tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36208300577622952812024-03-19T05:48:02.544-07:00The FostersKara Fosterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17112206657642086636noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620830057762295281.post-49270015013876439862010-05-04T21:33:00.000-07:002010-05-04T22:03:13.252-07:00This one's for you mom!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
It's time to blog again, but only because my mom threatened to cut me out of the family will if I didn't blog tonight. So here I am, and I must admit my mom is right, it's time to blog. So many things to blog about since I took my vacation from blogging, but I will keep it short and just give the highlights......hopefully. <br />
Our annual St. George trip in April was a blast as always. The kids loved the hotel (thanks mom and dad, Kelsey and Brady), especially having a hot tub in our room and another one down by the pool. They were in heaven! We golfed at the nicest golf course I've ever been to. The whole trip went great until we ate at a Mesquite buffet. Thanks to a little food poisoning, Phil was out of it for a while after that. Word to the wise, stay away from sea food, in fact stay away from buffets all together. Phil finally recovered in enough time to drive us back home. <br />
We also had the annual Tarbet easter egg hunt. Each year Suzette hides a few more eggs and my kids get a little more competitive. I'm pretty sure Jaxon and Brynly were out for blood this year. They told me to stay away from the money eggs or else! Is it a bad thing that my kids are already threatening me? <br />
One last highlight, and I feel that I can share the news now because I'm sick of sucking in and trying to hide my belly. Yes I'm pregnant and very, very, very excited. I'm due in November and I don't know why my belly is sticking out so early it just is. I'm pretty sure Jaxon and Brynly are even more excited then Phil and I (if that's even possible). Brynly has a list of all the "baby things" that we are going to need. Jaxon asks me everyday, "How big is the baby today mom?". We also have names all ready to go thanks to Jax and Bryn. If it's a boy his name is Joe and if it's a girl her name is Sarah. Good thing we have some time to talk them into different names. <br />
Now that my blogging hiatus is over, if I'm not in bed by 8:00, I'll try and blog a little more. I promise mom. <br />
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</div>So for now, here are some pictures of the holiday's since I can't seem to be able to blog about anything. Hopefully I will go find my "inner blogger" and be healed from this. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Jaxon and Brynly have been wanting a dog for I don't know how long. We've been trying to put it off for as long as we can, due to the unsuccessful past we've had with dogs. The last dog we had....Lucky (who wasn't so lucky) was hit by a truck right in front of us on Fathers Day. So Phil had to take care of business, it was a little traumatic for all of us. After that experiance we decided to go dog-less for a while. Now after months of prodding by Jaxon and Brynly we have taken the plunge and got another dog.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Santa came a little early this year and dropped Max off on Thanksgiving for us. We were just going to stick with "Max" but the poor dog is kind of wimpy for a male yellow lab. So in order to boost his manliness we have extended his name to "Maximus" until he grows out of his wimpy stage. He's actually pretty cute and quite the cuddler.....Phil's jealous. As you can tell from the pictures, Jaxon and Brynly love him to death.....literally. The first week we had Max, Brynly strapped him into her stroller and pushed him around for a couple of hours. I'm still mad at myself for not getting pictures of that! Hopefully we won't be turned in for dog abuse, because poor Max puts up with a lot. <br />
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They named it "Jack" and fed it a fly (which it didn't eat). By that time I started to feel sorry for the poor frog and told Jax and Bryn that we should probably set if free. Surprisingly they were both OK with it, so while we waited for the bus to come Jax and Bryn said their goodbye's and we let Jack go. After that traumatic experience with the Foster children I don't think we'll ever catch Jack free-loading in our house again. Here's some pics of Jack and some other random pictures. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMzPG8bTEpRDTH53ybt7-PS1GthInhSF4kVEKCY3PgZowvVVA0F4Enw-uMhEs1GtOGllrzfE-X-s5OWBp63ik6EazplnzinKI-d_KyWsNlUq2p-HZdAfJyBreRzbEKP7LiaROMX273vAA/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387305372728911330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMzPG8bTEpRDTH53ybt7-PS1GthInhSF4kVEKCY3PgZowvVVA0F4Enw-uMhEs1GtOGllrzfE-X-s5OWBp63ik6EazplnzinKI-d_KyWsNlUq2p-HZdAfJyBreRzbEKP7LiaROMX273vAA/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#666666;">Lunch time chips and salsa and yes Brynly is naked </span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6IKAKMwCqjurNVcdprf2vPIuSW26nKeNtit8CKbgE5etmQSlUn69HgbH91_W-uwU2Me6xQcWGTRy6UFSWY9UMkPHdxAI1yt1kP9d4MqCn3lpfjub9qWEkxZhgb4HhB7SLDd1ffFfFDg4/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387305357906837218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6IKAKMwCqjurNVcdprf2vPIuSW26nKeNtit8CKbgE5etmQSlUn69HgbH91_W-uwU2Me6xQcWGTRy6UFSWY9UMkPHdxAI1yt1kP9d4MqCn3lpfjub9qWEkxZhgb4HhB7SLDd1ffFfFDg4/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#666666;">Did I forget to mention that soda usually takes the place of milk.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS4nAiJ9xz6sImkqAqFu36DyYnil1Eudm4ItBmpOYnRkU7PdEoH8siuen5BrAFfNIjJY9-KBxk-GEknMl1BLHN2ARwVDvcSfxvCKBORHiQpz-80JVOFwrJd3y6-6qSS8q0AAaKPevgMLM/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387305352052743746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS4nAiJ9xz6sImkqAqFu36DyYnil1Eudm4ItBmpOYnRkU7PdEoH8siuen5BrAFfNIjJY9-KBxk-GEknMl1BLHN2ARwVDvcSfxvCKBORHiQpz-80JVOFwrJd3y6-6qSS8q0AAaKPevgMLM/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#666666;">Jax and Bryn kissing Jack goodbye</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBHVfo4bcW6-pm1p3ZPuM56_iXdX-1fzjXXGEDO2NAA1UnuyQUY466FAQLPtVz5sdX71G04qwhqKl9b8hyphenhyphenH94jj7hjK2fLRDixJhXlyhlR08CwWoWqjrm67GtwcvLQq5EnkTwFhlpkORQ/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387305342640695330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBHVfo4bcW6-pm1p3ZPuM56_iXdX-1fzjXXGEDO2NAA1UnuyQUY466FAQLPtVz5sdX71G04qwhqKl9b8hyphenhyphenH94jj7hjK2fLRDixJhXlyhlR08CwWoWqjrm67GtwcvLQq5EnkTwFhlpkORQ/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#666666;">Jack's last name is Foster according to the kids so I now have 3 kids</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXXQdAefEPjwEGXH4d1J6oeos60eG55fPGmU4hPNCpoqC_t5v7PCHcPZ66wpITrQX2gnMNP6W8Ty4K_5DQdYm9c-SAkGn0ygf8SzxaOYSdMRiV_z9W-5gXYNbvCRzKu1rl921_3WQGbY/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387305335492066418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXXQdAefEPjwEGXH4d1J6oeos60eG55fPGmU4hPNCpoqC_t5v7PCHcPZ66wpITrQX2gnMNP6W8Ty4K_5DQdYm9c-SAkGn0ygf8SzxaOYSdMRiV_z9W-5gXYNbvCRzKu1rl921_3WQGbY/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#666666;">A really blurry pic of Jack</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ1bUmjVWkZN3xkq9FcuZbYcZHPxHVt77Fc3z9GafsV41mDuFSTy5w0yUl0QokFQFiWpVDltNP2K0-9oP8KMgTj2LRTtzH1yl4P9hKP1otysMs99LMvqJ_t2w6BxgmPN1fMJxFukSl3jg/s320/Bear+Lake+2009+021.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="color:#333333;"> <span style="font-size:78%;">My Beehives!</span><br /></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhra4g88UPhs0Flm3Mres0aMFk1ooh5iKYa5SUzLWBKf3pqsz7h-VD_m8q1-2OQWCalkW8ARWS-oaSQZNkHgva3j8hDNWSHYgHoFS4IhQeDXWl6XUGqEX03B4Qmka5i-x-dkrIOkXxm4bE/s1600-h/041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374515977428241330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhra4g88UPhs0Flm3Mres0aMFk1ooh5iKYa5SUzLWBKf3pqsz7h-VD_m8q1-2OQWCalkW8ARWS-oaSQZNkHgva3j8hDNWSHYgHoFS4IhQeDXWl6XUGqEX03B4Qmka5i-x-dkrIOkXxm4bE/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXyheCI1nkxPTFSEnGM35ksYAAvDsBEVCLwZW7BWHMRFaLmmu5jpfEbVXn8O-dn_j9HfLcFWtSUX1MtIOZt_JKeHsPLRmJ6dcioylp-fZik-ga5fFE3OPLas5yvRmsQWEP0hCm9kTAjs/s1600-h/040.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374515877013744130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXyheCI1nkxPTFSEnGM35ksYAAvDsBEVCLwZW7BWHMRFaLmmu5jpfEbVXn8O-dn_j9HfLcFWtSUX1MtIOZt_JKeHsPLRmJ6dcioylp-fZik-ga5fFE3OPLas5yvRmsQWEP0hCm9kTAjs/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#333333;"> <span style="font-size:78%;">As you can see Brynly was totally into the game.</span><br /></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHfHgp0v7WYMb-IZDHCjDqDXRsLxEIxMaLCHJio9t49ec8wz8qA0xPrBoR2AzAVSKmCF7LuYCW-BJiyw_5tOrA8UpT4zGM-5hx2eRV2Pokpof99UXsI9erzIIT2XERnZ3MgtssP2OVwNo/s1600-h/042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374515397650986322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHfHgp0v7WYMb-IZDHCjDqDXRsLxEIxMaLCHJio9t49ec8wz8qA0xPrBoR2AzAVSKmCF7LuYCW-BJiyw_5tOrA8UpT4zGM-5hx2eRV2Pokpof99UXsI9erzIIT2XERnZ3MgtssP2OVwNo/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#333333;"> <span style="font-size:78%;">Jax would beat on Phil when he was bored at the Bee's game. Phil was sore for a few days after.</span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOt4JnG1mArNp2EaxP-VWxfgpDII1T5maKWa547JGl53gOJMVDbz4RuARTBgxYzCWVXsLbkmDEif9PhGf6QJok3iBSd36FDQZW4bIEc1SEWWEqyFWCbmspYssv0htqoT3PhMiMDO6TT4/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374515072876107090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOt4JnG1mArNp2EaxP-VWxfgpDII1T5maKWa547JGl53gOJMVDbz4RuARTBgxYzCWVXsLbkmDEif9PhGf6QJok3iBSd36FDQZW4bIEc1SEWWEqyFWCbmspYssv0htqoT3PhMiMDO6TT4/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#333333;"> <span style="font-size:78%;">Here we are in Jackson Hole, Brynly prefers the "headlock" for pictures</span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH7XbblxvR5PGypnxQ_XjFflpYuRx0NmhWBusP-Un5j3y-Xq8byU2w1kFz9fECBShzDYxuM7SRbpoB_WG165sodSfxnZfLWruHdANwFoQlmGZuZaXHIuyxbI4oIy5oBfXHMhtK9VT3YOA/s1600-h/016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374514590686517106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH7XbblxvR5PGypnxQ_XjFflpYuRx0NmhWBusP-Un5j3y-Xq8byU2w1kFz9fECBShzDYxuM7SRbpoB_WG165sodSfxnZfLWruHdANwFoQlmGZuZaXHIuyxbI4oIy5oBfXHMhtK9VT3YOA/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Bryn trying to wave the "horsey" down for a ride</span> </span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhunyHQuRGk4XGwkGWHvDOrEquUG9Yvk6HHwVNQ3O_EGJHho4zaVEqB9MuAjrzQuL2SiIwv90tIVFxVcutQHqwEbGDvUnZnKMZHTQZUlcUM-TAaUpo2GhwvvaRhq9z65igTgKcn6ouURlE/s1600-h/029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374513867719206930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhunyHQuRGk4XGwkGWHvDOrEquUG9Yvk6HHwVNQ3O_EGJHho4zaVEqB9MuAjrzQuL2SiIwv90tIVFxVcutQHqwEbGDvUnZnKMZHTQZUlcUM-TAaUpo2GhwvvaRhq9z65igTgKcn6ouURlE/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="color:#333333;"> <span style="font-size:78%;">Grandma Sally</span></span><br /></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRix2bGd316LXZEDaAYYHFLk7i0ZtMNp0YwGX16ev94RlFUywHuX_MjgulDaefzB7w_cxVSDlgTfY8lb1XLyR4nwGsPa-Fn2FXZ6lQZSzUetTfsuvf8oQ9eoB7O0Lta3xPcKV0xEQ_2oQ/s1600-h/036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374513184921887170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRix2bGd316LXZEDaAYYHFLk7i0ZtMNp0YwGX16ev94RlFUywHuX_MjgulDaefzB7w_cxVSDlgTfY8lb1XLyR4nwGsPa-Fn2FXZ6lQZSzUetTfsuvf8oQ9eoB7O0Lta3xPcKV0xEQ_2oQ/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#333333;"> <span style="font-size:78%;">Always have to have a picture of Molly, she's so cute!</span></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;">My apologies, I've been slacking on my blogging duty. I really don't know what happened. The last thing I remember it was August 1st and then I woke up today and here it is August 26Th. I think I need to cut back on the Mountain Dew. Just to catch up a bit, the first of August we took the Beehives to Bear Lake and that was a blast. I didn't realize 12 and 13 year old girls were so boy crazy....lesson learned. My next goal for the Beehives is to get them to talk that much during my lessons on Sunday. About a week after our Bear Lake adventure, Phil and I took the kids and went to a Bee's game with my fam. Always fun to take in a Bee's game. This year was another success, Jaxon and Brynly got another baseball (thanks Uncle Kade). After that was a long week of Womens Area Co-ed Softball Tourny. I won't go into that, mainly because there would be a lot of cursing, and I know my mom reads my blog....so maybe another time. Last but not least is the Annual Tarbet trip to Jackson Hole. This year Glade and Suzette and Jordan came, and now they'll just have to come every year because we had so much fun. Some of the Jackson highlights were: Stopping so Bryn could pee every five minuets, Billy Burgers, Mom getting soaked going down the river, Mom birthday "boob cake" (Thanks Lynette, that was the best boob cake ever). Here's a few pictures of the last month. I'll be sure to blog a little more from now on. </span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
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Totally random I know! I'm turning into a Foster in my old age. It was fun though. We obviously drove up there, but you have to hike a little to get into the lake and the kids really enjoyed that. Unfortunately Brynly has begun marking her territory and randomly squatting along the trail when "nature calls". It was awesome trying to explain that one. We let the kids splash and play in the lake for a while (surprisingly the lake really wasn't that cold), then I tried out the rope swing (way fun!). We considered heading over and cliff diving but though better of it because Brynly would have wanted to try it out with us. After a couple of hours of playing in the lake we headed back down into Bear Lake for a burger and then home. Jaxon informed me next time we go we're taking fishing poles. I'll have to get my old one out and dust it off.<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
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Trek 2009<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXIhEk6UM1sfOOYxfOdAxk088TfV5NSh4haO6asSdUABvPMWHtEyH_uHmp9uZwbWZWWw0szxASu9vJNiTwRIKObpGpRHA5EmP5SikGX0rHQJlaWLU8W7baAuW-e-6S8tWBXIYK1h0cfMI/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360786337618807858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXIhEk6UM1sfOOYxfOdAxk088TfV5NSh4haO6asSdUABvPMWHtEyH_uHmp9uZwbWZWWw0szxASu9vJNiTwRIKObpGpRHA5EmP5SikGX0rHQJlaWLU8W7baAuW-e-6S8tWBXIYK1h0cfMI/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our first stop Independence Rock<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOVhAwIshzxprjSx1qP40pDYrpu4ekgD_-USziw4rTHdb0j3qIcNZBzgZ7BtSGX0GSiJJRg39Erql3zH1Ew5VhCZNwb3kGaKl8FnGsM7sOiAykGVzruUt21VGiDUo3ZKiSmTq-UZN5jw/s1600-h/021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360786078707862898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOVhAwIshzxprjSx1qP40pDYrpu4ekgD_-USziw4rTHdb0j3qIcNZBzgZ7BtSGX0GSiJJRg39Erql3zH1Ew5VhCZNwb3kGaKl8FnGsM7sOiAykGVzruUt21VGiDUo3ZKiSmTq-UZN5jw/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /></a>This is "boot-strap"...the baby I mean </div><div align="center">(Info: Boot-strap's real name is William Wignall and he was a 3 month old baby that crossed with his family in the Martin Company, but the girls nicknamed him "boot-strap because the poor baby was dressed in pink. He needed to feel like a man)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiWD88JQVJqBtfI0ZpEiXg3sDJXurtklZhjZXfh0fR4au2SCTGZD0AFhK6353D0dGEO0DTJ6ztjV5wht1uHW46RrKB1DafdtIujioJjLVNao98Al2zvnZ4AULRL-NURm6cT0UQ3f2MFgQ/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360785917722726194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiWD88JQVJqBtfI0ZpEiXg3sDJXurtklZhjZXfh0fR4au2SCTGZD0AFhK6353D0dGEO0DTJ6ztjV5wht1uHW46RrKB1DafdtIujioJjLVNao98Al2zvnZ4AULRL-NURm6cT0UQ3f2MFgQ/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /></a> DISCLAIMER: From this point forward my hair goes from "bad" to "words cannot describe" so don't hate!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiNesdQIlQ3m0F4eGOxUIloPMSqgJOpw_KERMuePgfHlO9i1s4BICuMtpsYmIyC6uYKMLCKgUoqcg1L_jaWx-w2FhL8JaMZ7LvX2TtBoCng7KrzuyAQS8oMty4ZSqLcIStRPbj04489UE/s1600-h/029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360785700564950418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiNesdQIlQ3m0F4eGOxUIloPMSqgJOpw_KERMuePgfHlO9i1s4BICuMtpsYmIyC6uYKMLCKgUoqcg1L_jaWx-w2FhL8JaMZ7LvX2TtBoCng7KrzuyAQS8oMty4ZSqLcIStRPbj04489UE/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /></a> Can you just see the excitment of pulling a handcart to camp<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hkPObJfpA_4MJlKuCRougLA4mqrpuh2TvbNlAg7x0mgnzY4ta6lDyw_50DPVowb_J30UdERp3uuIJQmlPNbBiZVXZsQNNdSwveyYruEom2gT8YCYL7qHnDp5m4x7cvESc08Jfu7VR60/s1600-h/035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360785544816616530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hkPObJfpA_4MJlKuCRougLA4mqrpuh2TvbNlAg7x0mgnzY4ta6lDyw_50DPVowb_J30UdERp3uuIJQmlPNbBiZVXZsQNNdSwveyYruEom2gT8YCYL7qHnDp5m4x7cvESc08Jfu7VR60/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /></a> Pit Stop<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf38aS_5a_9s5BE6WPSRA-Hq0SZWmkyf-Qul4u9DsXMcMcZ8xlFc_5H5mugrJZfSxCfln-rZovaVakCoy6SYlU3duaEwUDkhRh3SaEQXn71aCWptprhk1CJX4YANAcKaBDgjtzwWnlTrs/s1600-h/052.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360785345626793010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf38aS_5a_9s5BE6WPSRA-Hq0SZWmkyf-Qul4u9DsXMcMcZ8xlFc_5H5mugrJZfSxCfln-rZovaVakCoy6SYlU3duaEwUDkhRh3SaEQXn71aCWptprhk1CJX4YANAcKaBDgjtzwWnlTrs/s320/052.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is right before we went into Martins Cove<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg46k4KkkJ7iQuW_Shc0VILyIgtStanB5bd67mtUIGkk56JsX35XqT8taFSIUcFXJrxaCj3_3cFmKtFwuELjBJYppr6m1mFL7pXgyKuWx6g2U4_sLDb4bupRN-EdEbtLVI9unHSPEV9mFQ/s1600-h/054.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360785165290032306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg46k4KkkJ7iQuW_Shc0VILyIgtStanB5bd67mtUIGkk56JsX35XqT8taFSIUcFXJrxaCj3_3cFmKtFwuELjBJYppr6m1mFL7pXgyKuWx6g2U4_sLDb4bupRN-EdEbtLVI9unHSPEV9mFQ/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /></a> Me and the girls<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLJFcCeO53CuMrY3q7tKZr-jqv2jbX32bNh-pQBYgOyP8C4IrVGqOWZ6nd8VYeDOUGq6AXKb8jNO2IJmGSFgpHZsc7TpCypkg0tT3DK6B8Y28TxVjU_wsNSKSDCfIe1do4S4lj9hhBik/s1600-h/071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360784963549606802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLJFcCeO53CuMrY3q7tKZr-jqv2jbX32bNh-pQBYgOyP8C4IrVGqOWZ6nd8VYeDOUGq6AXKb8jNO2IJmGSFgpHZsc7TpCypkg0tT3DK6B8Y28TxVjU_wsNSKSDCfIe1do4S4lj9hhBik/s320/071.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our last family pic with our "cousins" </div><div>Note: my mom and dad should be in this picture because they were apart of this other family, but they booked it out of there as quick as they could. Party poopers.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQZfcbh4YgY55ZsNysfx7GxaEBsYkhISLpF_0Cal7bNU2t9AQ6LaaE8Gp9iBGk4j5HNnbsXdsZhfYlUZJ_c4qhAfQi2dJxOAgZsD8tBbsG-cUq8IeoxNi_Qf-CfA2ua4IlG-aGsGsP_w/s1600-h/073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360784843672632498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQZfcbh4YgY55ZsNysfx7GxaEBsYkhISLpF_0Cal7bNU2t9AQ6LaaE8Gp9iBGk4j5HNnbsXdsZhfYlUZJ_c4qhAfQi2dJxOAgZsD8tBbsG-cUq8IeoxNi_Qf-CfA2ua4IlG-aGsGsP_w/s320/073.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our last family pic<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdhyphenhyphenM4MM-1SjZUksSyW8roYG_3l0-7rO_YPK3JuZfwJ9A6xIwPgzEf6weChpZ6CuHY3dzy43yEK3X-Umlapj7LR5MDb5ggG7nsTjPJO9p1gMhjlE_xAEusojjLDTF3cAO5onOlDQM_g7M/s1600-h/064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360784746968003826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdhyphenhyphenM4MM-1SjZUksSyW8roYG_3l0-7rO_YPK3JuZfwJ9A6xIwPgzEf6weChpZ6CuHY3dzy43yEK3X-Umlapj7LR5MDb5ggG7nsTjPJO9p1gMhjlE_xAEusojjLDTF3cAO5onOlDQM_g7M/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /></a> The kids having way too much fun on the bus ride home</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div align="left">We made it back from our Trek to Martin's Cove! The coyotes didn't eat me, the snakes didn't get in my tent and I even came home tick free. I think I came home tick free because I smelled to bad they didn't even want to try. I tried to put the pictures in the order that they happend. First day, got up and the un-holy hour of 3:30 in the morning. Loaded buses and drove a very long and boring six hours to Independence Rock. On the bus we were able to get to know the "kids" and "aunts" in our family. I have to say that I really enjoyed our family. The kids and the aunts were so much fun. Independence Rock was really neat. We didn't get to spend as much time there as we would have liked, but it was still neat to see. We were hoping to go explore a cave at the back of the big rock where there is still, supposedly, names carved in from those who came across the plains in the 1800's. I guess I'll just take their word for it. After the rock we headed over to Martin's Cove ,which is where we camped, and got our handcarts and headed to camp. One really neat thing; there is a dog (Great Pyrenese) there and when a group shows up for a Trek he comes and walks with you and protects your group from rattlesnakes and whatever else comes around. His name is Oscar and you can actually read about him in the July Friend. He's a pretty popular dog. The next day was the "Big Day" of Martin's Cove which was a really neat experiance. What a peaceful place, it was neat to finally see the place that I have been reading about for so long. An interesting note, Oscar didn't follow us up into Martin's Cove, he headed back out to the picnic area. He followed us everywhere else though. After the Cove we headed over to cross the Sweetwater another really neat experiance. Then dropped our handcarts off and walked back to camp. That day was a lot of walking and a lot of people came back to camp with blisters. The next day we broke camp and loaded the buses up. We then drove to Rock Creek Hollow, where the Willie Handcart people had such a hard time. That was probably my favorite day. We came and started to walk down into the hollow, and each family got a baby to carry with them through the whole trek, and at the hollow they take your baby away. Obviously representing the many people that died there and other places along the trail. That part wasn't easy but it really hit home. After we got down into the hollow we had a devotional and the last song was "Come Come Ye Saint's " which is a tear jerker, but add random people standing up and putting a white shawl on to represent the people that died, nobody made it through with a dry eye. I looked around at the end and I only had 5 out of my 10 famliy members left. </div><div align="left">We had some really great experiances on the Trek and one of my other favorite parts was that I got to be in the same campground as my mom and dad. So our familys did about everthing together. It was awesome being able to do those things with my mom and dad. It's always great to go home though, especially after three days without a shower. And of course I missed Jaxon and Brynly so we were excited to make it home. I am really grateful to have had to opportunity to go on the Trek. It was something that I don't think I'll ever forget.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
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My friends from college always wondered why I love Lewiston so much. They should come to a 4Th of July celebration and they would understand. First we start off with a hearty fireman's breakfast (can't celebrate on a empty stomach). Next is the huge (I'd say even bigger then the Parade of Roses) Lewiston parade, where Phil and I.....well mostly me try to keep our kids out of the way so they don't get flattened by the floats. Then, of course, we need to eat again, so over to the park for games, rides and FOOD. As well as a lot of chatting with old friends and family. For those who aren't really into relaxing on the fourth (that would be my husband), there is the 3 on 3 basketball and the softball tournament. Phil really enjoys putting on the softball tournament so we've been doing that for the past four years. It's fun but it's a lot of work and I'm hoping to talk him out of it for next year. So far I'm losing the battle, but I've got a whole year of persuasion, and I don't give up easily! After the fun and games is the final finale, the "Lewiston Fireworks". Now I wouldn't compare it with the "Stadium of Fire" (we couldn't get the Jonas Brothers to come this year), but it's fireworks! </div><div align="left">The fourth of July was always my favorite summer event growing up. I always hated to miss it. I think I have already trained Jaxon and Brynly to feel the same way. They really seemed to enjoy the fourth. The rides at the park were their favorite. They would have done that all day if mom and dad kept forking out the money. It was a great day, although it seemed to fly by. Thankfully Mom got some pictures because I am still forgetting to bring my camera everywhere I go. Thanks Mom!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
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We had a blast a Lagoon, I'm sad we didn't have time for Lagoona Beach, but by the time 5:00 rolled around we were exhausted and ready to go home. The next time we go Phil and I are determined to stay until Lagoon closes. This first time was our warm-up. Jaxon and Brynly loved the rides (well Jaxon more the Brynly). Brynly was indecisive on a few, I think next year she'll be ready. Brady and Kelsey got Grandma Sally to go on Wicked (I'm impressed). I'm pretty sure I heard Grandma swearing throughout the whole ride, Wicked lives up to it's name. The poor kids that sat in front of us (me, Phil, Kelsey,Brady) I'm sure their ears were burning by the time we were through with the ride. Jessica, Brady and I tried our nerves out on The Rocket, and I'm pretty sure my stomach has not returned to it's normal place yet. Jaxon and Brynly even tried out the Haunted House. Brynly came out crying and Jaxon made it through un-traumatized, and they even slept through the night with no nightmares. I'm sure we'll be heading back to Lagoon in the near future (hopefully with Grandpa Brooks next time).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
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Jaxon and Brynly look forward to "swimming and slip and sliding" at the pool every year. This year Grandpa Brooks and Grandma Sally graced us with their presence in the pool and even put on the swimming suits. We even got Grandpa in the pool and on the slide! Grandpa had a hard time making it down the slide and he and Brynly even spent some time at the bottom of the slide pool for a few seconds while Grandpa tried to get his footing. I wish I had caught that on camera, it was hilarious! Jessica brought Molly into the pool and I did my homework and looked around, studied all the babies there and came to the conclusion that Molly was hands down, no argument, the cutest baby there. Jaxon and Brynly agree. I thought we had worn the kids down pretty well by the end of the day, but it turns out that Phil and I were the ones worn down. I have a feeling I'm going to have to get used to it, because Phil and I were informed on the way home that there will be plenty of pool visits in the future.</div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
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