4/Qqxfa00cjkE/s400/IMG_0094.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Katelyn loves having a little baby in the house&amp;nbsp;unfortunately&amp;nbsp;most days Reagan is gone before Katelyn comes home on the bus, but on those rare&amp;nbsp;occasions&amp;nbsp;when Reagan is still around Katelyn loves feeding and playing with her. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3coQODQlEI/AAAAAAAAEoA/GqOBtEBiOpY/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3coQODQlEI/AAAAAAAAEoA/GqOBtEBiOpY/s400/IMG_0097.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dallin has proven himself over and over again as a "big Brother" &amp;nbsp;he especially loves it when Reagan has tummy time, &amp;nbsp;he gets right down there with her making faces and keeping her content. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a bit harder then I thought to take care of another child but now that we have been doing it for 3 weeks it's gotten easier... and harder, but not because of Reagan, harder because 2 weeks ago I was called as the Relief Society President... What! &amp;nbsp;someone has a lot of confidence in my abilities... personally, I'm still in shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-3518734256711596382?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3518734256711596382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=3518734256711596382&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3518734256711596382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3518734256711596382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/02/meet-reagan.html' title='Meet Reagan'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3cjUxfUFBI/AAAAAAAAEnw/v6eZTafey_M/s72-c/IMG_0106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-8485159698647883453</id><published>2010-02-13T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T14:08:07.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3caox4eg1I/AAAAAAAAEnI/uXZyz7n9Jys/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3caox4eg1I/AAAAAAAAEnI/uXZyz7n9Jys/s640/IMG_0076.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;in a fit of creative that come when the TV is finally turned off Dallin decided to make a bed out of the&amp;nbsp;under-bed&amp;nbsp;storage&amp;nbsp;bin left under Grant's crib, Katelyn came home from school and LOVED it! &amp;nbsp;Grant wasn't about to be left out of the fun and due to my random&amp;nbsp;spurts&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;organization&amp;nbsp;frenzies&amp;nbsp;we happened to have 3 empty bins &amp;nbsp;just for such an occasion. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3ca5Dtw16I/AAAAAAAAEnQ/l_1CsV60pLY/s1600-h/IMG_0082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3ca5Dtw16I/AAAAAAAAEnQ/l_1CsV60pLY/s200/IMG_0082.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3cbd0TX_NI/AAAAAAAAEng/vRsNNjs5awk/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3cbd0TX_NI/AAAAAAAAEng/vRsNNjs5awk/s200/IMG_0078.JPG" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3cbyTno-7I/AAAAAAAAEno/MtwSWfxgw14/s1600-h/IMG_0084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3cbyTno-7I/AAAAAAAAEno/MtwSWfxgw14/s200/IMG_0084.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;in case&amp;nbsp;you are wondering Grant is the only one who actually fits in the bin but when I suggested that they might not be comfortable sleeping in their "beds" because they were too small they showed me that yes indeed if they slept curled up in their sides they could fit. &amp;nbsp;so we let them sleep in their new "beds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3cbMQpPFmI/AAAAAAAAEnY/R23NWsNomm4/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3cbMQpPFmI/AAAAAAAAEnY/R23NWsNomm4/s640/IMG_0085.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and sleep they did... funny kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-8485159698647883453?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8485159698647883453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=8485159698647883453&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8485159698647883453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/8485159698647883453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-fit-of-creative-that-come-when-tv-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S3caox4eg1I/AAAAAAAAEnI/uXZyz7n9Jys/s72-c/IMG_0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-4729948784297016836</id><published>2010-01-13T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:58:24.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Favorite Pastime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06jFL8PtRI/AAAAAAAAEbw/TD7JT8V3ir4/s1600-h/IMG_1598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06jFL8PtRI/AAAAAAAAEbw/TD7JT8V3ir4/s400/IMG_1598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;on a windy day in December, the kids discovered the thrill of watching the leaves race by our house while remaining in the comfort of our home. &amp;nbsp;Does life get more entertaining then that?&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/29225427-4729948784297016836?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4729948784297016836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=4729948784297016836&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/4729948784297016836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/4729948784297016836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-favorite-pastime.html' title='A New Favorite Pastime'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06jFL8PtRI/AAAAAAAAEbw/TD7JT8V3ir4/s72-c/IMG_1598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-9054089393744722228</id><published>2010-01-13T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:49:06.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grass is Always Greener...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06goIcEfjI/AAAAAAAAEbo/rCKYOkNHwQM/s1600-h/IMG_1586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06goIcEfjI/AAAAAAAAEbo/rCKYOkNHwQM/s400/IMG_1586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Katelyn's first official Christmas break had a bit of a rough start, she spent the first 3 days laying on the couch drifting in and out of&amp;nbsp;consciousness. &amp;nbsp;Ear infections. when at last we took her to the doctor to get some antibiotics her first comment upon stepping outdoors was, mom, why did our grass turn to hay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06ghVTGGXI/AAAAAAAAEbg/CsJc3iB8jxE/s1600-h/IMG_1622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06ghVTGGXI/AAAAAAAAEbg/CsJc3iB8jxE/s400/IMG_1622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;an eye opener for someone who has spent a lot of time in Florida, where the grass never turn brown, or yellow for that matter.&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/29225427-9054089393744722228?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/9054089393744722228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=9054089393744722228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/9054089393744722228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/9054089393744722228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/01/grass-is-always-greener.html' title='The Grass is Always Greener...'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06goIcEfjI/AAAAAAAAEbo/rCKYOkNHwQM/s72-c/IMG_1586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-7904909801457512442</id><published>2010-01-13T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:51:13.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mischief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When a &amp;nbsp;two year old lives in your house and you find yourself with time to sit down and read without&amp;nbsp;urgent&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;tugging accompanied by a jumble of incohearent words, you know something is afoot. and even if you would like to embrace those quite moments of solitude something in the back of your mind is flashing red warning lights and it's usually best to go check on said two-year-old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;before flour is spread&amp;nbsp;throughout the entire house and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06Zt_1F59I/AAAAAAAAEbI/2BWskNgfhQc/s1600-h/IMG_1574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06Zt_1F59I/AAAAAAAAEbI/2BWskNgfhQc/s640/IMG_1574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It could have been worse... much, much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06Z9wpYSjI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/zI3z4hW4YQs/s1600-h/IMG_1577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06Z9wpYSjI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/zI3z4hW4YQs/s640/IMG_1577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Clearly he is feeling the remorse.&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/29225427-7904909801457512442?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7904909801457512442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=7904909801457512442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/7904909801457512442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/7904909801457512442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/01/mischief.html' title='Mischief'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06Zt_1F59I/AAAAAAAAEbI/2BWskNgfhQc/s72-c/IMG_1574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-1228522532006896069</id><published>2010-01-13T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:03:39.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dallin's many identies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dallin has become quite the&amp;nbsp;chameleon he is constantly changing into some kind of costume depending on his mood. &amp;nbsp;his current favorite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06WYC3Jm8I/AAAAAAAAEbA/bfVuljB6rRA/s1600-h/IMG_1691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06Vy05okKI/AAAAAAAAEaw/yg5I7PhAAWk/s1600-h/IMG_1688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06Vy05okKI/AAAAAAAAEaw/yg5I7PhAAWk/s400/IMG_1688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06WYC3Jm8I/AAAAAAAAEbA/bfVuljB6rRA/s400/IMG_1691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Black G.I. Joe guy meets&amp;nbsp;Safety hat&amp;nbsp;Construction Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06VYUxFKAI/AAAAAAAAEag/lYjvL4V_FHw/s1600-h/IMG_1702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06VYUxFKAI/AAAAAAAAEag/lYjvL4V_FHw/s640/IMG_1702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But he's also content to be a "inga" turtle, or a fire fighter. as long as it involves head gear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06Vl18Ip9I/AAAAAAAAEao/cz8CFyw2mio/s640/IMG_1701.JPG" /&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/29225427-1228522532006896069?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1228522532006896069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=1228522532006896069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1228522532006896069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1228522532006896069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/01/dallins-many-identies.html' title='Dallin&apos;s many identies'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06Vy05okKI/AAAAAAAAEaw/yg5I7PhAAWk/s72-c/IMG_1688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-2105487712632877564</id><published>2010-01-13T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:33:19.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a photo opt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why is it that I don't have better pictures of my kids... &amp;nbsp;oh wait now I remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06TVDdJWxI/AAAAAAAAEaI/9hyf7CHOL54/s1600-h/IMG_1552.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06TVDdJWxI/AAAAAAAAEaI/9hyf7CHOL54/s400/IMG_1552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06TiNQV7CI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/Ze29nCJkH4M/s1600-h/IMG_1553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06TiNQV7CI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/Ze29nCJkH4M/s400/IMG_1553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06TtQivzsI/AAAAAAAAEaY/kRmv7Dn-ZTs/s1600-h/IMG_1554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06TtQivzsI/AAAAAAAAEaY/kRmv7Dn-ZTs/s400/IMG_1554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the result of a planned photo&amp;nbsp;opportunity. &amp;nbsp;yes even the thought of taking pictures after church on Sunday can cause meltdowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06d7Yj4NVI/AAAAAAAAEbY/D2NjPjsgTus/s1600-h/IMG_1563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06d7Yj4NVI/AAAAAAAAEbY/D2NjPjsgTus/s640/IMG_1563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;were we suppose to take the pictures before or after lunch? &amp;nbsp;I can never remember...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-2105487712632877564?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2105487712632877564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=2105487712632877564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/2105487712632877564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/2105487712632877564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/01/photo-opt.html' title='a photo opt'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06TVDdJWxI/AAAAAAAAEaI/9hyf7CHOL54/s72-c/IMG_1552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-1430974670540682043</id><published>2010-01-13T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:43:23.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06QC3ygIfI/AAAAAAAAEZw/xw4pv8UY9KI/s1600-h/IMG_1288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06QC3ygIfI/AAAAAAAAEZw/xw4pv8UY9KI/s400/IMG_1288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;now you might be asking yourself, "why did she take a picture of her trash can, or perhaps its a picture of her neighbors car, a rake? maybe the flag hiding behind the tree?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the trash can, and I'll show you why,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06QedrmOEI/AAAAAAAAEaA/FOwGINfOPkU/s1600-h/IMG_1291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06QedrmOEI/AAAAAAAAEaA/FOwGINfOPkU/s400/IMG_1291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06QPw2gY4I/AAAAAAAAEZ4/D_5Po_ZAV6o/s1600-h/IMG_1289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06QPw2gY4I/AAAAAAAAEZ4/D_5Po_ZAV6o/s400/IMG_1289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how this all started but I think it involves raking the yard and piles of leaves, and turned into some kind of "less then&amp;nbsp;appealing" game of peek-a-boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-1430974670540682043?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1430974670540682043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=1430974670540682043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1430974670540682043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/1430974670540682043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/01/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06QC3ygIfI/AAAAAAAAEZw/xw4pv8UY9KI/s72-c/IMG_1288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-7080016449732655933</id><published>2010-01-10T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:30:27.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brr it's g g g gold!</title><content type='html'>It's gotten cold here in Texas it's been all the way down in the 60's which for Dallin our native&amp;nbsp;Floridan, is basically freezing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;the other day Dallin said "Brrr mom it's gold" &amp;nbsp;g g g Cold starts with G that's why I don't like the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0qMm6oKCVI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/Hdj_97r02Kw/s1600-h/IMG_1633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0qMm6oKCVI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/Hdj_97r02Kw/s640/IMG_1633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;makes perfect sense....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29225427-7080016449732655933?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7080016449732655933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=7080016449732655933&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/7080016449732655933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/7080016449732655933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2010/01/brr-its-g-g-g-gold.html' title='brr it&apos;s g g g gold!'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0qMm6oKCVI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/Hdj_97r02Kw/s72-c/IMG_1633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-3677146372051621695</id><published>2009-12-28T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:29:00.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Card 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S05_5MuXycI/AAAAAAAAEY4/FBvvNxbxwss/s1600-h/IMG_1390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S05_5MuXycI/AAAAAAAAEY4/FBvvNxbxwss/s640/IMG_1390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For those of you who are wondering What happened to our Christmas Card this year, wonder no more. &amp;nbsp;This year the problem was our picture, I know there's always an excuse right? &amp;nbsp;we were running out of time before Christmas so we dressed everyone in red, green, white and pink (of course) to take our family Christmas card picture... this was the best one we got and I wanted something a little better so we took this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06AQdW2QPI/AAAAAAAAEZA/sYbraSqFrjU/s1600-h/IMG_1711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06AQdW2QPI/AAAAAAAAEZA/sYbraSqFrjU/s640/IMG_1711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Which was at least outside but I was planning to get a professional one soon and now I realize that it's just not going to happen, &amp;nbsp;so here's our letter, sorry to all of you who didn't get a personal one, they are actually all typed out and waiting for the perfect picture.... it may be a while so enjoy this in the mean time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06K1nZwX1I/AAAAAAAAEZQ/s7O48koXC4k/s1600-h/IMG_1307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06K1nZwX1I/AAAAAAAAEZQ/s7O48koXC4k/s640/IMG_1307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had a few snow flurries in &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Temple&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; the other day so we decided to get in the spirit and write a christmas card.&amp;nbsp; There have been a lot of changes in the Smith family this year: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron graduated from medical school in May.&amp;nbsp; He was matched in Radiology at Scott and &lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;White&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Hospital&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; in &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Temple&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and we moved in June. It's December now and he hasn't actually done any radiology but he can order Tylenol&amp;nbsp;with the best of them.&amp;nbsp; He is doing his intern year which will follow with 4 years of radiology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We bought our first home&amp;nbsp;and planted our first garden. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Cameron is amassing an arsenal of yard tools and equipment.&amp;nbsp; Elisabeth was able to get painting the house out of her system quickly, and the kids are able to jump, run and play the keyboard as loud as they can without having the big black guy from downstairs pound on the ceiling.&amp;nbsp; Can you beat that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also bought our first used van this year.&amp;nbsp; It worked great.....for about 23 hours.&amp;nbsp; It died while driving to church on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; That was a great day... hot, sunny, everyone dressed up, and a distressed 4 year old Katelyn and two boys that couldn't walk all of a sudden.&amp;nbsp; We got the van fixed real quick..... unfortunately it broke down the following week, and the week after that and a few more times for good measure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm not sure&amp;nbsp;we're supposed to know the town tow truck driver so well.&amp;nbsp; The good news is we haven't had problems for a while as long as you ignore the check engine light.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06OOTxDvtI/AAAAAAAAEZo/_ipVnOdOWjM/s1600-h/IMG_1105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06OOTxDvtI/AAAAAAAAEZo/_ipVnOdOWjM/s400/IMG_1105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisabeth is cancer free and discovering all the great things she can do with curly hair. &amp;nbsp;She loves it…all 6 inches of it. &amp;nbsp;For a few weeks it was competing with some serious fros, but it was no match for Cameron’s hair cutting/styling abilities.&amp;nbsp; Other than hair, Elisabeth has been doing well… sewing, blogging (cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com) , cooking, cleaning, exercising, hazardous waste disposaling (thank you Grant)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06MGHWBtcI/AAAAAAAAEZY/M1NQo7Jsmx4/s1600-h/IMG_0496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06MGHWBtcI/AAAAAAAAEZY/M1NQo7Jsmx4/s400/IMG_0496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Grant&amp;nbsp;is 2 and dang cute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;As not to make the other kids look bad he occasionally leaves&amp;nbsp;poop&amp;nbsp;lying about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Apart from the bathroom issues he is a joy. He enjoys mimicking everything he hears and he gets louder each time he repeats it. He believes he can have anything he wants if he attaches “peas” to the end of his request with a tummy rub.(his own personal sign language for the word please)&amp;nbsp;At times he is a bit&amp;nbsp;mischievous&amp;nbsp;and Elisabeth can always tell he’s up to something when he says, “shoo mommy, shoo shoo,” as he waves his hand to&amp;nbsp;shoo her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06MP-vzUZI/AAAAAAAAEZg/ZnYVDM4tJ6s/s1600-h/IMG_0815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06MP-vzUZI/AAAAAAAAEZg/ZnYVDM4tJ6s/s320/IMG_0815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Dallin has become a&amp;nbsp;rambunctious&amp;nbsp;3 year old who is the self designated class clown of the preschool Elisabeth teaches with a few other moms. &amp;nbsp;He&amp;nbsp;prefers&amp;nbsp;to end every&amp;nbsp;sentence&amp;nbsp;with “bob” and&amp;nbsp;especially&amp;nbsp;likes “ju ju bo bob” and then he and every young child within earshot bursts into&amp;nbsp;hysterics. It’s very charming.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;At the same time he has become very contemplative. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;When is he thinking of something he taps his temple with his fore finger and says, “Hmm, hmmm, I’m thinking” then he rubs his chin and hmms a little more.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We’re trying to decide if he has ever told us what he is thinking of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06KdIPzrwI/AAAAAAAAEZI/6-rY81AakW4/s1600-h/IMG_1059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S06KdIPzrwI/AAAAAAAAEZI/6-rY81AakW4/s320/IMG_1059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Katelyn is 5 and has started an&amp;nbsp;official&amp;nbsp;preschool and is doing very well. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;She loves&amp;nbsp;learning&amp;nbsp;and being in the school&amp;nbsp;environment.&amp;nbsp; She has only recently stopped waking up at 5am every morning in&amp;nbsp;anticipation&amp;nbsp;of riding the bus.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Katelyn now eats the meatballs in spaghettios, wants to marry Dallin, is beginning to pray to Santa Claus, and continues to cry if&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;you so much as look at her while holding a hair brush.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;We hope all is well with you and wish you a Merry Christmas!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Love,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Cameron, Elisabeth, Katelyn, Dallin, and Grant Smith&lt;/span&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/29225427-3677146372051621695?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3677146372051621695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=3677146372051621695&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3677146372051621695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3677146372051621695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-card-2009.html' title='Christmas Card 2009'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S05_5MuXycI/AAAAAAAAEY4/FBvvNxbxwss/s72-c/IMG_1390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-3364858388124160676</id><published>2009-12-23T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:21:15.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gearing up for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the first time we have been on our own for Christmas. &amp;nbsp;Cameron was scheduled to&amp;nbsp;work&amp;nbsp;Christmas&amp;nbsp;morning &amp;nbsp;and we didn't figure that would go over well for traveling across the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we had fun as we prepared for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pgj6-2FSI/AAAAAAAAEVw/ed6kc6laMVM/s1600-h/IMG_1274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pgj6-2FSI/AAAAAAAAEVw/ed6kc6laMVM/s200/IMG_1274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pgWqELCsI/AAAAAAAAEVo/KSp2NW1237I/s1600-h/IMG_1273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pgWqELCsI/AAAAAAAAEVo/KSp2NW1237I/s200/IMG_1273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pgsGvh19I/AAAAAAAAEV4/72ykzEOXI48/s1600-h/IMG_1286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pgsGvh19I/AAAAAAAAEV4/72ykzEOXI48/s200/IMG_1286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We wrote letters to Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pg6-2M8yI/AAAAAAAAEWY/JtadCtgTZ64/s1600-h/IMG_1298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pg6-2M8yI/AAAAAAAAEWY/JtadCtgTZ64/s320/IMG_1298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;put up the Christmas lights,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katelyn was most excited about this and insisted on having everyone come outside and admire the lights every single night until they came down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;that's dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;we decorated the tree&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pmLhFZODI/AAAAAAAAEXg/xmuVkkAtsWU/s1600-h/IMG_1140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pmLhFZODI/AAAAAAAAEXg/xmuVkkAtsWU/s640/IMG_1140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;katelyn had a great time hanging the&amp;nbsp;ornaments&amp;nbsp;as hight as she could, in fact &amp;nbsp;it was hard to convince her that it was ok to hang them low too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pmLhFZODI/AAAAAAAAEXg/xmuVkkAtsWU/s1600-h/IMG_1140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pjiTdGSEI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/G1KpTRl55HU/s1600-h/IMG_1356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pjiTdGSEI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/G1KpTRl55HU/s400/IMG_1356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;hung the stockings with care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and then tried them on, that's what your suppose to do right? &amp;nbsp;just to make sure they&amp;nbsp;qualify&amp;nbsp;as real stockings...&amp;nbsp;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pzoee4_pI/AAAAAAAAEXo/m5RjlCL95UU/s1600-h/IMG_1135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pzoee4_pI/AAAAAAAAEXo/m5RjlCL95UU/s640/IMG_1135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and finally in honer of our friends the Patricks we made a ginger bread house, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this was their "house" last year. it's&amp;nbsp;actually&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;school most of the kids go to.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0p4NjutkOI/AAAAAAAAEYI/ASkR0p7-dX0/s1600-h/IMG_1312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0p4NjutkOI/AAAAAAAAEYI/ASkR0p7-dX0/s640/IMG_1312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ours came pretty close to that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pjEiVqYHI/AAAAAAAAEXA/7uYzpCXTdgM/s1600-h/IMG_1338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pjEiVqYHI/AAAAAAAAEXA/7uYzpCXTdgM/s400/IMG_1338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;if you close one eye and squint the other... it is made of ginger bread and held together with frosting... &amp;nbsp;and that's where the&amp;nbsp;similarities&amp;nbsp;end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pjEiVqYHI/AAAAAAAAEXA/7uYzpCXTdgM/s1600-h/IMG_1338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pi0e4q2zI/AAAAAAAAEW4/xGWmtOIMjtQ/s1600-h/IMG_1324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pi0e4q2zI/AAAAAAAAEW4/xGWmtOIMjtQ/s400/IMG_1324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we had a great time making it and that's what counts, &amp;nbsp;this was actually the very first gingerbread house I have ever made unless you count the ones you make with graham crackers... which we don't, because that would be a graham cracker house... of course.&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/29225427-3364858388124160676?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3364858388124160676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=3364858388124160676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3364858388124160676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/3364858388124160676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2009/12/gearing-up-for-christmas.html' title='gearing up for Christmas'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/S0pgj6-2FSI/AAAAAAAAEVw/ed6kc6laMVM/s72-c/IMG_1274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-9207820660879576683</id><published>2009-12-08T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:14:53.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RiverWalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/Sx8A9aTrhfI/AAAAAAAAEUY/nNFjiZAEZso/s1600-h/IMG_1214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/Sx8A9aTrhfI/AAAAAAAAEUY/nNFjiZAEZso/s640/IMG_1214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my sister Amy came out to visit this past week and while she was here we took a trip to San Antonio we spent the morning at the Alamo and the afternoon walking down the Riverwalk. it was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/Sx7_5xWmVQI/AAAAAAAAEUA/N25-h98ovbc/s1600-h/IMG_1269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/Sx7_5xWmVQI/AAAAAAAAEUA/N25-h98ovbc/s640/IMG_1269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grant was&amp;nbsp; basically freezing the entire day.&amp;nbsp; We, meaning I, forgot his jacket...&amp;nbsp; it's more like a hooded sweatshirt, much like my hooded sweathirt but at least it's something.&amp;nbsp; We are not prepared for the fridged Texas winters where the temptures drop to a freezing 40 degrees.&amp;nbsp; Maybe Cameron will get me a sweater for Christmas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/Sx8AYIyyLNI/AAAAAAAAEUI/2aj8YuKZXp4/s1600-h/IMG_1252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/Sx8AYIyyLNI/AAAAAAAAEUI/2aj8YuKZXp4/s640/IMG_1252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The boys did their best to panic all the other adults along the river by running ahead of us around the corner making everyone think they were on their own.&amp;nbsp; whenever we did catch up we usually got the "look"&amp;nbsp; to let us know that these children were being neglected, I usually tried to make it look like they were Amy's kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/Sx8AmUClzWI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/4-hiaGbfH7A/s1600-h/IMG_1234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/Sx8AmUClzWI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/4-hiaGbfH7A/s640/IMG_1234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amy has some mad picture taking skills and was able to get a shot of everyone actually looking at the camera, a feet I have yet to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/Sx8BMPtkUxI/AAAAAAAAEUg/QNccTcPEI1I/s1600-h/IMG_1194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/Sx8BMPtkUxI/AAAAAAAAEUg/QNccTcPEI1I/s640/IMG_1194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate lunch at a cute mexical restraunt where we were seranaded by a mariachi band.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Grant chowed down on the chips and HOT salsa.&amp;nbsp; it was especailly nice to come in from the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/Sx8S4ee4HJI/AAAAAAAAEUw/3AGlUVTHDRE/s1600-h/IMG_1192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/Sx8S4ee4HJI/AAAAAAAAEUw/3AGlUVTHDRE/s640/IMG_1192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great time with Aunt Amy,&amp;nbsp; Everyone kept commenting on how much we look alike and I have to agree especailly now that my hair is dark and curly but when we were in high school and at BYU no one would believe that we were sisters, we had to show them our school IDs to prove that we had the same unusual last name before they would believe us... funny how things change.&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/29225427-9207820660879576683?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/9207820660879576683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=9207820660879576683&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/9207820660879576683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/9207820660879576683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2009/12/riverwalk.html' title='RiverWalk'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/Sx8A9aTrhfI/AAAAAAAAEUY/nNFjiZAEZso/s72-c/IMG_1214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-6902589972361018619</id><published>2009-10-25T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:56:45.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grant'/><title type='text'>my little helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuUL-06nkJI/AAAAAAAAEJM/286VroIMtmg/s1600-h/IMG_0534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuUL-06nkJI/AAAAAAAAEJM/286VroIMtmg/s640/IMG_0534.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Grant is always the first to volenteer when I ask, "who wants to vacuum the van?"&amp;nbsp; We got this small vacuum for Cameron's birthday.... not one of the greatest birthday presents known to man but I wanted a vaccuum and his birthday was coming up so...&amp;nbsp; in my defence the van, kitchen and carpet has never been more vacuumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuUMSakkowI/AAAAAAAAEJc/JZ7-MYRbc24/s1600-h/IMG_0538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuUMSakkowI/AAAAAAAAEJc/JZ7-MYRbc24/s400/IMG_0538.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/29225427-6902589972361018619?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6902589972361018619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=6902589972361018619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/6902589972361018619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/6902589972361018619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-little-helper.html' title='my little helper'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuUL-06nkJI/AAAAAAAAEJM/286VroIMtmg/s72-c/IMG_0534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-6063059494883683906</id><published>2009-10-25T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:51:33.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT8fQ8gNrI/AAAAAAAAEF8/WiXk8nIwijs/s1600-h/IMG_0972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT8fQ8gNrI/AAAAAAAAEF8/WiXk8nIwijs/s400/IMG_0972.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yesterday was our Fall Festival.&amp;nbsp; we had a Chili cookoff and a carnival of sorts with a cake walk, bean bag toss, fishing, coloring, and cookie decorating.&amp;nbsp; my kids loved it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT9oHyp83I/AAAAAAAAEGk/RO-oHHxQWGk/s1600-h/IMG_0970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT9oHyp83I/AAAAAAAAEGk/RO-oHHxQWGk/s200/IMG_0970.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT9L-N9gQI/AAAAAAAAEGU/vEgGkNn3zxc/s1600-h/IMG_0971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT9L-N9gQI/AAAAAAAAEGU/vEgGkNn3zxc/s200/IMG_0971.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT9ZTlnVTI/AAAAAAAAEGc/r6G6qucr2BQ/s1600-h/IMG_0979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT9ZTlnVTI/AAAAAAAAEGc/r6G6qucr2BQ/s200/IMG_0979.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Some of the kids dressed up, these were two of my favorite. Kaleb the Mummy and Grace the butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT8PcuOU2I/AAAAAAAAEF0/NTh4PzYfQzs/s1600-h/IMG_0977.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT8PcuOU2I/AAAAAAAAEF0/NTh4PzYfQzs/s400/IMG_0977.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grant has decided that he is attached to me. He wanted me to hold him and tried to hide from anyone who wasn't family.&amp;nbsp; he hasn't ever done that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT8959C82I/AAAAAAAAEGM/9tv1fDbeSWY/s1600-h/IMG_0981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT8959C82I/AAAAAAAAEGM/9tv1fDbeSWY/s400/IMG_0981.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Can you guess who Katelyn is?&amp;nbsp; I made Katelyn's Wendy costume, it was an easy pattern, creating the matching bear costume on the other hand wasn't so easy.&amp;nbsp; but it meant a lot to her, and it turned out pertty cute,&amp;nbsp; hopefully I can get some better pictures at Halloween.&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/29225427-6063059494883683906?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6063059494883683906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=6063059494883683906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/6063059494883683906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/6063059494883683906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-festival.html' title='Fall Festival'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT8fQ8gNrI/AAAAAAAAEF8/WiXk8nIwijs/s72-c/IMG_0972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-5237099621186269415</id><published>2009-10-25T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:35:16.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the Bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT4BuyG68I/AAAAAAAAEFk/tszZqtFva5w/s640/IMG_0462.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These days we spend a lot of time waiting for the bus.&amp;nbsp; In the morning the bus picks Katelyn up at 6:40am.&amp;nbsp; You might be asking yourself, Why do you hurry to catch the bus at 6:40am when school doesn't even start until 7:45 and it's only a 12 minute drive?&amp;nbsp; I'll tell you why, Because Katelyn LOVES riding the bus,&amp;nbsp; if ever I tell her that I'm going to drive her to school the next day, she begs and pleads with me to let her ride the bus, and then she wakes up 2 or 3 times throughout the night to reconfirm that I really am giong to let her ride the bus in the morning, then just to be sure she wakes up at 5:30ish as Cameron is leaving for work and comes into my room and once again begs me to let her ride the bus... how can I say no to that?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT3oZdimEI/AAAAAAAAEFU/a9L5r42TDSw/s1600-h/IMG_0464.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT3oZdimEI/AAAAAAAAEFU/a9L5r42TDSw/s200/IMG_0464.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT30dUbHaI/AAAAAAAAEFc/TVHwxZYeATI/s1600-h/IMG_0466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT30dUbHaI/AAAAAAAAEFc/TVHwxZYeATI/s200/IMG_0466.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT3aAR0UcI/AAAAAAAAEFM/CgMapo4kdHw/s1600-h/IMG_0463.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT3aAR0UcI/AAAAAAAAEFM/CgMapo4kdHw/s200/IMG_0463.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so if you ever happen to come by my house at 6:39am you'll probably watch as Katelyn, Dallin and Grant have races down the sidewalk as we wait for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT4MyCu3LI/AAAAAAAAEFs/YaOVeMwACyo/s1600-h/IMG_0465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT4MyCu3LI/AAAAAAAAEFs/YaOVeMwACyo/s400/IMG_0465.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The boys are equally excited for the bus but they usually sleep in until 6 or 6:30am and have not usually changed their clothes before we head out the door to wait.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure why I don't have a picture of Dallin.&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/29225427-5237099621186269415?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5237099621186269415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=5237099621186269415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/5237099621186269415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/5237099621186269415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/waiting-for-bus.html' title='Waiting for the Bus'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuT4BuyG68I/AAAAAAAAEFk/tszZqtFva5w/s72-c/IMG_0462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-702108145790292828</id><published>2009-10-17T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:07:05.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXfWr1mkLI/AAAAAAAAEQU/8SthJt16qic/s1600-h/IMG_0950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXfWr1mkLI/AAAAAAAAEQU/8SthJt16qic/s640/IMG_0950.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The McKernen's invited us to go to a pumpkin patch with them. &amp;nbsp;It was free to get in but you had to have tickets to do any of the activities. Each ticket was a dollar and each activity cost anywhere between 2 and 5 tickets. &amp;nbsp;It turned out to be a little expensive but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXavZXRijI/AAAAAAAAEN0/k6zX4n8A0fc/s1600-h/IMG_0675.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXavZXRijI/AAAAAAAAEN0/k6zX4n8A0fc/s200/IMG_0675.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXbQ8jiCTI/AAAAAAAAEOE/XGmkgRmE0CQ/s1600-h/IMG_0679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXbQ8jiCTI/AAAAAAAAEOE/XGmkgRmE0CQ/s200/IMG_0679.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXa6xfJc1I/AAAAAAAAEN8/NzsMiAjVB7k/s1600-h/IMG_0683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXa6xfJc1I/AAAAAAAAEN8/NzsMiAjVB7k/s200/IMG_0683.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The kids had to most fun playing in the hay stack, &amp;nbsp;they took turns sliding down the"hill" and trowing hay at the adults careless enough to stand within reach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXbivNUBMI/AAAAAAAAEOM/LevG3daZFe4/s1600-h/IMG_0735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXbivNUBMI/AAAAAAAAEOM/LevG3daZFe4/s200/IMG_0735.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXbr5tUtrI/AAAAAAAAEOU/l0qqLf0GXBQ/s1600-h/IMG_0692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXbr5tUtrI/AAAAAAAAEOU/l0qqLf0GXBQ/s200/IMG_0692.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXzAPKVcaI/AAAAAAAAEQs/PK9bg4Zvv6w/s1600-h/IMG_0689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXzAPKVcaI/AAAAAAAAEQs/PK9bg4Zvv6w/s200/IMG_0689.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;They got to go on a train, pulled by a lawn mower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXcI9DKMJI/AAAAAAAAEOk/TWMyqh5IMcw/s1600-h/IMG_0752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXcI9DKMJI/AAAAAAAAEOk/TWMyqh5IMcw/s400/IMG_0752.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;paint their own pumpkins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXeUr7Su1I/AAAAAAAAEP0/b7mcur0UFNw/s1600-h/IMG_0897.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXeUr7Su1I/AAAAAAAAEP0/b7mcur0UFNw/s400/IMG_0897.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXe3QUkDgI/AAAAAAAAEQE/lARd-fghSx0/s1600-h/IMG_0903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXe3QUkDgI/AAAAAAAAEQE/lARd-fghSx0/s400/IMG_0903.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXeq4VN4SI/AAAAAAAAEP8/OiOsREiBqUc/s1600-h/IMG_0892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXeq4VN4SI/AAAAAAAAEP8/OiOsREiBqUc/s400/IMG_0892.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;feed the&amp;nbsp;lammas in the petting zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXdYDcbw3I/AAAAAAAAEPU/JCHgY0asZ00/s1600-h/IMG_0854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXdYDcbw3I/AAAAAAAAEPU/JCHgY0asZ00/s400/IMG_0854.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Enjoy a pony ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXds0W-gvI/AAAAAAAAEPc/4T1zHM2HcrU/s1600-h/IMG_0883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXds0W-gvI/AAAAAAAAEPc/4T1zHM2HcrU/s200/IMG_0883.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXd2LBkizI/AAAAAAAAEPk/lkzNWNK-S5g/s1600-h/IMG_0865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXd2LBkizI/AAAAAAAAEPk/lkzNWNK-S5g/s200/IMG_0865.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXeGyz10zI/AAAAAAAAEPs/aUebIQvqOZc/s1600-h/IMG_0868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXeGyz10zI/AAAAAAAAEPs/aUebIQvqOZc/s200/IMG_0868.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Dallin and Grant had the best time playing on some rocks while the daddies waited in line for the pony ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXc4x9cwFI/AAAAAAAAEPE/BtafPDH7MfU/s1600-h/IMG_0821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXc4x9cwFI/AAAAAAAAEPE/BtafPDH7MfU/s320/IMG_0821.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXckfVlbhI/AAAAAAAAEO0/nmegScOraac/s1600-h/IMG_0815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXckfVlbhI/AAAAAAAAEO0/nmegScOraac/s320/IMG_0815.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXcolyw7cI/AAAAAAAAEO8/tMVI6Lv4WFs/s1600-h/IMG_0792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXcolyw7cI/AAAAAAAAEO8/tMVI6Lv4WFs/s200/IMG_0792.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXwwHIOz9I/AAAAAAAAEQk/nq2wnYNXVqI/s1600-h/IMG_0827.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXaP3DOBOI/AAAAAAAAENk/_Q4YStOAwW0/s1600-h/IMG_0763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXaP3DOBOI/AAAAAAAAENk/_Q4YStOAwW0/s640/IMG_0763.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXb8AkOUxI/AAAAAAAAEOc/fEVMaNnAL7o/s1600-h/IMG_0730.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXb8AkOUxI/AAAAAAAAEOc/fEVMaNnAL7o/s640/IMG_0730.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/29225427-702108145790292828?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/702108145790292828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=702108145790292828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/702108145790292828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/702108145790292828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXfWr1mkLI/AAAAAAAAEQU/8SthJt16qic/s72-c/IMG_0950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-6795140711157004381</id><published>2009-10-17T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:51:48.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXO8KuJiKI/AAAAAAAAEKk/tUahUri47G4/s1600-h/IMG_0571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXO8KuJiKI/AAAAAAAAEKk/tUahUri47G4/s400/IMG_0571.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was bound to happen, now that we have our very own house, with our very own yard we have planted our very own garden.&amp;nbsp; We went to Lowes this weekend and&amp;nbsp;bought&amp;nbsp;some plants... mostly lettuce, peas and pumpkin but we also got some straberries, bell peppers, and some other pepper.&amp;nbsp; It should make for an interesting crop.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXOVx_ssEI/AAAAAAAAEKU/TIscp2FUd1M/s1600-h/IMG_0586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXOVx_ssEI/AAAAAAAAEKU/TIscp2FUd1M/s200/IMG_0586.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXOK3w4tII/AAAAAAAAEKM/lwMpWkn3dGc/s1600-h/IMG_0587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXOK3w4tII/AAAAAAAAEKM/lwMpWkn3dGc/s200/IMG_0587.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXOjikIklI/AAAAAAAAEKc/HpWIYbNG07c/s1600-h/IMG_0574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXOjikIklI/AAAAAAAAEKc/HpWIYbNG07c/s320/IMG_0574.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids got really into it.&amp;nbsp; Katelyn and Dallin both put in their&amp;nbsp;muscles&amp;nbsp;to spread the soil. Thankfully Grant was content to play inside during this whole ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXPGrX6GmI/AAAAAAAAEKs/Tzl8VrjVw6I/s1600-h/IMG_0583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXPGrX6GmI/AAAAAAAAEKs/Tzl8VrjVw6I/s200/IMG_0583.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXPTzKh2uI/AAAAAAAAEK0/ukZgBIfDUO4/s1600-h/IMG_0580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXPTzKh2uI/AAAAAAAAEK0/ukZgBIfDUO4/s200/IMG_0580.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXPgSLHOdI/AAAAAAAAEK8/NhmPcZz4Qkg/s1600-h/IMG_0582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXPgSLHOdI/AAAAAAAAEK8/NhmPcZz4Qkg/s200/IMG_0582.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXPu5XXu0I/AAAAAAAAELE/pzqrUzFUiRE/s1600-h/IMG_0581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXPu5XXu0I/AAAAAAAAELE/pzqrUzFUiRE/s200/IMG_0581.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to fall gardening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXN5jOBBoI/AAAAAAAAEKE/1gzuchq_umY/s1600-h/IMG_0559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXN5jOBBoI/AAAAAAAAEKE/1gzuchq_umY/s640/IMG_0559.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We also planted a tangerine tree.&amp;nbsp; it should start producing in about 5 years, right about the time we'll be moving... but hey it was 50% off.&amp;nbsp; &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/29225427-6795140711157004381?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6795140711157004381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=6795140711157004381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/6795140711157004381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/6795140711157004381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/garden.html' title='a Garden'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXO8KuJiKI/AAAAAAAAEKk/tUahUri47G4/s72-c/IMG_0571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-987475550521730033</id><published>2009-10-14T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:25:15.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grant'/><title type='text'>A new bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some friends of ours upgraded to a bunk bed and offered us their toddler bed... we couldn't say no.&amp;nbsp; Grant was so excited to sleep in his new bed that he had are hard time... aah.... sleeping.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXC-neisEI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/CkfaJnabx8c/s1600-h/IMG_0542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXC-neisEI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/CkfaJnabx8c/s400/IMG_0542.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He tried to show us that he really would stay in his bed but every time we left the room he would start giggling and "sneaking" out of bed.&amp;nbsp; He's not the quietest sneak I've ever heard. He likes to open and close doors then run back to bed laughing.&amp;nbsp; We gave him a few trys but ultimately he ended up sleeping in his crib that first night.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXCdO_49GI/AAAAAAAAEJs/som5B_uMrDM/s1600-h/IMG_0544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXCdO_49GI/AAAAAAAAEJs/som5B_uMrDM/s400/IMG_0544.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dallin insisterd on sleeping on the floor next to the bed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXCuoDHcbI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/unILVn7jSO0/s1600-h/IMG_0550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXCuoDHcbI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/unILVn7jSO0/s400/IMG_0550.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've had the bed for a few weeks now and Gramt's slept in it maybe 3 times, the other nights we try, he just gets too excited to stay in bed.&amp;nbsp; Dallin and Katelyn don't mind because if he has to sleep in his crib they get to alternate sleeping in the new bed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXCJDX1DFI/AAAAAAAAEJk/3uv13yIca6M/s1600-h/IMG_0541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXCJDX1DFI/AAAAAAAAEJk/3uv13yIca6M/s400/IMG_0541.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who knew a bed could be so much fun?&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/29225427-987475550521730033?l=cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/987475550521730033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29225427&amp;postID=987475550521730033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/987475550521730033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29225427/posts/default/987475550521730033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cameronandelisabeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-bed.html' title='A new bed'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12580648035430489854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SBm88Xy-TzI/AAAAAAAABWY/5B3JDie6T3k/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuXC-neisEI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/CkfaJnabx8c/s72-c/IMG_0542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29225427.post-528615137749687631</id><published>2009-10-11T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:47:50.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pet preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuULsctBtTI/AAAAAAAAEJE/iy1fi1GqOek/s1600-h/IMG_0566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuULsctBtTI/AAAAAAAAEJE/iy1fi1GqOek/s640/IMG_0566.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We haven't ventured into the world of pets yet, unless you count Katelyn's pet tadpole named Rosie who we saved from the gutter near out apartment in Tampa after a bad rain storm. &amp;nbsp;Katelyn&amp;nbsp;insisted&amp;nbsp;we find Rosie's parents so she wouldn't be lonely. &amp;nbsp;we not only found Rosie some parents but we found her a dozen brothers and sisters too. then we left them for a week while we went to visit family. They all died... except for one who lived until we changed the water and then she died too. &amp;nbsp;and that was the end of our pets until yesterday, &amp;nbsp;Katelyn found a tiny white snail climbing up our house, she captured it and put it in a plastic cup with a leaf. &amp;nbsp;That &amp;nbsp;of course wouldn't do, nameless snail needs a sister... and of course a brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This morning&amp;nbsp;Katelyn&amp;nbsp;put on her pouty face and begged, "can I just have 5 snails, please mom,&amp;nbsp;just&amp;nbsp;5?" &amp;nbsp;I didn't see the big deal in having 5 snails, hey at least their out of our garden right? &amp;nbsp;so now we are proud carers of 5 snails. &amp;nbsp;can't wait to see what's comes next or for the day she&amp;nbsp;realizes&amp;nbsp;that we could have real pets like dogs or cats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuUMFNhnlOI/AAAAAAAAEJU/ZeBQrSoZSRs/s1600-h/IMG_0567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuUMFNhnlOI/AAAAAAAAEJU/ZeBQrSoZSRs/s320/IMG_0567.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuULl454WhI/AAAAAAAAEI8/4TBRMvyNtIM/s1600-h/IMG_0563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXcrLHFT3eo/SuULl454WhI/AAAAAAAAEI8/4TBRMvyNtIM/s320/IMG_0563.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: mediu
