<?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-5769225005363224461</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:37:39.190-08:00</updated><category term='outings'/><category term='Ian'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>Kirblog</title><subtitle type='html'>manic mommy musings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-3708099564124628498</id><published>2012-02-16T21:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T21:37:39.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Bedroom Makeover</title><content type='html'>I redid our bedroom for Valentine's Day and surprised Ben when he got home from work. I got a headboard, new duvet, sewed some pillow covers, rearranged furniture and covered the lamps with fabric! Everything is gray and green. I have been wanting to hang out in my bedroom all week!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Yb1oml3BGvw/Tz3nXoMflmI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/DnwPuOWKgnE/s640/blogger-image--302852982.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Yb1oml3BGvw/Tz3nXoMflmI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/DnwPuOWKgnE/s640/blogger-image--302852982.jpg" /&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/5769225005363224461-3708099564124628498?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3708099564124628498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=3708099564124628498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3708099564124628498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3708099564124628498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentine-bedroom-makeover.html' title='Valentine Bedroom Makeover'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Yb1oml3BGvw/Tz3nXoMflmI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/DnwPuOWKgnE/s72-c/blogger-image--302852982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-1472232038312778266</id><published>2012-02-10T17:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T21:37:30.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Lucy!</title><content type='html'>I just love this baby girl of mine! I love that she is the "unifier" of the siblings; urge kids usually have someone they aren't getting along with, but never Lucy! Everybody loves Lucy. We are so happy she is part of this crazy family. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-T_r5IcABefI/TzXEx3aZQEI/AAAAAAAAB4I/-lHhuS7Sba0/s640/blogger-image--1542860023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-T_r5IcABefI/TzXEx3aZQEI/AAAAAAAAB4I/-lHhuS7Sba0/s640/blogger-image--1542860023.jpg" /&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/5769225005363224461-1472232038312778266?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1472232038312778266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=1472232038312778266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/1472232038312778266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/1472232038312778266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-love-lucy.html' title='I Love Lucy!'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-T_r5IcABefI/TzXEx3aZQEI/AAAAAAAAB4I/-lHhuS7Sba0/s72-c/blogger-image--1542860023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-2609536337969255580</id><published>2012-01-28T15:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:43:59.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm January Days</title><content type='html'>I LOVE it when it is warm in January. Ben took the boys to Legoland and I took the girls to the zoo. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AdWB1_1oeZk/TySIPqEQG7I/AAAAAAAAB34/ln-u6bphkTk/s640/blogger-image-387638649.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AdWB1_1oeZk/TySIPqEQG7I/AAAAAAAAB34/ln-u6bphkTk/s640/blogger-image-387638649.jpg" /&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/5769225005363224461-2609536337969255580?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2609536337969255580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=2609536337969255580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2609536337969255580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2609536337969255580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2012/01/warm-january-days.html' title='Warm January Days'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AdWB1_1oeZk/TySIPqEQG7I/AAAAAAAAB34/ln-u6bphkTk/s72-c/blogger-image-387638649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-8238904479756385056</id><published>2012-01-04T21:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:34:39.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you do for Christmas?</title><content type='html'>One of our Christmas traditions: going to see crazy Christmas lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PcixEQ-cNxc/TwU16Kep0EI/AAAAAAAABtM/BksDYIk4kM4/s640/blogger-image--647344191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PcixEQ-cNxc/TwU16Kep0EI/AAAAAAAABtM/BksDYIk4kM4/s640/blogger-image--647344191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so traditional: swimming on Christmas Eve. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-v4jEBUio8Oc/TwU16uXug8I/AAAAAAAABtU/ZNqm54VxpbQ/s640/blogger-image--1700116649.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-v4jEBUio8Oc/TwU16uXug8I/AAAAAAAABtU/ZNqm54VxpbQ/s640/blogger-image--1700116649.jpg" border="0" /&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/5769225005363224461-8238904479756385056?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8238904479756385056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=8238904479756385056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8238904479756385056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8238904479756385056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-did-you-do-for-christmas.html' title='What did you do for Christmas?'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PcixEQ-cNxc/TwU16Kep0EI/AAAAAAAABtM/BksDYIk4kM4/s72-c/blogger-image--647344191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-6695479041908567219</id><published>2012-01-04T21:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T21:29:53.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Fun</title><content type='html'>Spent a great week in Utah visiting Ben's sister in Mt. Pleasant, seeing both sets of grandparents and 7 siblings, catching up with old friends, and ringing in the New Year with some sweet puzzle action, playing 2011 charades and Just Dance on the Wii. Good times!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTsYPMcgJMQ/TwU1S77zMaI/AAAAAAAABss/4FTDA9fVQRs/s640/blogger-image--1022662850.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTsYPMcgJMQ/TwU1S77zMaI/AAAAAAAABss/4FTDA9fVQRs/s640/blogger-image--1022662850.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EqL6FVtTtj0/TwU1TdRoggI/AAAAAAAABs0/wID6tojcgAU/s640/blogger-image-1825621654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EqL6FVtTtj0/TwU1TdRoggI/AAAAAAAABs0/wID6tojcgAU/s640/blogger-image-1825621654.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rMXSXDf0ryY/TwU1ToPVSkI/AAAAAAAABs8/heJLwio73bw/s640/blogger-image-296115385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rMXSXDf0ryY/TwU1ToPVSkI/AAAAAAAABs8/heJLwio73bw/s640/blogger-image-296115385.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-B53igi1Xgi4/TwU1Tyijj5I/AAAAAAAABtE/ewZ77x6qU7A/s640/blogger-image-1525281353.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-B53igi1Xgi4/TwU1Tyijj5I/AAAAAAAABtE/ewZ77x6qU7A/s640/blogger-image-1525281353.jpg" /&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/5769225005363224461-6695479041908567219?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6695479041908567219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=6695479041908567219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6695479041908567219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6695479041908567219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2012/01/utah-fun.html' title='Utah Fun'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTsYPMcgJMQ/TwU1S77zMaI/AAAAAAAABss/4FTDA9fVQRs/s72-c/blogger-image--1022662850.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-2205272889576725535</id><published>2011-11-02T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T20:50:12.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween, again.</title><content type='html'>Okay, yes, it's been a while. I have a whole list of excuses, but really, I'm just busy. But for now, here are some Halloween pics from this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy on the porch with pumpkins, our jack o'lanterns, our front-yard spider, and an awesome family of Angry Birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HamG1Nic8/TrG_uA-Yy8I/AAAAAAAABrc/M2-rCRM26VQ/s1600/DSC_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HamG1Nic8/TrG_uA-Yy8I/AAAAAAAABrc/M2-rCRM26VQ/s320/DSC_0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670524203092724674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7IGzApbR1k/TrG_4kCI3rI/AAAAAAAABro/wiN6AY7HMbQ/s1600/DSC_0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7IGzApbR1k/TrG_4kCI3rI/AAAAAAAABro/wiN6AY7HMbQ/s320/DSC_0140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670524384302390962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp6PdAlM_Ag/TrHARjCpeVI/AAAAAAAABr0/Whfxye4n9CQ/s1600/DSC_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp6PdAlM_Ag/TrHARjCpeVI/AAAAAAAABr0/Whfxye4n9CQ/s400/DSC_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670524813532821842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPu95pxIPi8/TrG-ttK9JwI/AAAAAAAABrE/_OAKwF1sPBY/s1600/DSC_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPu95pxIPi8/TrG-ttK9JwI/AAAAAAAABrE/_OAKwF1sPBY/s320/DSC_0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670523098265102082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-2205272889576725535?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2205272889576725535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=2205272889576725535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2205272889576725535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2205272889576725535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-again.html' title='Halloween, again.'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-HamG1Nic8/TrG_uA-Yy8I/AAAAAAAABrc/M2-rCRM26VQ/s72-c/DSC_0048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-2612174033709968505</id><published>2010-11-10T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:28:30.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TNuMrl2y4KI/AAAAAAAABio/gEyvFy3fbm0/s1600/Pumpkin%2BPatch%2BCollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TNuMrl2y4KI/AAAAAAAABio/gEyvFy3fbm0/s400/Pumpkin%2BPatch%2BCollage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538174847306358946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a kick out of the Socal Pumpkin patches that are smack in the middle of the urban sprawl. Just lay out a bunch of pumpkins, put up a few hay bales, decorate with some corn, and VOILA, you've got yourself a real-life pumpkin patch. Throw in some ponies, goats, and a haunted house and it's a fair!  The downer is that the pony rides cost $5 and the bounce house is $2 for five minutes! But this year we took the kids, and had ourselves some fall fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-2612174033709968505?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2612174033709968505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=2612174033709968505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2612174033709968505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2612174033709968505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2010/11/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TNuMrl2y4KI/AAAAAAAABio/gEyvFy3fbm0/s72-c/Pumpkin%2BPatch%2BCollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-2407180765214923884</id><published>2010-10-31T15:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T16:03:01.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Halloween, this is Halloween...</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween to all you boys and ghouls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TM30lw1dl5I/AAAAAAAABiY/vlqxNnvxxsw/s1600/DSC_0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TM30lw1dl5I/AAAAAAAABiY/vlqxNnvxxsw/s320/DSC_0117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534348446709684114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TM30le86r6I/AAAAAAAABiQ/LVEdUr6RBPQ/s1600/DSC_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TM30le86r6I/AAAAAAAABiQ/LVEdUr6RBPQ/s320/DSC_0113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534348441909112738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pac-man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TM302SZY_KI/AAAAAAAABig/VU3UmlrZSO4/s1600/DSC_0130_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TM302SZY_KI/AAAAAAAABig/VU3UmlrZSO4/s320/DSC_0130_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534348730596654242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Princess Peach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TM30BMSTnWI/AAAAAAAABiI/wmLWrdbHCNc/s1600/DSC_0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TM30BMSTnWI/AAAAAAAABiI/wmLWrdbHCNc/s320/DSC_0202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534347818423262562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and this little ladybug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TM30A8yuQFI/AAAAAAAABiA/704L07-_SMw/s1600/DSC_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-2407180765214923884?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2407180765214923884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=2407180765214923884' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2407180765214923884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2407180765214923884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-halloween-this-is-halloween.html' title='This is Halloween, this is Halloween...'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TM30lw1dl5I/AAAAAAAABiY/vlqxNnvxxsw/s72-c/DSC_0117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-3015345671945785369</id><published>2010-10-24T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:28:21.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update</title><content type='html'>Lucy is already five and a half months -she has grown so much! I feel like she needs an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy continues to be a happy baby and sleeps 8 hours at night! She rolls over both ways and can pretty much roll anywhere she wants to go. She even does a pretty good job entertaining herself. Two teeth have broken through and rice cereal is a hit! She loves to grab the spoon and "feed herself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TMUhGIpedHI/AAAAAAAABho/72ZF_88E4oI/s1600/DSC_0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TMUhGIpedHI/AAAAAAAABho/72ZF_88E4oI/s320/DSC_0256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531864106578900082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucy listens intently if you say Mama or Dada and wants to join in any fun her siblings are having. She has these big baby blues and a smile that just melts you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TMUgeAzsWnI/AAAAAAAABhY/8BjgcOgufcE/s1600/DSC_0154_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TMUgeAzsWnI/AAAAAAAABhY/8BjgcOgufcE/s400/DSC_0154_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531863417279502962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TMUgee5UKkI/AAAAAAAABhg/o26JfsmyPMg/s1600/DSC_0125_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TMUgee5UKkI/AAAAAAAABhg/o26JfsmyPMg/s400/DSC_0125_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531863425356147266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you even stand how adorable she is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TMUdxqgvkNI/AAAAAAAABhQ/DgfEAhkso9E/s1600/DSC_0020_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TMUdxqgvkNI/AAAAAAAABhQ/DgfEAhkso9E/s400/DSC_0020_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531860456356942034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-3015345671945785369?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3015345671945785369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=3015345671945785369' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3015345671945785369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3015345671945785369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TMUhGIpedHI/AAAAAAAABho/72ZF_88E4oI/s72-c/DSC_0256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-86768403521065179</id><published>2010-10-13T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:07:24.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>Now that I got the summer post out of the way (phew!) I can move on to other stuff. My kids started school at the beginning of September -about six weeks ago- but it's still blog-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLvEmRaIzMI/AAAAAAAABgw/-cn2tg3Z9_s/s1600/DSC_0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLvEmRaIzMI/AAAAAAAABgw/-cn2tg3Z9_s/s320/DSC_0102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529229129314520258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ian&lt;/span&gt; is in fourth grade now and rides his bike to school. He started playing violin as part of the music program at school and loves it! He's still doing swim team, and was moved up to the older team. They swim two hours every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt; is in 2nd grade and is getting used to a stricter, home-work lovin' teacher. It's good for him! He's playing soccer and enjoys being a defender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt; started preschool two days a week and looooves it. She insists on taking her backpack, even though she doesn't need one. Her favorite thing to do is play in the playhouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLvHPXCLOBI/AAAAAAAABhA/oMImvuhKXJY/s1600/DSC_0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLvHPXCLOBI/AAAAAAAABhA/oMImvuhKXJY/s320/DSC_0219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529232034222520338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLvF_QsMxJI/AAAAAAAABg4/Pa9QhzfEXko/s1600/DSC_0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLvDBHYDs9I/AAAAAAAABgo/FMNsw0d11Pw/s1600/DSC_0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLvHPzrCiAI/AAAAAAAABhI/ESOFVdoPLt8/s1600/DSC_0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLvHPzrCiAI/AAAAAAAABhI/ESOFVdoPLt8/s320/DSC_0250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529232041910110210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-86768403521065179?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/86768403521065179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=86768403521065179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/86768403521065179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/86768403521065179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLvEmRaIzMI/AAAAAAAABgw/-cn2tg3Z9_s/s72-c/DSC_0102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-7251208213215398326</id><published>2010-09-26T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T15:12:38.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Recap!</title><content type='html'>I have to crank out this post so I can be free and move on to others...you understand, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer was a sleep-deprived blur...I guess that's what a new baby does  to you! We did manage to do some fun things I had to report on the  blog, though.&lt;br /&gt;In     July, we celebrated the 4th with a bike parade and breakfast at our  church. The kids decorated     their bikes and zoomed around the church  parking lot. Here's our bishop announcing the beginning of the parade.  "This is not a race, okay?" Riiiight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLPiGr3jS0I/AAAAAAAABe4/yFHW2nT4ZII/s1600/DSC_0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLPiGr3jS0I/AAAAAAAABe4/yFHW2nT4ZII/s320/DSC_0329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527009772196547394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLP1PDA3hqI/AAAAAAAABgQ/x7UzVfIxGdg/s1600/DSC_0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLP1PDA3hqI/AAAAAAAABgQ/x7UzVfIxGdg/s320/DSC_0354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527030806569518754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A week later, we had a family reunion with Ben's family in the  Redwoods in Northern California. The drive was long and the stay was way  too short. I married into an incredibly fun and united family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLPqhVHHhNI/AAAAAAAABfo/FA2bzIpJmno/s1600/DSC_0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLPqhVHHhNI/AAAAAAAABfo/FA2bzIpJmno/s320/DSC_0225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527019026037310674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Redwood National Forest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLPn1rh_odI/AAAAAAAABfQ/9Zs0oLsXrVk/s1600/DSC_0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLPn1rh_odI/AAAAAAAABfQ/9Zs0oLsXrVk/s320/DSC_0193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527016077118120402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Getting ready for the the famous races! Cousins in each age group race each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLPmKFVTpgI/AAAAAAAABfI/Vfhr_JiJnUY/s1600/DSC_0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLPmKFVTpgI/AAAAAAAABfI/Vfhr_JiJnUY/s320/DSC_0179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527014228618356226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ian won his division!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLPmJ39lxWI/AAAAAAAABfA/0xfh3EQwOIg/s1600/DSC_0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLPmJ39lxWI/AAAAAAAABfA/0xfh3EQwOIg/s320/DSC_0105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527014225029219682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A day at the beach. It was definitely not sunny Southern California, but still a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLPn2O5lPXI/AAAAAAAABfg/-YU17jdr1so/s1600/outlaws_2010-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLPn2O5lPXI/AAAAAAAABfg/-YU17jdr1so/s320/outlaws_2010-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527016086612295026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;The "outlaw" in-law  picture. We're sooo bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet baby Lucy was blessed on August 1st. Notice the new suit...Ben had to buy one to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the bishopric&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLPuFUabl7I/AAAAAAAABfw/785vgZvB10Q/s1600/DSC_0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLPuFUabl7I/AAAAAAAABfw/785vgZvB10Q/s320/DSC_0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527022942860056498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLP0A0VQY4I/AAAAAAAABgI/lPAlDgV0dHI/s1600/DSC_0234_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLP0A0VQY4I/AAAAAAAABgI/lPAlDgV0dHI/s320/DSC_0234_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527029462598706050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My mom made Lucy's beautiful dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not go to the beach enough! My favorite beach trips were the 3rd annual Three Arch Bay Mom's Beach Retreat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLP3zbhntiI/AAAAAAAABgY/aPZNsvig29o/s1600/IMG_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLP3zbhntiI/AAAAAAAABgY/aPZNsvig29o/s320/IMG_0383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527033630647891490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We missed getting a picture with the later group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and our first trip to San Clemente Beach on Labor Day. It was relaxing just hanging out with friends, and the waves in San Clemente were perfect for boogie boarding...even Kate gave it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLP5HVFi4hI/AAAAAAAABgg/IdajwI3zdEM/s1600/DSC_0162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLP5HVFi4hI/AAAAAAAABgg/IdajwI3zdEM/s320/DSC_0162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527035072028533266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLPyWjQYQ9I/AAAAAAAABf4/qWlAmB7ta3Q/s1600/DSC_0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLPyWjQYQ9I/AAAAAAAABf4/qWlAmB7ta3Q/s320/DSC_0174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527027636948714450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great summer yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-7251208213215398326?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7251208213215398326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=7251208213215398326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7251208213215398326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7251208213215398326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-recap.html' title='Summer Recap!'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TLPiGr3jS0I/AAAAAAAABe4/yFHW2nT4ZII/s72-c/DSC_0329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-8059352748417428313</id><published>2010-09-05T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:48:32.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TIRwMmXko_I/AAAAAAAABeg/GPgvl_K_Jn4/s1600/Utah+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TIRwMmXko_I/AAAAAAAABeg/GPgvl_K_Jn4/s320/Utah+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513655205568488434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TIRx-l3Y1bI/AAAAAAAABeo/hMtxMQ9sFiA/s1600/DSC_0119_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TIRx-l3Y1bI/AAAAAAAABeo/hMtxMQ9sFiA/s320/DSC_0119_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513657163938583986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my girls, each at about three months, in the same outfit! Can you tell them apart? DO you think they look alike, or different?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-8059352748417428313?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8059352748417428313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=8059352748417428313' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8059352748417428313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8059352748417428313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2010/09/girlies.html' title='Girlies'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TIRwMmXko_I/AAAAAAAABeg/GPgvl_K_Jn4/s72-c/Utah+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-4518602971272186227</id><published>2010-08-02T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T08:00:36.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and found</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday night I took my children to a farewell dinner at a community park for friends who were moving. Ben was at work-related meeting and I was glad to take the kids to free dinner! I told them we'd have to leave just before 8pm to go and pick up pictures at Costco for a church camp they were all participating in that week. While at the park, my kids seemed to be playing happily. Jacob and Ian had brought their Razor scooters and Jacob was taking full advantage of riding the many sidewalks at the large park. I have to admit I checked on my boys only every once in a while, since Kate is usually the one I worry about. This park also had a clear perimeter, so it’s not like they could just wander off. I even remember saying to someone that night, "I have to check on Kate all the time, but I don't worry as much about my older boys."&lt;br /&gt;About 7:50pm I started picking up our things and getting ready to go. I looked for my kids to tell them we were leaving, but could only find Ian and Kate. I got the kids and stuff in the car, thinking Jacob was around somewhere, probably on his Razor, since I couldn't find that either. I would look for him after I got the baby and stuff in the car. I sent Ian on the other Razor to look around the park, to see if he could see Jacob near the perimeter of the park. It was getting dark at this point and it was hard to see that far. Ian didn't find him so I left all the kids in the van and headed out on the Razor myself to look for Jacob. I told some of our friends who were still at the park that Jacob was missing and they helped me look. I was a little worried, but not too much, knowing he must be hiding in some bushes, or in the bathrooms.&lt;br /&gt;Just after 8pm I started to really worry. We had exhausted all possibilities at the park. A police officer was routinely circling the parking lot, and I approached him to help. He got out of his car and began peppering me with questions. He notified his unit. I called Ben to come home from his meeting. Friends were still looking around the park. The officer kept asking me if he could have gone home, but I didn’t think he would know the way home. Plus, it was pretty far. I was holding back tears as I answered endless questions and began calling people (at the request of the police)  who had been at the park, especially Jacob’s friends he had been playing with.&lt;br /&gt;During that first fifteen minutes, some men who had been playing soccer in an adjacent field came to the police and told them they had seen a strange man hovering around the park that evening. They said they may have seen him taking a little boy away from near the bathrooms. At this point, I broke down. Just the sheer terror of the reality that someone could have taken my child swept over me. The officer tried to keep me calm by telling me that most likely, that had not happened. They detained the witnesses, however, and they remained there throughout the search, as an embodiment of that very real, horrifying possibility. Others who were at the park began calling members of our ward and stake. Our bishop’s phone was ringing off the hook, he told me later.&lt;br /&gt;The search shifted as we got a call from a member of our ward who said that his wife, our Relief Society president, had seen Jacob near our neighborhood pool. She had happened to see him while driving by and noted the time. Her husband called her a few minutes later and told her we were searching for Jacob. She told him that she had seen him. We told the police and our search moved to our neighborhood. I was detained at the park, but we all felt relieved that someone had seen Jacob, that he had made it home on his scooter. But the search was still on. In the meantime, Ben was told to go home instead of coming to the park. The police wanted someone at home, waiting, with the lights on, so Jacob would stay there if he went home again. We called all of our neighbors and church members who live close by to begin looking. Emails went out and more people responded to those. Police were sent to any locations we thought Jacob might go to…friends, the school, etc. Finally the police officer said he had been found. Seconds later, we found out that a church friend who knew Jacob had found him and he was safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob’s story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob left the park because he had soiled his pants. He was embarrassed and didn't want to tell anyone. He took matters into his own hands and decided to go home on his Razor, take a shower and change. It was three miles, and he crossed at least two busy streets to get there. He did make it home, but no one was there and the doors were locked. So he decided to ride to Costco, since that is where we had planned to go after going to the park, thinking we would be there. That is when Kim, our Relief Society president, happened to see him as he rode past our neighborhood pool. Jacob rode another two miles to Costco, but it was closed. Then he headed back home. By this time it was dark and he was really scared. He stopped and said a prayer that he would make it home. A few blocks later, as he was crossing a very busy six-lane, 50 mile-an-hour speed-limit road with oncoming traffic, our dear friend Jennie saw him. She didn’t know we were looking for him. She got him in her van to take him home. She dropped him off at the pool where many people had gathered to help search for him.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob rode a total of 7 miles and was missing for an hour. He could have been kidnapped. He could have been hit by a car. But he is safe. He is safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even begin to express how grateful I am. First, for prayer, and for those who answered those prayers. I am grateful to police officers, who do their job every day, who use experience and training to help efficiently  in times of crisis. I am amazed by the network of the church, how fast we were able to find Jacob, how many people stopped to pray and moved into action at a moment’s notice. I believe that angels were there to help us that night, both angels on earth, who stood by our side, who searched, who watched my other children, who held my baby, who called and mobilized others, who drove me home, and angels in heaven, who I believe watched out for Jacob on his journey. I also know it was through my relationships with two church sisters, whom I would otherwise never have met, that Jacob was found. They knew him, recognized him in the dark and helped him find his way home. The Lord also knows us, recognizes us and helps us to find our way home. It is through others that He does so. I realize things could have turned out differently, if that had been the Lord’s will. But it was not, and for now I am grateful for my family and having my son safe at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-4518602971272186227?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4518602971272186227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=4518602971272186227' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4518602971272186227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4518602971272186227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2010/08/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and found'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-4627165796538418078</id><published>2010-06-20T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:25:08.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies and purple Jacarandas</title><content type='html'>In the spring, Ben was telling the kids that our new baby would be  coming when the Jacarandas bloom. The Jacaranda is an otherwise boring  tree, but come May, it suddenly turns into this gorgeous purple wonder.  Our neighborhood is lined with them, so it looks pretty spectacular.  Hey, it's really the only sign of spring we get around here. So here's  Lucy, about one month old, in front of the Jacaranda trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TMUho7ivW4I/AAAAAAAABhw/XdbzbaUBSIw/s1600/DSC_0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TMUho7ivW4I/AAAAAAAABhw/XdbzbaUBSIw/s320/DSC_0154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531864704356408194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-4627165796538418078?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4627165796538418078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=4627165796538418078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4627165796538418078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4627165796538418078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2010/06/babies-and-purple-jacarandas.html' title='Babies and purple Jacarandas'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TMUho7ivW4I/AAAAAAAABhw/XdbzbaUBSIw/s72-c/DSC_0154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-1522580206789349764</id><published>2010-06-11T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T22:40:30.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month</title><content type='html'>Baby Lucy is one month old! We are truly enjoying every minute with her. You can't help it...she's adorable, smells delicious and has a captivating smile. She is also a ravenous eater and therefore growing up way too fast. She weighed 8 lbs. 7 oz. at two weeks and 10 lbs. 7 oz. at 1 month. Bring on the cheeks and fat rolls!&lt;br /&gt;What do the sibs think of her? The boys like Lucy, but only pay attention to her about 15 seconds a day. Theyhad two days off school this week and experienced a lot of *crying baby.* Their thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;Ian: "Can we take her back to the hospital now?"&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: "Can she go back in your tummy now?"&lt;br /&gt;Sorry brothers, she's here to stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little worried about Kate's reaction to a new sibling since she demands so much of my attention, but she could not love her little sister more! Kate always lets me know if Lucy is crying, wants to hold her, helps with diaper changes and is excited about every little thing she does.&lt;br /&gt;"Look baby sister is moving her head!"&lt;br /&gt;"Look, baby sister has eyelashes!"&lt;br /&gt;"Look, baby sister smiled at me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sure love our little Lucy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TBRp0DAPQuI/AAAAAAAABd8/WFSlqbP6Jlg/s1600/DSC_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TBRp0DAPQuI/AAAAAAAABd8/WFSlqbP6Jlg/s320/DSC_0024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482122989297156834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TBRrK8Ag59I/AAAAAAAABeE/T0JHiNGPIIA/s1600/DSC_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TBRrK8Ag59I/AAAAAAAABeE/T0JHiNGPIIA/s320/DSC_0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482124482067883986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;two weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TBRr49xMP9I/AAAAAAAABeM/BbufabiWAak/s1600/Lucyedited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TBRr49xMP9I/AAAAAAAABeM/BbufabiWAak/s320/Lucyedited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482125272814469074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;three weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TBRnu6PaK-I/AAAAAAAABds/O7PVdP7wy48/s1600/DSC_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TBRnu6PaK-I/AAAAAAAABds/O7PVdP7wy48/s320/DSC_0212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482120702022265826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TBRsRQuj-VI/AAAAAAAABeU/XbzLKwWD61I/s1600/DSC_0245_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TBRsRQuj-VI/AAAAAAAABeU/XbzLKwWD61I/s320/DSC_0245_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482125690220575058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one month&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/5769225005363224461-1522580206789349764?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1522580206789349764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=1522580206789349764' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/1522580206789349764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/1522580206789349764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-month.html' title='One Month'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/TBRp0DAPQuI/AAAAAAAABd8/WFSlqbP6Jlg/s72-c/DSC_0024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-3450363254300110678</id><published>2010-05-08T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:24:00.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Lucy is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S-W4d6M4G7I/AAAAAAAABdE/VspCVS0D6pA/s1600/Lucy+coming+home-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S-W4d6M4G7I/AAAAAAAABdE/VspCVS0D6pA/s400/Lucy+coming+home-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468980146490317746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucy M-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;born 12:04 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, May 6th&lt;br /&gt;7 lbs. 7 oz.&lt;br /&gt;19.5 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't be happier with the newest addition to our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S-W5-OA-DXI/AAAAAAAABdU/XA_QR1pBJhM/s1600/DSC_0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S-W5-OA-DXI/AAAAAAAABdU/XA_QR1pBJhM/s320/DSC_0181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468981801076526450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S-W5_pmgVEI/AAAAAAAABdk/l401C3Anh3s/s1600/DSC_0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S-W5_pmgVEI/AAAAAAAABdk/l401C3Anh3s/s320/DSC_0116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468981825661588546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S-W5_JGqpKI/AAAAAAAABdc/onEbxQliSLk/s1600/DSC_0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S-W5_JGqpKI/AAAAAAAABdc/onEbxQliSLk/s320/DSC_0169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468981816938112162" border="0" /&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/5769225005363224461-3450363254300110678?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3450363254300110678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=3450363254300110678' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3450363254300110678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3450363254300110678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-lucy-is-here.html' title='Baby Lucy is here!'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S-W4d6M4G7I/AAAAAAAABdE/VspCVS0D6pA/s72-c/Lucy+coming+home-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-6152768761830151148</id><published>2010-04-25T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:25:12.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All by himself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S9UVmAT0CzI/AAAAAAAABc0/h01kNvFpBhM/s1600/DSC_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S9UVmAT0CzI/AAAAAAAABc0/h01kNvFpBhM/s200/DSC_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464297465546279730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S9T_UBHk0FI/AAAAAAAABcU/vri3H7QuQlg/s1600/DSC_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S9T_UBHk0FI/AAAAAAAABcU/vri3H7QuQlg/s320/DSC_0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464272967269929042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child learned to make cookies. Good cookies. All. By. Himself. All that chocolatey deliciousness without lifting a finger.  Maybe I can get him to start making dinner, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It IS an easy recipe, if you want to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quick-Mix Chocolate Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 box devil's food cake mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1/2 cup vegetable oil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chocolate chips&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Heat oven to 350°F. In large bowl, mix all ingredients with spoon until dough forms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Shape dough into 1-inch balls. On ungreased cookie sheets, place balls about 2 inches apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Bake 10 to 12 minutes or until set. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cool 1 minute; remove from cookie sheets to cooling racks. Cool completely, about 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Store tightly covered. Makes 30 cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-6152768761830151148?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6152768761830151148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=6152768761830151148' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6152768761830151148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6152768761830151148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-by-himself.html' title='All by himself...'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S9UVmAT0CzI/AAAAAAAABc0/h01kNvFpBhM/s72-c/DSC_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-7887090662365608476</id><published>2010-04-14T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:11:42.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>I love taking pictures. I love my kids. I love Easter clothes. I love spring flowers. For all these reasons, I must take pictures of my cute kids, in their cute Easter clothes, in front of cute flowers. The question is, "Why is this so hard?"&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, out of 160 pictures I snapped -in about 10-15 minutes- I got *10* pictures where all three were actually looking at the camera -looking, not smiling, or being cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is hard for kids when the following don't make the cut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yawn&lt;br /&gt;The pirate face&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S8XltAPWPAI/AAAAAAAABbU/Dup827ENVaw/s1600/DSC_0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S8XltAPWPAI/AAAAAAAABbU/Dup827ENVaw/s200/DSC_0170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460022684577840130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S8Xluhyyc5I/AAAAAAAABbk/Jo3Q6w2SGWg/s1600/DSC_0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S8Xluhyyc5I/AAAAAAAABbk/Jo3Q6w2SGWg/s200/DSC_0187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460022710764729234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tongue&lt;br /&gt;The crazy pose&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S8XlvKTE32I/AAAAAAAABbs/eVAZYth_mCk/s1600/DSC_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S8XlvKTE32I/AAAAAAAABbs/eVAZYth_mCk/s200/DSC_0188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460022721637572450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S8XnaolVOZI/AAAAAAAABb0/vljXQz48U5s/s1600/DSC_0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S8XnaolVOZI/AAAAAAAABb0/vljXQz48U5s/s200/DSC_0147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460024568013207954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fake smile&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S8Xlt5GmCAI/AAAAAAAABbc/Hi2lGr8IiC0/s1600/DSC_0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S8Xlt5GmCAI/AAAAAAAABbc/Hi2lGr8IiC0/s200/DSC_0185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460022699841947650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the pushing, whining, yelling, scratching of crotches and closing of eyes that goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once in a while I get lucky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S8X0DCgOcNI/AAAAAAAABcE/NybBgMtX7pQ/s1600/KidsEaster_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S8X0DCgOcNI/AAAAAAAABcE/NybBgMtX7pQ/s400/KidsEaster_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460038456305414354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and realize that photoshop can help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S8X0CQFxHbI/AAAAAAAABb8/-pCPoiJFAyU/s1600/Kids-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S8X0CQFxHbI/AAAAAAAABb8/-pCPoiJFAyU/s400/Kids-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460038442772667826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and that sometimes kids don't have to be looking at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S8X0s_zM0GI/AAAAAAAABcM/rMrky8Dcz5U/s1600/flower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S8X0s_zM0GI/AAAAAAAABcM/rMrky8Dcz5U/s400/flower1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460039177134198882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S8X0CQFxHbI/AAAAAAAABb8/-pCPoiJFAyU/s1600/Kids-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-7887090662365608476?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7887090662365608476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=7887090662365608476' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7887090662365608476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7887090662365608476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-photo-shoot.html' title='Easter Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S8XltAPWPAI/AAAAAAAABbU/Dup827ENVaw/s72-c/DSC_0170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-8563263522999138658</id><published>2010-04-07T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T10:52:53.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Catchup</title><content type='html'>Ready for some catch-up?  Here's what's been happening with us since we  last tuned in...&lt;br /&gt;The boys enjoyed their annual school jog-a-thon where they run to make some money for the school PTA. And oh, how we need it. With the terrible California economy, they have made all kinds of budget cuts. Increased class sizes, furlough days, cut programs...why don't the big people see the value of education? I should just be happy helping the government bail out those who bought homes they couldn't afford, or refinance their homes to get money to pay for other things they didn't need, and then decide that they don't want that house they bought after all, because, oh, they can't afford it. But the government can, right? Okay, I'll stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y9YFeiSJI/AAAAAAAABaU/UdW3G53Sq68/s1600/DSC_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y9YFeiSJI/AAAAAAAABaU/UdW3G53Sq68/s320/DSC_0060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457445069950961810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y82LV7xiI/AAAAAAAABaM/X-SO1xg0tHI/s1600/DSC_0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y82LV7xiI/AAAAAAAABaM/X-SO1xg0tHI/s320/DSC_0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457444487409944098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The naughty leprechauns came to our house on St. Patrick's day and made a horrible mess, even riding our bikes in the house! They did leave some awesome candy behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y-c6fi-VI/AAAAAAAABak/mK8Lo9t6wno/s1600/DSC_0350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y-c6fi-VI/AAAAAAAABak/mK8Lo9t6wno/s320/DSC_0350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457446252413385042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y9vBjHSgI/AAAAAAAABac/BmAF7Xt4RCQ/s1600/DSC_0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y9vBjHSgI/AAAAAAAABac/BmAF7Xt4RCQ/s320/DSC_0349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457445464033413634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y-dZec0dI/AAAAAAAABas/UTzLzI9BTF8/s1600/DSC_0358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y-dZec0dI/AAAAAAAABas/UTzLzI9BTF8/s320/DSC_0358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457446260730286546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7zD1dOJyEI/AAAAAAAABa8/0da-vj0JRaU/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y-d2SpvkI/AAAAAAAABa0/t7KbAL_k--4/s1600/DSC_0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y-d2SpvkI/AAAAAAAABa0/t7KbAL_k--4/s320/DSC_0363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457446268465430082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I had to settle for my favorite flavor of SUGAR-FREE Orbit gum  since I failed my routine glucose test to check for gestational diabetes. I had to take the dreaded  three-hour glucose test! One nasty drink, four blood draws and three  hours sitting in a busy waiting room was not fun, but I did it!! No  gestational diabetes for me!! But I think I'd better slow down on the  Cadbury Mini Eggs anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y8JF9mdqI/AAAAAAAABaE/i4pKKJ7VxQ4/s1600/DSC09617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y8JF9mdqI/AAAAAAAABaE/i4pKKJ7VxQ4/s320/DSC09617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457443712871593634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7zEnapH2oI/AAAAAAAABbE/pZnJLZvq0WE/s1600/Temple+Baptisms+Oct+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7zEnapH2oI/AAAAAAAABbE/pZnJLZvq0WE/s320/Temple+Baptisms+Oct+31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457453029911943810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of March, I was released as Young Women President in my ward. I cried many tears, but know that it's right, too. I will miss participating in awesome activities with awesome youth, even CAMP(!), feeling the power of the Lord's love for the youth of our church, saying the YW theme every Sunday, having a perfectly good excuse to act like a teenager, working with an awesome bishopric and amazing YW leaders, being so involved in the lives of my dear, dear Young Women, who will be amazing mothers and leaders, and a force for good in the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-8563263522999138658?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8563263522999138658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=8563263522999138658' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8563263522999138658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8563263522999138658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2010/04/march-catchup.html' title='March Catchup'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y9YFeiSJI/AAAAAAAABaU/UdW3G53Sq68/s72-c/DSC_0060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-8922909967029253903</id><published>2010-03-18T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T10:02:45.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George trip</title><content type='html'>We had an excuse to go on a short trip to St. George at the beginning of March...my sister Stefanie and her husband Adam blessed their little baby boy, Noah William, on March 7. He is darling and the blessing was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S6K4Z3nfqlI/AAAAAAAABZE/om_EI_q_Jew/s1600-h/Noah1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S6K4Z3nfqlI/AAAAAAAABZE/om_EI_q_Jew/s400/Noah1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450121253637565010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since St. George is halfway between Salt Lake City and Socal, it turned into an opportunity be to get together with my family...all of them! A rare occurrence indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y3BNj74hI/AAAAAAAABZk/xa5GrN7Uqmc/s1600/DSC_0220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y3BNj74hI/AAAAAAAABZk/xa5GrN7Uqmc/s320/DSC_0220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457438079914336786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to this awesome park while we were there...my kids loved! It's called Cottonwood Cove Park, if you are ever in St. George. (This picture doesn't do it justice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y4LtAMESI/AAAAAAAABZs/hwmBiY5y_Ac/s1600/cottonwood_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y4LtAMESI/AAAAAAAABZs/hwmBiY5y_Ac/s320/cottonwood_06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457439359664656674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a hike the red cliffs right above St. George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y1dap1bpI/AAAAAAAABZU/AnO3h2yMTio/s1600/DSC_0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y1dap1bpI/AAAAAAAABZU/AnO3h2yMTio/s320/DSC_0146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457436365441822354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muscly Men of M-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y16AJjGPI/AAAAAAAABZc/7fPBKqFKUuw/s1600/DSC_0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y16AJjGPI/AAAAAAAABZc/7fPBKqFKUuw/s320/DSC_0174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457436856543287538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate and my adorable baby sister Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y54Ly9mTI/AAAAAAAABZ0/YmU_Z9ogtGU/s1600/DSC_0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y54Ly9mTI/AAAAAAAABZ0/YmU_Z9ogtGU/s320/DSC_0127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457441223356553522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate was mostly interested in the caterpillars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y1Fs4anaI/AAAAAAAABZM/h0oAwcikJjY/s1600/DSC_0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S7y1Fs4anaI/AAAAAAAABZM/h0oAwcikJjY/s400/DSC_0134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457435958017957282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M----- Meerkats&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/5769225005363224461-8922909967029253903?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8922909967029253903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=8922909967029253903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8922909967029253903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8922909967029253903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-george-trip.html' title='St. George trip'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S6K4Z3nfqlI/AAAAAAAABZE/om_EI_q_Jew/s72-c/Noah1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-6699939874627431999</id><published>2010-02-15T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T08:24:36.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S3osQTpIsXI/AAAAAAAABYc/B1i6PWKt6dQ/s1600-h/DSC_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S3osQTpIsXI/AAAAAAAABYc/B1i6PWKt6dQ/s400/DSC_0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438708158665634162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of Valentine's Day, and because I am loving just hanging out with my kids, and because the craziness of a new baby is fast-approaching, I thought I'd share what I love about each of my kiddos right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S3ouFVMIWtI/AAAAAAAABYs/cn6hKoKYeR8/s1600-h/DSC09583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S3ouFVMIWtI/AAAAAAAABYs/cn6hKoKYeR8/s320/DSC09583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438710169125542610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ian: thoughtful, obedient, honest, swimmer, ocean-lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S3ovdSEZIbI/AAAAAAAABY0/oyyuS8nWetM/s1600-h/JakeThanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S3ovdSEZIbI/AAAAAAAABY0/oyyuS8nWetM/s320/JakeThanksgiving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438711680116269490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob: funny, cuddly, silly, friendly, helpful, book-worm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S3ouE6oWKgI/AAAAAAAABYk/NLYepZe5O18/s1600-h/Kate%2BMinnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S3ouE6oWKgI/AAAAAAAABYk/NLYepZe5O18/s320/Kate%2BMinnie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438710161996130818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate: girly, playful, creative, social, happy, fun, animal-lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I love that Ben, too. Something awful. Thanks for the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-6699939874627431999?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6699939874627431999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=6699939874627431999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6699939874627431999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6699939874627431999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-i-love-you.html' title='Why I Love You'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S3osQTpIsXI/AAAAAAAABYc/B1i6PWKt6dQ/s72-c/DSC_0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-8837193589834266142</id><published>2010-02-08T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:37:42.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S3CgPWUJMOI/AAAAAAAABYM/1bV67ownFzY/s1600-h/DSC_0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S3CgPWUJMOI/AAAAAAAABYM/1bV67ownFzY/s200/DSC_0253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436020935784739042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting: Sacrament meeting at church, during the sacrament&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Ben, recently ordained to be a high priest, just because, and Jake, six-year-old funny kid #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake: You're a high priest, dad?&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Jake: Then how come you're not doing anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-8837193589834266142?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8837193589834266142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=8837193589834266142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8837193589834266142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8837193589834266142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2010/02/kid-quote.html' title='Kid quote'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S3CgPWUJMOI/AAAAAAAABYM/1bV67ownFzY/s72-c/DSC_0253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-6490591394770316458</id><published>2010-01-25T08:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:18:41.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S13PMokdLQI/AAAAAAAABXU/j9FjghzM81Y/s1600-h/DSC_0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S13PMokdLQI/AAAAAAAABXU/j9FjghzM81Y/s200/DSC_0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430724541634391298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S13PMDhCp9I/AAAAAAAABXM/zLCA_d1C9-A/s1600-h/DSC_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S13PMDhCp9I/AAAAAAAABXM/zLCA_d1C9-A/s200/DSC_0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430724531687958482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S24iIu0CtwI/AAAAAAAABYE/eMCUg52Wbvw/s1600-h/goldfinch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S24iIu0CtwI/AAAAAAAABYE/eMCUg52Wbvw/s200/goldfinch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435319333683377922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S13RKm22qoI/AAAAAAAABXs/Pr9rqwcCJhs/s1600-h/DSC_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S13RKm22qoI/AAAAAAAABXs/Pr9rqwcCJhs/s200/DSC_0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430726705838205570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S13R0aCMEFI/AAAAAAAABX0/yV1o65BnmgE/s1600-h/fire+hydrant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S13R0aCMEFI/AAAAAAAABX0/yV1o65BnmgE/s200/fire+hydrant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430727423950590034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S13PL-Ob2CI/AAAAAAAABXE/pjCZkh9LrWk/s1600-h/DSC_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S13PL-Ob2CI/AAAAAAAABXE/pjCZkh9LrWk/s200/DSC_0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430724530267740194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S13SOVP8bgI/AAAAAAAABX8/0FWgT0HNVDY/s1600-h/DSC_0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S13SOVP8bgI/AAAAAAAABX8/0FWgT0HNVDY/s200/DSC_0078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430727869342707202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a week of rain. Not just drizzle or the occasional shower, but a torrential, week-long downpour. I have to say I enjoyed the change from our usual "warm and sunny" so-cal forecast, the opportunity to just lay low at home, and the urge to bake goodies. I even marveled at the amount of flooding that occured in our yard, creating a temporary wetlands, complete with various species of birds. Maybe I could have done without the three-inch puddle in the front yard that prevented anyone from using our front door, or the less-than-pleasant, stir-crazy children, or even the tornado warning and 5-hour power outage, but it all made for an exciting week! We've had two days of glorious sun, which I truly appreciate much more now.&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to rain again tomorrow and I actually look forward to an excuse to curl up in my bed and read a good book while the wind blows and the rain drops tap on my roof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-6490591394770316458?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6490591394770316458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=6490591394770316458' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6490591394770316458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6490591394770316458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2010/01/rain.html' title='The Rain'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S13PMokdLQI/AAAAAAAABXU/j9FjghzM81Y/s72-c/DSC_0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-286535635813469877</id><published>2010-01-05T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:28:22.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it twenty-ten or two-thousand ten? Or maybe MMX? What's the consensus?&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated the New Year in Utah and experienced some of the coldest temperatures I can remember--it got down to the teens during the day. Brrr. Living in California as turned us soft. My favorite part of the trip -seeing family and meeting new nieces, Lydia and Melia. My kids' favorite part of the trip--playing with cousins and playing in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S0Pm82tQO0I/AAAAAAAABW8/tm9wTIZzkBU/s1600-h/Lydia+and+Melia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S0Pm82tQO0I/AAAAAAAABW8/tm9wTIZzkBU/s320/Lydia+and+Melia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423432309436070722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S0PmkJ-ZNEI/AAAAAAAABW0/vph55KE3074/s1600-h/DSC_0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S0PmkJ-ZNEI/AAAAAAAABW0/vph55KE3074/s320/DSC_0248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423431885111505986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S0PmjJAfvtI/AAAAAAAABWk/V2Ne6JMeH2c/s1600-h/DSC_0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S0PmjJAfvtI/AAAAAAAABWk/V2Ne6JMeH2c/s320/DSC_0155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423431867672018642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S0Pmjueh1tI/AAAAAAAABWs/UWyct9WmLEY/s1600-h/DSC_0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S0Pmjueh1tI/AAAAAAAABWs/UWyct9WmLEY/s320/DSC_0181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423431877730096850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-286535635813469877?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/286535635813469877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=286535635813469877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/286535635813469877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/286535635813469877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html' title='Happy 2010!'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/S0Pm82tQO0I/AAAAAAAABW8/tm9wTIZzkBU/s72-c/Lydia+and+Melia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-1332931800315858040</id><published>2009-12-20T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:53:12.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Sandman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Sy8bJIlhpdI/AAAAAAAABWc/UI3sxgn1FVc/s1600-h/DSC_0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Sy8bJIlhpdI/AAAAAAAABWc/UI3sxgn1FVc/s200/DSC_0146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417578720487646674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Sy8bIryMpoI/AAAAAAAABWU/ZF199qT558s/s1600-h/DSC_0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Sy8bIryMpoI/AAAAAAAABWU/ZF199qT558s/s200/DSC_0101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417578712756168322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Sy8bIanuNCI/AAAAAAAABWM/VPQpy9OMoO4/s1600-h/DSC_0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Sy8bIanuNCI/AAAAAAAABWM/VPQpy9OMoO4/s200/DSC_0124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417578708148827170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Sy8bH4jsCgI/AAAAAAAABWE/_PHDZBuv9So/s1600-h/DSC_0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Sy8bH4jsCgI/AAAAAAAABWE/_PHDZBuv9So/s200/DSC_0073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417578699005102594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Sy8bHdIVwBI/AAAAAAAABV8/PxrwXaEt8Xk/s1600-h/DSC_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Sy8bHdIVwBI/AAAAAAAABV8/PxrwXaEt8Xk/s200/DSC_0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417578691642638354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we do in Southern California when we get a hankerin' to play in the snow? We head for the closest thing we have to snow--the sand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our first year making a sand snowman and in my humble opinion, it turned out pretty good. I can brag since I really didn't do anything except collect sea shells. There were lots of friends to help out -which is what made it so much fun. Some In-and-Out on the way home made it the true California experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. For those of you who feel sorry for us, that we don't get to play in the snow, and make a REAL snowman, don't worry about us, we'll be okay. Sunny and 75 degrees in December does that to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-1332931800315858040?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1332931800315858040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=1332931800315858040' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/1332931800315858040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/1332931800315858040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-sandman.html' title='Snow Sandman'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Sy8bJIlhpdI/AAAAAAAABWc/UI3sxgn1FVc/s72-c/DSC_0146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-5670545130305347546</id><published>2009-12-13T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:32:21.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a...</title><content type='html'>We had our ultrasound this week and after an hour and a half of trying to get a good look, the technician finally determined that it's a healthy girl! We feel like this will even things up around here and bring balance to the universe...okay, at least for us. We're thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Sy8U8P53-FI/AAAAAAAABVM/cBEBkeJwlJg/s1600-h/exp0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Sy8U8P53-FI/AAAAAAAABVM/cBEBkeJwlJg/s320/exp0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417571902043977810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reactions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I were kind of hoping for a girl and were quite pleased with ourselves when proven right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate has been calling the baby "brudder" since she found out I was expecting. She really wants to be the only princess of the family. She seems okay with having a sister, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were betting on another boy and were only disappointed to lose the "kids vs. parents battle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel blessed to have another baby come into our family and to feel a sense of completion. Most likely this will be the last.  (Phew!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-5670545130305347546?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5670545130305347546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=5670545130305347546' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/5670545130305347546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/5670545130305347546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/its.html' title='It&apos;s a...'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Sy8U8P53-FI/AAAAAAAABVM/cBEBkeJwlJg/s72-c/exp0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-2224163879082890350</id><published>2009-12-01T10:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T10:21:13.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Every year in November we go to Bakersfield to enjoy Thanksgiving with Ben's grandparents, his Bakersfield aunts and uncles and cousins, and with his sister, Heather and her family who also drive down every year from Sacramento. With all the fun we have talking, eating, shopping, playing, watching movies, I am most grateful to be able to spend time with Ben's grandparents, and to have them be a part of our lives, in these closing chapters of theirs. I am happy knowing that my children will have memories of their great-grandparents. Brent and Rita Richards are in their nineties, very spry, funny and loving. I think we break something every time we are at their house, but they always welcome us back with open arms. Each time I say goodbye, I hope that I will get to see them at least once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SxVcwMzwFjI/AAAAAAAABVE/hOwt6C5v8fs/s1600/DSC_0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SxVcwMzwFjI/AAAAAAAABVE/hOwt6C5v8fs/s320/DSC_0100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410332510497281586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SxVcvmskAlI/AAAAAAAABU8/gwpzJGruNR0/s1600/DSC_0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SxVcvmskAlI/AAAAAAAABU8/gwpzJGruNR0/s320/DSC_0101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410332500266582610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a part of a letter I recently wrote them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have really enjoyed living (somewhat) close to you and seeing you on a regular basis. I am so grateful for your examples and the influence you have on me and my family. I only ever had one grandparent, my Oma in Germany, who was really part of my life. Because I have not lived near her since I was a small child, I have not had the opportunity to spend as much time with her as I would have liked. I have sweet memories of her and the time I did get to spend with her is so cherished! Sadly, she now suffers from dementia and doesn’t remember any of her loved ones or those memories we shared over the years. That is partly why I am so happy that I have had the opportunity to get to know you and to spend so much time with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;None of my grandparents are active members of the LDS Church or any other faith, and I am continually grateful for a strong gospel heritage through Ben’s family. I often think how blessed I am, how blessed my children are to know you, and more importantly, what kind of people you are, and I hope they understand the legacy you have left for them. Thank you for the faithful lives you have lead and continue to lead. I t makes such a difference to me, to Ben,  and to my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kirsten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-2224163879082890350?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2224163879082890350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=2224163879082890350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2224163879082890350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2224163879082890350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-gratitude.html' title='Thanksgiving Gratitude'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SxVcwMzwFjI/AAAAAAAABVE/hOwt6C5v8fs/s72-c/DSC_0100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-3236994727485371519</id><published>2009-11-25T10:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:19:48.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I am not 16.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Sw1_FPwgpQI/AAAAAAAABU0/hw2-jVCUidA/s1600/NewMoonLaurels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Sw1_FPwgpQI/AAAAAAAABU0/hw2-jVCUidA/s400/NewMoonLaurels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408118455647905026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this picture was taken at 2:30am after seeing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I went with these three Laurels AND about 30 of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we made T-shirts in line while we waited for two hours to get a good seat.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am pregnant and need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it took me two days to recover.&lt;br /&gt;No, This is not my favorite movie/book.&lt;br /&gt;No, I do not endorse the Twilight books to the YW.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am the best YW president ever.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the movie was cheesy and therefore hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Stephenie Meyer is Ben's first cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she was on Oprah and is a gazillionaire.&lt;br /&gt;No, she has not given us any money.&lt;br /&gt;No, she won't speak at your fireside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I go see the midnight showing of Eclipse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still undecided.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-3236994727485371519?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3236994727485371519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=3236994727485371519' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3236994727485371519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3236994727485371519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-i-am-not-17.html' title='No, I am not 16.'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Sw1_FPwgpQI/AAAAAAAABU0/hw2-jVCUidA/s72-c/NewMoonLaurels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-8808640312712999037</id><published>2009-11-13T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:59:27.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"What are you having?"</title><content type='html'>I was at Costco yesterday and a woman behind me in line asked me, completely out of the blue, "What are you having?"&lt;br /&gt;Caught off guard, since I thought I wasn't yet showing, and a how-on-earth-did-she-know blank stare on my face, I replied, "I, uh, don't know."&lt;br /&gt;Stranger Lady: "Oh. You're not finding out? It seems like everyone finds out these days."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes, I'm finding out. In another 5-6 weeks since I"M ONLY 14 WEEKS PREGNANT!"&lt;br /&gt;(I did not shout out that last phrase, but I wanted to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this could mean any of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I've had one too many McDonald's plain hamburgers/Wendy's baked potatoes/KFC mashed potatoes and gravy/Taco Bell bean burritos, all my current stand-by lunch option.&lt;br /&gt;b) I'm actually having twins, maybe triplets&lt;br /&gt;c) fourth pregnancies are just that bad&lt;br /&gt;d) some people are extremely rude and have not had the unspoken rule&lt;br /&gt;"Don't assume anyone is pregnant and don't say anything to that effect" explained to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-8808640312712999037?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8808640312712999037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=8808640312712999037' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8808640312712999037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8808640312712999037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-are-you-having.html' title='&quot;What are you having?&quot;'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-7701145871711057950</id><published>2009-11-02T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:10:34.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Su-Adg4IUKI/AAAAAAAABUU/g30Zc9MGjAI/s1600-h/DSC_0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Su-Adg4IUKI/AAAAAAAABUU/g30Zc9MGjAI/s320/DSC_0165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399675722770436258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From:&lt;br /&gt;Purple Fairy&lt;br /&gt;Ron Weasley&lt;br /&gt;Gryffindor Seeker&lt;br /&gt;and Amazing Race Married Couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Su-CqoGev-I/AAAAAAAABUg/EAewaMtiYgA/s1600-h/DSC_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Su-CqoGev-I/AAAAAAAABUg/EAewaMtiYgA/s200/DSC_0203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399678147071229922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5769225005363224461-7701145871711057950?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7701145871711057950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=7701145871711057950' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7701145871711057950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7701145871711057950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween-2009.html' title='Happy Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/Su-Adg4IUKI/AAAAAAAABUU/g30Zc9MGjAI/s72-c/DSC_0165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-2345069444697325811</id><published>2009-10-01T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:14:17.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big old recap</title><content type='html'>Has it really been 7 months since I blogged? Well I feel like I have to catch you up on our happenings in order to get into blogging again. I'll try to make it quick and painless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April - 30 days h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ath September, April, June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and November...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUlVeAXSFI/AAAAAAAABRc/pXBR3bsZPew/s1600-h/DSC09102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUlVeAXSFI/AAAAAAAABRc/pXBR3bsZPew/s200/DSC09102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396760779235477586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of those thirty days in April, we had 23 days of visitors -w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUk8kXvq7I/AAAAAAAABRU/2koU68XjQSI/s1600-h/04-23-09_1653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUk8kXvq7I/AAAAAAAABRU/2koU68XjQSI/s200/04-23-09_1653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396760351447428018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e tried to pretend we weren't on vacation, but had our fill of Disneyland, the beach, Yogurtland and In-n-Out burgers while trying to squeeze in our regular activities, like baseball, not to mention planting a garden (thanks for the help, Ben and Nettie!), celebrating Easter, getting pulled over by a cop on a youth activity,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuU5HSaUyeI/AAAAAAAABTk/8Rcv46jWVZE/s1600-h/DSC09114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuU5HSaUyeI/AAAAAAAABTk/8Rcv46jWVZE/s320/DSC09114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396782525837527522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and keeping Kate out of the make-up bags of house guests.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUkYiRQZzI/AAAAAAAABQ8/LpkSyQDQuxE/s1600-h/DSC09155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUkYiRQZzI/AAAAAAAABQ8/LpkSyQDQuxE/s320/DSC09155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396759732408051506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May - It's mah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;birthday, it's mah birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the camera of my dreams after saving up some pennies and foregoing gifts for, like, the last four years.  Thanks for your prudent budgeting, hon.&lt;br /&gt;The Nikon D60 has been nothing but fun. I knew I liked taking pictures, but I didn't realize how much. I also di&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUkuj-myMI/AAAAAAAABRE/jh9hvTlGOmc/s1600-h/DSC09181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUkuj-myMI/AAAAAAAABRE/jh9hvTlGOmc/s320/DSC09181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396760110823819458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dn't know that pictures could actually turn out how I pictured them in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I also got my YW medallion a second time, as a leader. It's silver and shiny...oooooh.&lt;br /&gt;It was an amazing experience, mostly because I was able to share it with six Laurels in my ward.&lt;br /&gt;Ian got two awards in May - one was an art award. A picture he drew at school was chosen to represent the school district at a local art show -who knew he had a creative side! All I ever see is the dominant, Ben-like, engineer side. He also received a trophy for swimming in a meet -where he swam a 100m IM -that's an individual medley, one length of each stroke. We were proud of him just for finishing the race. He keeps improving!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUl6EypxtI/AAAAAAAABRk/Rc9epYzJyRs/s1600-h/DSC09286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUl6EypxtI/AAAAAAAABRk/Rc9epYzJyRs/s200/DSC09286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396761408122242770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June - Sum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mer, here we come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUoJlBiPNI/AAAAAAAABR0/2_Vw-kMZC_c/s1600-h/DSC_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUoJlBiPNI/AAAAAAAABR0/2_Vw-kMZC_c/s200/DSC_0566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396763873495891154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUoetW8BmI/AAAAAAAABR8/5TFngazYQKY/s1600-h/DSC_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUoetW8BmI/AAAAAAAABR8/5TFngazYQKY/s200/DSC_0560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396764236510398050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUn05_5oOI/AAAAAAAABRs/pNvAoaqAQHQ/s1600-h/DSC_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUn05_5oOI/AAAAAAAABRs/pNvAoaqAQHQ/s200/DSC_0258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396763518348927202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got two June birthdays in our family -Kate turned three on the 16th and Jake turned 6 on the 21st. The summer officially began on June 18 and I promptly went to YW camp. So much fun! Jacob lost his first tooth. Like Ian, his teeth come in behind the existing one, resulting in two rows of teeth. DUH-nah, DUH-nah, DUH-nah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July- Road trippin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUpMc5HiEI/AAAAAAAABSE/qNjxMp1q8q4/s1600-h/DSC_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUpMc5HiEI/AAAAAAAABSE/qNjxMp1q8q4/s320/DSC_0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396765022364338242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a big Western Coast road trip! We stopped in Sacramento, the northern California Coast and the Redwoods, Vancouver, Washington, Crater Lake, Oregon, and San Francisco. We managed to see most of Ben's family, the Bjarnasons, the Blakes, and the Bettingers.&lt;br /&gt;Later that month the boys had hero camp - I made memory books for 130 kids- and we saw some of the biggest waves ever seen in SoCal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUp_bYCRVI/AAAAAAAABSM/n2QjYkzH-6M/s1600-h/DSC_0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUp_bYCRVI/AAAAAAAABSM/n2QjYkzH-6M/s400/DSC_0252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396765898130474322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUq5KFSHXI/AAAAAAAABSU/A6BEBtugtlM/s1600-h/DSC_0314_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUq5KFSHXI/AAAAAAAABSU/A6BEBtugtlM/s400/DSC_0314_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396766889920830834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUsO8aHLZI/AAAAAAAABSk/hTY8OngZJ00/s1600-h/DSC_0004_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUsO8aHLZI/AAAAAAAABSk/hTY8OngZJ00/s320/DSC_0004_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396768363718847890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUsBUcgPuI/AAAAAAAABSc/Wn0LrZrgFxQ/s1600-h/DSC_0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUsBUcgPuI/AAAAAAAABSc/Wn0LrZrgFxQ/s320/DSC_0075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396768129653161698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUsi8wTk9I/AAAAAAAABSs/CoKwTdI2jCk/s1600-h/DSC_0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUsi8wTk9I/AAAAAAAABSs/CoKwTdI2jCk/s320/DSC_0107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396768707409318866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August- Kicking back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great month to enjoy our beautiful surroundings. We went to the beach often, played with friends, went to parks. I organized my second annual Mom's beach retreat at Three Arch Bay, enjoyed a day in LA for a Youth temple trip, and headed to Bakersfield for two days of Youth Conference. We went river rafting and after bracing myself for 120 degree weater, it was surprisingly cool!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUtjkrsDyI/AAAAAAAABS0/nJdgBM4UFEA/s1600-h/DSC_0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUtjkrsDyI/AAAAAAAABS0/nJdgBM4UFEA/s320/DSC_0133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396769817638997794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuU17RgltdI/AAAAAAAABTc/V13reO2N3J8/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuU17RgltdI/AAAAAAAABTc/V13reO2N3J8/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396779020902053330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUu5t6pyQI/AAAAAAAABTM/Uq8oVYFUBNQ/s1600-h/DSC_0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUu5t6pyQI/AAAAAAAABTM/Uq8oVYFUBNQ/s320/DSC_0310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396771297586432258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUvafZIbGI/AAAAAAAABTU/j64uThTHJug/s1600-h/DSC_0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUvafZIbGI/AAAAAAAABTU/j64uThTHJug/s320/DSC_0412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396771860623420514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUuYzunqSI/AAAAAAAABTE/btmZNPo202Y/s1600-h/DSC_0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUuYzunqSI/AAAAAAAABTE/btmZNPo202Y/s200/DSC_0284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396770732210891042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUt6FvKj4I/AAAAAAAABS8/O7cWHcY8I4Q/s1600-h/DSC_0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUt6FvKj4I/AAAAAAAABS8/O7cWHcY8I4Q/s200/DSC_0076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396770204469071746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saddle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a quick trip to Utah to visit family over Labor Day weekend because school started so late this year. A few highlights were meeting our new niece, Claire, and going to Swiss Days in Midway - one of my favorite craft fairs (I do&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuXE13ON5bI/AAAAAAAABT0/a0Exoz1MzeQ/s1600-h/DSC_0343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuXE13ON5bI/AAAAAAAABT0/a0Exoz1MzeQ/s200/DSC_0343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396936158109099442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; enjoy the atmosphere, too, although they take the Swiss&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuXF0pcCeiI/AAAAAAAABT8/DGrecwr6tPg/s1600-h/DSC_0424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuXF0pcCeiI/AAAAAAAABT8/DGrecwr6tPg/s320/DSC_0424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396937236740733474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; theme a little too far by serving such delicacies as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swiss Tacos), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and a trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pace's Dairy Ann &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;in Bountiful&lt;/span&gt;. The boys started school on September 10 and Kate started an all girls "Princess Academy" the week after.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuXEdmHhSHI/AAAAAAAABTs/CrkABKkrV7o/s1600-h/DSC_0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuXEdmHhSHI/AAAAAAAABTs/CrkABKkrV7o/s320/DSC_0226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396935741200746610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that you have read my big, boring review, I shall reward you with the reason for my failed attempt at blogging again in September, even though the kids were at school and I should theoretically have loads of free time. Wrong! All I'm doing these days is thinking about food, trying not to think about food, taking naps, and eating more food so I don't throw up. Yep, I'm pregnant!!! We're having number 4 in May!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-2345069444697325811?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2345069444697325811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=2345069444697325811' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2345069444697325811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2345069444697325811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-old-recap.html' title='The big old recap'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SuUlVeAXSFI/AAAAAAAABRc/pXBR3bsZPew/s72-c/DSC09102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-1254491516830377059</id><published>2009-08-21T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:51:06.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven</title><content type='html'>Since I came out of my blogging shell last year around this time, I couldn’t let the streak end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we have been explaining to our children, today is our family’s birthday.  Happy 11 years M- family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/So7pyv6a5RI/AAAAAAAABQM/c-Ni8h9JIrg/s1600-h/DSC_0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/So7pyv6a5RI/AAAAAAAABQM/c-Ni8h9JIrg/s320/DSC_0207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372488463563810066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/So7vTE4nBQI/AAAAAAAABQs/gjxsLEM5Yn4/s1600-h/DSC_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/So7vTE4nBQI/AAAAAAAABQs/gjxsLEM5Yn4/s200/DSC_0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372494516507313410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Kirsten, for being the wonderful woman that you are.  You truly are amazing!  I am so happy that we are married and am excited for the many, many years to come. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/So7tEHeCvXI/AAAAAAAABQk/oiyveHSwZcg/s1600-h/DSC09271_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/So7tEHeCvXI/AAAAAAAABQk/oiyveHSwZcg/s200/DSC09271_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372492060479896946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are still watching this blog, Kirsten is planning on returning soon after her long blog absence.  She has been working hard with the Young Women in our ward and loving it and had to slow down on the blogging for a while.  But I have heard rumors that she is returning to the blog soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a quick update, summer has been a blast, with a vacation to the Redwoods, Vancouver, WA, Crater Lake, San Francisco, and many family and friends along the way.  Add to that Girls Camp, Youth Conference, Hero Camp for the kids, Cub Scout day camp, Girls Beach Retreat and lots of family beach trips and swimming, it has been one fun summer.  Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-1254491516830377059?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1254491516830377059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=1254491516830377059' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/1254491516830377059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/1254491516830377059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2009/08/eleven.html' title='Eleven'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/So7pyv6a5RI/AAAAAAAABQM/c-Ni8h9JIrg/s72-c/DSC_0207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-5665606469107707356</id><published>2009-03-27T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:28:20.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sibs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SczyqMBBzRI/AAAAAAAABPY/NlfaUJCWyao/s1600-h/IMG_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SczyqMBBzRI/AAAAAAAABPY/NlfaUJCWyao/s400/IMG_0657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317892066611678482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a weekend with my family in Utah. It was fun to hang out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sans kids&lt;/span&gt; and enjoy some adult time together.  My siblings have turned into some of my best friends. They are all such great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janine (in pink) is kind, loyal, creative, a great photographer, and an excellent mom. She has a knack for decorating and an eye for beauty. One of my favorite memories about Janine is her obsession with all things rich and beautiful. She loved shiny pennies and you could trade her a shiny penny for an old dime any day. She'd b-line it to the fur coats in the department store while my mom shopped. she still loves to shop and likes everything purdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefanie (in purple)  is gracious, a fabulous housekeeper, and very unselfish. She runs marathons, which is an amazing accomplishment all by itself. She is also one of the funniest people I know! I remember little Stefanie thinking she was Battlecat from He-man, growling at others and running on all fours.  She still runs fast and occasionally growls, and although she has a little bit of Cringer inside her, Battlecat comes out when it's time to get tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan (we call him "the boy") is hard-working, smart and a true gentleman. Maybe he should have been born 100 years ago, but then he would not be my fantastic brother would he? He made my trip possible with a sweet Delta buddy pass...thanks, Bro. I'll always remember him with an umbrella in hand, a top hat and a fake mustache, pretending he was some kind of wizard. And that was pre-Harry Potter.  And did I mention he has the cutest little dimple ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julianne (in jewel-toned blue) is generous, happy and cool. She's always up for a party! She works at a boutique and knows how to get her fash ON.  Recently she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; ended up in a Salt Lake Magazine modeling a local designer's new line of clothes...and she was the cutest person in the photo shoot. I remember when she broke her arm and had that adorable little pink cast put on. Somehow she made it look cute and almost started a trend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-5665606469107707356?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5665606469107707356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=5665606469107707356' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/5665606469107707356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/5665606469107707356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2009/03/sibs.html' title='The Sibs'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SczyqMBBzRI/AAAAAAAABPY/NlfaUJCWyao/s72-c/IMG_0657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-7200952113297074206</id><published>2009-03-25T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:02:34.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's grosser than gross?</title><content type='html'>I'm having nightmares. I have to hide the library books we got for my son's insect report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a serious case of the heebie jeebies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned the nastiest, most disgusting word I have ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ootheca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScrRbWqEFWI/AAAAAAAABPQ/e7sLkRAl9eE/s1600-h/cockroach-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScrRbWqEFWI/AAAAAAAABPQ/e7sLkRAl9eE/s400/cockroach-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317292577932973410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardened egg case of a female cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe my son chose the COCKROACH for his insect report?                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScrRbbO_XGI/AAAAAAAABPI/YPrxulf0NS4/s1600-h/cockroach-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScrRbbO_XGI/AAAAAAAABPI/YPrxulf0NS4/s400/cockroach-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317292579161594978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you don't have the heebie jeebies right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-7200952113297074206?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7200952113297074206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=7200952113297074206' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7200952113297074206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7200952113297074206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-grosser-than-gross.html' title='What&apos;s grosser than gross?'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScrRbWqEFWI/AAAAAAAABPQ/e7sLkRAl9eE/s72-c/cockroach-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-6823197529627992017</id><published>2009-03-17T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:57:56.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patty's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScCLQVEPgaI/AAAAAAAABOw/5Ct1igpj76I/s1600-h/DSC08987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScCLQVEPgaI/AAAAAAAABOw/5Ct1igpj76I/s320/DSC08987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314400672946291106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you wore green and no one pinched you, and if not, that a really cute guy did.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you ate some form of cabbage, corned beef or potatoes, or at least something green.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you find your pot of gold at the end of your rainbow, or at least some luck comes your way.&lt;br /&gt;Hope the leprechauns came to your house and left a mess and some yummy gold and green and rainbow candy, and if not, that you ate something chocolaty and sugary today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScCLPiGOPyI/AAAAAAAABOg/L33wx3gt6Cw/s1600-h/DSC08965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScCLPiGOPyI/AAAAAAAABOg/L33wx3gt6Cw/s320/DSC08965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314400659264388898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScCLPW8b12I/AAAAAAAABOY/rq39UVtG1nE/s1600-h/DSC08964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScCLPW8b12I/AAAAAAAABOY/rq39UVtG1nE/s320/DSC08964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314400656270546786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScCLPHP1HSI/AAAAAAAABOQ/tIbHlgiQz3g/s1600-h/DSC08962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScCLPHP1HSI/AAAAAAAABOQ/tIbHlgiQz3g/s320/DSC08962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314400652056927522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScCLQGfX11I/AAAAAAAABOo/f0KdJ8Lv1Qo/s1600-h/DSC08986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScCLQGfX11I/AAAAAAAABOo/f0KdJ8Lv1Qo/s320/DSC08986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314400669033551698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScCNSjKrCOI/AAAAAAAABO4/9yx5Xp900iI/s1600-h/DSC08984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScCNSjKrCOI/AAAAAAAABO4/9yx5Xp900iI/s400/DSC08984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314402910114351330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-6823197529627992017?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6823197529627992017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=6823197529627992017' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6823197529627992017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6823197529627992017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-pattys-day.html' title='Happy St. Patty&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScCLQVEPgaI/AAAAAAAABOw/5Ct1igpj76I/s72-c/DSC08987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-4685835575366622094</id><published>2009-03-17T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:43:32.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>Big Stake Split + being recalled as Young Women's president = no time for blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScCITNCXY0I/AAAAAAAABOI/u902yqI6C9M/s1600-h/DSC08956_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScCITNCXY0I/AAAAAAAABOI/u902yqI6C9M/s400/DSC08956_edited-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314397423795659586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about 3 weeks and things are getting organized and a little less BUSY. I'm loving working with the youth and other awesome leaders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-4685835575366622094?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4685835575366622094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=4685835575366622094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4685835575366622094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4685835575366622094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2009/03/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/ScCITNCXY0I/AAAAAAAABOI/u902yqI6C9M/s72-c/DSC08956_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-5952507390954625950</id><published>2009-02-18T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:19:37.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally rad 80's danc-o-rama...</title><content type='html'>Last week this stud-muffin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZxzTJBiKPI/AAAAAAAABL8/m6wKrcLZ2vE/s1600-h/DSC08953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZxzTJBiKPI/AAAAAAAABL8/m6wKrcLZ2vE/s320/DSC08953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304241233812662514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked me bodaciously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZxz63_LvMI/AAAAAAAABMU/CT0OsVRHQBs/s1600-h/DSC08940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZxz63_LvMI/AAAAAAAABMU/CT0OsVRHQBs/s320/DSC08940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304241916434169026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to go here on a most fine Valentine's Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZx0RITXiXI/AAAAAAAABMk/NKyLroncy7c/s1600-h/80%27s+dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZx0RITXiXI/AAAAAAAABMk/NKyLroncy7c/s320/80%27s+dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304242298770917746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the rest of our way cool church group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZxzS7kMHiI/AAAAAAAABL0/sObKNqaeSBY/s1600-h/4thwardVday032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZxzS7kMHiI/AAAAAAAABL0/sObKNqaeSBY/s320/4thwardVday032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304241230199922210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who were as stoked as we were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZx0bNW0hFI/AAAAAAAABMs/WcMaYTIV1aA/s1600-h/group80s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZx0bNW0hFI/AAAAAAAABMs/WcMaYTIV1aA/s400/group80s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304242471926269010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to rock it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZx1sYse1dI/AAAAAAAABM8/MlGNH9q2CIM/s1600-h/benandkirdancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZx1sYse1dI/AAAAAAAABM8/MlGNH9q2CIM/s200/benandkirdancing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304243866539316690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...with crucial moves like the running man, the cabbage patch, the worm, the robot, moonwalking, some sweet slam-dancing and a wicked weave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZxzSh5Mt4I/AAAAAAAABLs/-g6JibsEvwo/s1600-h/threemanweave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZxzSh5Mt4I/AAAAAAAABLs/-g6JibsEvwo/s320/threemanweave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304241223308720002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(That's Ben's foot as he's doing the Three-Man Weave with Yuppy Ted and Jimmy Simmons.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was, for sure, most radically righteous &lt;/span&gt;to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-5952507390954625950?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5952507390954625950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=5952507390954625950' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/5952507390954625950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/5952507390954625950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2009/02/totally-rad-80s-danc-o-rama.html' title='Totally rad 80&apos;s danc-o-rama...'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZxzTJBiKPI/AAAAAAAABL8/m6wKrcLZ2vE/s72-c/DSC08953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-5738088531046397812</id><published>2009-02-10T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:03:41.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian's Baptism</title><content type='html'>Saturday was a big day for our little family. Ian got baptized! Thank you to all of those who were here to make the day so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Sister Corbin, Ian's primary teacher, for making him this beautiful quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZJ23VW80kI/AAAAAAAABK8/6qJrwLJepoA/s1600-h/DSC08922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZJ23VW80kI/AAAAAAAABK8/6qJrwLJepoA/s320/DSC08922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301430404366783042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Noel, Grace, Josh and Dean who shared this day with Ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZJ231JjaXI/AAAAAAAABLM/eaZ9ldAScME/s1600-h/DSC08936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZJ231JjaXI/AAAAAAAABLM/eaZ9ldAScME/s320/DSC08936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301430412900526450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all of those friends and family who attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZJ23jkKi1I/AAAAAAAABLE/YG8YYXynBGA/s1600-h/DSC08926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZJ23jkKi1I/AAAAAAAABLE/YG8YYXynBGA/s320/DSC08926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301430408180304722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all who helped with the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZJ3uojQ_vI/AAAAAAAABLc/G4BGJc8c_Ys/s1600-h/DSC08939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZJ3uojQ_vI/AAAAAAAABLc/G4BGJc8c_Ys/s320/DSC08939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301431354411515634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, thank you to Ian for making the decision to be baptized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZJ23-4HOlI/AAAAAAAABLU/Jc6rAJnMTPU/s1600-h/DSC08933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZJ23-4HOlI/AAAAAAAABLU/Jc6rAJnMTPU/s320/DSC08933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301430415511730770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-5738088531046397812?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5738088531046397812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=5738088531046397812' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/5738088531046397812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/5738088531046397812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2009/02/ians-baptism.html' title='Ian&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SZJ23VW80kI/AAAAAAAABK8/6qJrwLJepoA/s72-c/DSC08922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-7644202626550802185</id><published>2009-02-01T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:52:49.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Queen Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYeAjvClHFI/AAAAAAAABKA/6KCBK2DSusE/s1600-h/QueenMary23-LongBeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYeAjvClHFI/AAAAAAAABKA/6KCBK2DSusE/s400/QueenMary23-LongBeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298344838035741778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see the Queen Mary, an ocean liner that sailed the North Atlantic Ocean from 1936 to 1967 and is now a hotel located in Long Beach, CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYd_Rn7aIII/AAAAAAAABJw/ETLaVqfpTow/s1600-h/DSC08868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYd_Rn7aIII/AAAAAAAABJw/ETLaVqfpTow/s320/DSC08868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298343427377340546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYZ2T9DIJRI/AAAAAAAABJA/M6nSQvEr9ck/s1600-h/DSC08843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYZ2T9DIJRI/AAAAAAAABJA/M6nSQvEr9ck/s320/DSC08843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298052096825238802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was *FREE!* during January for California residents and I'm glad it was, because it would not have been worth the usual $24 entrance fee! Yes, I am cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYZ2UCRessI/AAAAAAAABJI/OaHVZbj-dC8/s1600-h/DSC08830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYZ2UCRessI/AAAAAAAABJI/OaHVZbj-dC8/s320/DSC08830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298052098227614402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Things I learned from our tour of the Queen Mary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People used to be much shorter. Or they were just okay sleeping in tiny beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The captain's quarters were as big as my old condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm creeped out by giant underwater propellers. I think I would rather die than be a deep sea diver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYeCC696emI/AAAAAAAABKY/M--z405uR6o/s1600-h/DSC08838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYeCC696emI/AAAAAAAABKY/M--z405uR6o/s400/DSC08838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298346473324968546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creeeeeepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Those big orange smoke stacks aren't really smoke stacks. They just cover up a bunch of little pipes and exhausts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYeBkvHnUbI/AAAAAAAABKI/xRPlDxkhu8U/s1600-h/DSC08875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYeBkvHnUbI/AAAAAAAABKI/xRPlDxkhu8U/s400/DSC08875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298345954748354994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Jacob is the only one in the family who actually wants his picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYZ2USyHTDI/AAAAAAAABJY/_dtRrudN5co/s1600-h/DSC08872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYZ2USyHTDI/AAAAAAAABJY/_dtRrudN5co/s320/DSC08872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298052102659460146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYZ2UKUF0JI/AAAAAAAABJQ/7k2XKHTYvYQ/s1600-h/DSC08846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYZ2UKUF0JI/AAAAAAAABJQ/7k2XKHTYvYQ/s320/DSC08846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298052100386050194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Those boat horns up there, on the fake smokestack, are EXTREMELY loud. Warning: Do&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; stand under them when they go off. Exact time of horn blow: unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYeBk9EDYWI/AAAAAAAABKQ/sEFgA2DQp04/s1600-h/DSC08864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 351px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYeBk9EDYWI/AAAAAAAABKQ/sEFgA2DQp04/s400/DSC08864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298345958491513186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;7. Loud noises bother Ian. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Most young in the animal kingdom have an innate sense to stay close to their mothers. They sense the danger as they wander too far. Kate...not so much! She's the adventurous, independent type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYeGGPp9_iI/AAAAAAAABKo/iaISIxgIe0U/s1600-h/DSC08881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYeGGPp9_iI/AAAAAAAABKo/iaISIxgIe0U/s320/DSC08881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298350928464576034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYd_R88ZDHI/AAAAAAAABJ4/5GlYb0H5xSI/s1600-h/DSC08898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYd_R88ZDHI/AAAAAAAABJ4/5GlYb0H5xSI/s320/DSC08898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298343433018608754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ben loves a good exhibit, in particular those that feature the historical or mechanical. He was very patient with the rest of the family who just wanted to speed through the self-guided tour. "Daaaaad....c'mon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYZ4QCl46WI/AAAAAAAABJo/0wVVpUZWCEU/s1600-h/DSC08839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYZ4QCl46WI/AAAAAAAABJo/0wVVpUZWCEU/s320/DSC08839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298054228616997218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do not allow your children under the age of, say, mmm, 16, use your camera. They may drop it. Again. And then the lens won't work. You may need to get a new camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-7644202626550802185?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7644202626550802185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=7644202626550802185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7644202626550802185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7644202626550802185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2009/02/queen-mary.html' title='Queen Mary'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SYeAjvClHFI/AAAAAAAABKA/6KCBK2DSusE/s72-c/QueenMary23-LongBeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-380189192418059210</id><published>2009-01-26T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:53:17.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ian'/><title type='text'>Scouting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SX3iWNqJPBI/AAAAAAAABIs/ssWnKHmkLgk/s1600-h/DSC08695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SX3iWNqJPBI/AAAAAAAABIs/ssWnKHmkLgk/s400/DSC08695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295637608108997650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. We're heading down this road now. Ian's pretty excited about Scouting because he gets to hang out with his buddies once a week and he has awesome den leaders! I'm glad he likes it but I feel a little intimidated by the whole thing...I'm still trying to wrap my brain around all the patches, bobcats, cubs, wolfs, beads, belt loops, den, troop and the rest of the Scout jargon. Ben and his four brothers are all Eagle Scouts so the pressure is on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SX3kikv_HRI/AAAAAAAABI0/rzDmsdo0ahQ/s1600-h/DSC08824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SX3kikv_HRI/AAAAAAAABI0/rzDmsdo0ahQ/s400/DSC08824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295640019489201426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-380189192418059210?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/380189192418059210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=380189192418059210' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/380189192418059210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/380189192418059210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2009/01/scouting.html' title='Scouting...'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SX3iWNqJPBI/AAAAAAAABIs/ssWnKHmkLgk/s72-c/DSC08695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-934606260501801125</id><published>2009-01-15T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:58:11.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Old Recap</title><content type='html'>Well, blogging has been at the bottom of my to-do list and since the holidays aren't officially over until the boys have had their joint birthday, I'm entitled to my extra-long blogging break, right?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's what we've been up to since last time y'all tuned in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T'was the Night Before Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;We decided leave for our Utah on the Eve of Christmas Eve since the weather forecast predicted snow, snow, snow for almost the entire week of Christmas. We stopped in St. George for the night at my sister Stefanie's, and ate breakfast at the best breakfast place EVER...the Bear Paw Cafe. They serve everything you could ever want for breakfast all day, every day. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SXeQgN1QnkI/AAAAAAAABGs/1Mvqv4rNI5E/s1600-h/DSC08486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SXeQgN1QnkI/AAAAAAAABGs/1Mvqv4rNI5E/s320/DSC08486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293858770140569154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We surprised Ben's family on Christmas Eve and my family on Christmas day. It was great to see the stunned look on everyone's faces when we showed up two days early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SXeQg46lE_I/AAAAAAAABG0/8nBNmN3eNu8/s1600-h/DSC08514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SXeQg46lE_I/AAAAAAAABG0/8nBNmN3eNu8/s320/DSC08514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293858781705606130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Once there was a Snowman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a blast playing in the new-fallen snow. Even though it was 17 degrees. Kate and daddy made a snowman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SXeQhVlvb4I/AAAAAAAABG8/0BfgZPy02Ok/s1600-h/DSC08522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SXeQhVlvb4I/AAAAAAAABG8/0BfgZPy02Ok/s320/DSC08522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293858789402832770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'll be home for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time all year my entire family was together including my parents, my 4 siblings, 6 grandkids, 3 in-laws, one boyfriend and the cat, Samantha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SXeQf_OxbqI/AAAAAAAABGk/H9ZMH6pVuao/s1600-h/5Bellkids_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SXeQf_OxbqI/AAAAAAAABGk/H9ZMH6pVuao/s320/5Bellkids_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293858766221045410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;What Child is This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see my baby sister Julie, we have to compare feet. Not mine, Ian's. Yes, my eight-year-old has about the same size feet as my 23 year-old sis. In fact, they are officially bigger for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SXeQhhMZU5I/AAAAAAAABHE/HybtEPz64v8/s1600-h/DSC08589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SXeQhhMZU5I/AAAAAAAABHE/HybtEPz64v8/s320/DSC08589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293858792517751698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Birthday to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Ian celebrated their joint birthday at Disneyland. The promotion this year gives you free entrance into the park, or a gift card in the amount of the entrance fee! Ian got $59 to spend and Ben got $69.&lt;br /&gt;And we saw this starlet up close and personal hanging out with some friends by Tomorrowland. She even smiled at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://styletraxx.com/kirsten_dunst1_300_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 260px;" src="http://styletraxx.com/kirsten_dunst1_300_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Auld Lang Syne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we left early for Utah, we had to come home early. We spent our first New Year's Eve in California! Ben and I rung in the New Year at home, all alone, for the first time since we got married.&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Day our kids begged us to go to the beach. The weather was cool but sunny, but when we got to Corona del Mar, it was foggy and freezing. We explored the tide pools, saw a seal and the kids got in the ocean even though the water was less than comfortable. Crazy kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SXeT1nV1GOI/AAAAAAAABHc/llAc5sAt3lk/s1600-h/DSC08638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SXeT1nV1GOI/AAAAAAAABHc/llAc5sAt3lk/s320/DSC08638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293862436300200162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SXeT037-EEI/AAAAAAAABHM/hD73Am-twjE/s1600-h/DSC08595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SXeT037-EEI/AAAAAAAABHM/hD73Am-twjE/s320/DSC08595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293862423575269442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SXeT1HDb-6I/AAAAAAAABHU/OSFanE8kJ6c/s1600-h/DSC08617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SXeT1HDb-6I/AAAAAAAABHU/OSFanE8kJ6c/s320/DSC08617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293862427633122210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SXeT2LkD-LI/AAAAAAAABHk/uzS7MiyjctM/s1600-h/DSC08660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SXeT2LkD-LI/AAAAAAAABHk/uzS7MiyjctM/s320/DSC08660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293862446023571634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-934606260501801125?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/934606260501801125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=934606260501801125' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/934606260501801125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/934606260501801125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-old-recap.html' title='Big Old Recap'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SXeQgN1QnkI/AAAAAAAABGs/1Mvqv4rNI5E/s72-c/DSC08486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-4623431238370638426</id><published>2008-12-19T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:55:34.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Hard on those Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>Do you know the best thing to seal envelopes...even hundreds at a time...at an amazing speed, without getting even one paper cut on your tongue or any stickiness at all for that matter,  giving you the peace of mind that you will never suffer a Seinfeldian death due to cheap adhesive on envelopes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUyWdK_dWJI/AAAAAAAABGc/-LgeJOaIKQE/s1600-h/aquadoodlepen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUyWdK_dWJI/AAAAAAAABGc/-LgeJOaIKQE/s320/aquadoodlepen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281761890909640850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aquadoodle pen!!  It works like magic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-4623431238370638426?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4623431238370638426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=4623431238370638426' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4623431238370638426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4623431238370638426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/12/working-hard-on-those-christmas-cards.html' title='Working Hard on those Christmas Cards'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUyWdK_dWJI/AAAAAAAABGc/-LgeJOaIKQE/s72-c/aquadoodlepen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-575210263580636932</id><published>2008-12-11T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:35:17.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUGrjdu4XAI/AAAAAAAABFk/wsG0A3Vt4b0/s1600-h/yahoochocchoc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUGrjdu4XAI/AAAAAAAABFk/wsG0A3Vt4b0/s320/yahoochocchoc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278688864019962882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUGsTvOt0xI/AAAAAAAABGU/VShx6mwTg8k/s1600-h/yaoochocAmber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUGsTvOt0xI/AAAAAAAABGU/VShx6mwTg8k/s320/yaoochocAmber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278689693350613778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUGrj3_bRbI/AAAAAAAABF0/4yiOVQrAOrE/s1600-h/yahoochocpile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUGrj3_bRbI/AAAAAAAABF0/4yiOVQrAOrE/s320/yahoochocpile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278688871068681650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUGrjrzWySI/AAAAAAAABFs/a4oAEpoWFRI/s1600-h/yahoochocKir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUGrjrzWySI/AAAAAAAABFs/a4oAEpoWFRI/s320/yahoochocKir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278688867796830498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUGrkBjXeYI/AAAAAAAABGE/NSIGbvlzoXs/s1600-h/yahoochocwindi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUGrkBjXeYI/AAAAAAAABGE/NSIGbvlzoXs/s320/yahoochocwindi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278688873635346818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 friends and I made chocolates for Christmas this year. I think I gained ten pounds just smelling the delicious aroma all day. We made about 50 pounds of chocolates and a huge mess at my friend Amber's house. (I didn't do my hair or make-up that day!)&lt;br /&gt;A big 'thank you' to our friend, Windi, who set it all up and shared her recipes and chocolate making skills with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorites were the Taffy Cracks, or as we have nicknamed them at my house, Chocolate Ritzis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUGrj_5ij5I/AAAAAAAABF8/ufSux1kotgE/s1600-h/yahoochocritzi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUGrj_5ij5I/AAAAAAAABF8/ufSux1kotgE/s320/yahoochocritzi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278688873191477138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 bag caramels&lt;br /&gt;1 box ritz crackers&lt;br /&gt;1 bag white, milk, or dark chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Cookie sheets lined with parchment paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a paper plate, place 8-12 Ritz crackers. Place an unwrapped caramel on each cracker. Microwave 20-30 seconds until the caramels soften. Place another cracker on top of each caramel and squeeze gently together to make a sandwich. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;Melt chocolate in double boiler. Dip Ritzi into the melted chocolate using a fork. Tap the fork on the side of the pan to allow the excess chocolate to fall back into the pan. Place on a cookie sheet. Cool in refrigerator until chocolate hardens. Drizzle with opposite chocolate color.&lt;br /&gt;Place in plastic container for storage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-575210263580636932?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/575210263580636932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=575210263580636932' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/575210263580636932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/575210263580636932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/12/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate!'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUGrjdu4XAI/AAAAAAAABFk/wsG0A3Vt4b0/s72-c/yahoochocchoc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-2664494502381034851</id><published>2008-12-11T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:13:39.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Who-bilation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUFR411H4cI/AAAAAAAABE0/856TvZKvH9Q/s1600-h/whobilation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUFR411H4cI/AAAAAAAABE0/856TvZKvH9Q/s320/whobilation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278590275219349954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUFR5DQrdtI/AAAAAAAABE8/bGvP2AsPNNY/s1600-h/who-fest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUFR5DQrdtI/AAAAAAAABE8/bGvP2AsPNNY/s320/who-fest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278590278824589010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUGJqwi7riI/AAAAAAAABFc/mr6Xz_tOtKQ/s1600-h/whoplaygrinch%2Bdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUGJqwi7riI/AAAAAAAABFc/mr6Xz_tOtKQ/s320/whoplaygrinch%2Bdog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278651605933862434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUGJqd_OaKI/AAAAAAAABFU/CSo1hCj57c4/s1600-h/whoplaycindy-lou-who.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUGJqd_OaKI/AAAAAAAABFU/CSo1hCj57c4/s320/whoplaycindy-lou-who.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278651600952256674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our church Christmas party this year we had a Who-bilation, complete with a visit from Mr. and Mrs. Claus, kids crafts, the ever-so-convenient Christmas card exchange, roast beast dinner and Grinch Play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for taking these pictures, &lt;a href="http://heymaughans.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-2664494502381034851?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2664494502381034851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=2664494502381034851' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2664494502381034851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2664494502381034851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-who-bilation.html' title='Happy Who-bilation!'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SUFR411H4cI/AAAAAAAABE0/856TvZKvH9Q/s72-c/whobilation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-1844650687427567202</id><published>2008-11-24T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:11:04.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>99 Life Experiences</title><content type='html'>For my 99th post here are 99 things to experience in a lifetime.  I bolded the things I have done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Started my own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Played in a band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Visited Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than I can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been to Disneyland/world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I've lost count!)&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Held a praying mantis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sung a solo&lt;/span&gt; (On my mission to some elderly people who I hope don't remember)&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Bungee jumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Been in the Southern Hemisphere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taught myself an art from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -or craft? painting furniture, jewelry&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Seen the Taj Mahal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Had food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;18.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Grown my own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/span&gt; (3 times!)&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Slept on an overnight train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Learned to surf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Given a stranger a hug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Slept in it, too!)&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Done a real triathlon&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seen the Alps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -both from the same beach on Oahu!&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run -but I rocked at base soccer in Elementary School)&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Visited the birthplace of my ancestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught myself a new language (No, but I've learned to speak 4 fluently in my lifetime!)&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt; -this changes...it all depends on my outlook.&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Gone rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Had my portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a real movie or TV show&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Started a business&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- not a super profitable or professional one, but way fun! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eek to Chic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Sold Girl Scout Cookies -but I've bought my fair share!&lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Gone whale watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Donated blood&lt;/span&gt;, platelets or plasma&lt;/strong&gt; (But I've tried...they don't like my blood)&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bounced a check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (my china kitty from Copenhagen)&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Eaten Caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (Yuck! What's the big deal?)&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pieced a quilt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eaten a meal that cost more than $100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;75. Learn to type faster than 70 WPM&lt;br /&gt;76. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Broken a bone -that's a good thing, right?&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Published a book&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Bought a brand new car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem (Oooh, this is my dream!&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had my picture in the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Read the entire Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/strong&gt; (Nast!)&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Saved someone’s life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joined a book club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt; (my great-grandma)&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had a baby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;/span&gt; (see 26) Missy!!&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit (No, but Ben sued AT&amp;amp;T for a thousand dollars and won!)&lt;br /&gt;98&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;done a doughnut in your car in the snow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been stung by a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you, Leslie, whom I stole this from. I changed a couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-1844650687427567202?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1844650687427567202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=1844650687427567202' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/1844650687427567202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/1844650687427567202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/11/99-life-experiences.html' title='99 Life Experiences'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-6379913229284017269</id><published>2008-11-21T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:31:25.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight  Anticipation Ended</title><content type='html'>I went to see midnight showing of &lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;/i&gt; with a group of friends...and the anticipation of the event was not quite the reality of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SSdIqqT7YbI/AAAAAAAABEU/qR-S2-w8Dgw/s1600-h/IMG_2348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SSdIqqT7YbI/AAAAAAAABEU/qR-S2-w8Dgw/s320/IMG_2348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271261786610033074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation...&lt;br /&gt;I expected some serious crazies in line, dressed up as vampires, hysterically hyperventilating at the thought of Edward on a gigantic movie screen, maybe some Bella-like melodramatic teenagers staring at the group of moms I was with, wondering what was wrong with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality...&lt;br /&gt;Not even one good person to people watch in line! Most of the crowd were 17 year old teenage girls with a couple of boys, unhappy husbands and old ladies in the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation...&lt;br /&gt;That I would be really scared of the "bad" vampires and/or vampire scenes and that there could be a movie-goer or two dressed as one of the creepy creatures. (Okay, yes, irrational fear of vampires..I know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality...&lt;br /&gt;The scariest part of the whole thing was a preview for some insanely freaky horror show about a lost twin...the Unborn? I couldn't even look at the screen. The whole audience was screaming and covering their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and me, pretending to be a vampire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SSg1DUXhhdI/AAAAAAAABEs/wPEF_Hngoxs/s1600-h/kirvampire2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SSg1DUXhhdI/AAAAAAAABEs/wPEF_Hngoxs/s200/kirvampire2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271521694960420306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation...&lt;br /&gt;We'd get bored or tired waiting for three hours for the movie to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality...&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun with my mommy posse and YW and no kids, and chatted the hours away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation...&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy romantic vampire story featuring melodramatic teenagers falling irrevocably in eternally deep love in a matter of days against impossible and unbelievable odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality...&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy romantic vampire story featuring melodramatic teenagers falling irrevocably in eternally deep love in a matter of days against impossible and unbelievable odds.&lt;br /&gt;I also found it rather funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-6379913229284017269?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6379913229284017269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=6379913229284017269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6379913229284017269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6379913229284017269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-twerds.html' title='Twilight  Anticipation Ended'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SSdIqqT7YbI/AAAAAAAABEU/qR-S2-w8Dgw/s72-c/IMG_2348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-5766621907897101200</id><published>2008-11-12T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:50:09.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backburner Bacon in the Oven Blog</title><content type='html'>This is one of those posts I put on the back burner for a rainy day. Well, it's not really raining, but I can't think of anything to blog about. So here it is...how to make bacon in the oven. These directions are usually on the package of bacon you buy at the store, but I never tried it until a little while ago. I was happy with the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oven to 400 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;Place strips of bacon in single layer on a cookie sheet with raised edges.&lt;br /&gt;Cook bacon for about 10-12 minutes for cooked bacon or 18-20 minutes for crisp bacon. No turning necessary.&lt;br /&gt;Drain on paper towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of this method is that it makes less mess, I can cook it all at once, I don't have to vigilantly watch the bacon cooking to make sure it doesn't burn, I don't end up reeking like bacon,  and I never get burned when the oil "spits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SRtdIXTIBLI/AAAAAAAAAyc/AkcYrMgAcAw/s1600-h/DSC08166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SRtdIXTIBLI/AAAAAAAAAyc/AkcYrMgAcAw/s320/DSC08166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267906587414496434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it next time you make bacon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-5766621907897101200?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5766621907897101200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=5766621907897101200' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/5766621907897101200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/5766621907897101200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/11/backburner-bacon-in-oven-blog.html' title='Backburner Bacon in the Oven Blog'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SRtdIXTIBLI/AAAAAAAAAyc/AkcYrMgAcAw/s72-c/DSC08166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-7312119841749030889</id><published>2008-11-04T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:46:26.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prop 8 passed!</title><content type='html'>I'm sure by now you've heard that Prop 8 passed, that "only marriage between a man and a woman is valid and recognized in California." I feel like we have reason to celebrate! We have worked so hard here in Orange County to make this happen and I feel that all of our efforts paid off, especially since it was so close. 52% to 48%! It's a victory, for now, and I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share some things for posterity, things that I learned by supporting Prop 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My faith in a modern-day prophet has been strengthe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ned&lt;/span&gt;. It was my belief in the prophet that initially began my support of prop 8. I struggled at first to come to terms with hurting people who are gay who cannot be happy unless they marry, mostly because I know and love 3 men who are close to me who struggle with same-sex attraction. I imagine how much I am hurting others, and those I love in particular, by standing up for something I believe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; hurt my children and will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eventually&lt;/span&gt; hurt society. It was hard for me to justify simply by reasoning it out, even taking into account all the legal ramifications. It was my faith in the prophet that helped me know that this was the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was strengthened by stepping out of my comfort zone.&lt;/span&gt; I have never been this involved in politics and I'm not really gung-ho about getting into any political discussions with anyone. Over the last months, I learned that I can do scary things like calling or knocking on a stranger's to ask them how they are voting, to wave a sign on a street corner and listen to the angry shouts of those who oppose my views, go to voters' homes to ask them to please vote. In fact, it makes me stronger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SRM8KCoQyII/AAAAAAAAAyQ/cWXdrlZeqlU/s1600-h/prop8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SRM8KCoQyII/AAAAAAAAAyQ/cWXdrlZeqlU/s320/prop8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265618532528343170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our country is awesome!&lt;/span&gt; I am so grateful to live in a country where my vote matters, where we can worship as we please, express our opinions and fight for our rights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am part of an amazing community&lt;/span&gt;. I was awed by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; efforts of my friends and fellow church members during this campaign. People have rallied together and have given countless hours to fight for this cause. One example: we made 9,000 phone calls on Election Day to get voters out! I felt part of something important, and because we worked together, supported one another, we found strength in each other and I believe we have grown closer as a community of saints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Children are smart, faithful and courageous&lt;/span&gt;. I had to explain to my kids why we had a Prop 8 sign in our yard, a bumper sticker on our car, why we went to rallies and made calls and worst of all, why there were people who opposed Prop 8. They not only understood clearly, but accepted it immediately and had the instant desire to help out. They cried when I told them they had to be 16 to wave signs. One of them snuck out of the house to wave our yard sign at neighbors passing by while shouting, "YES on 8."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satan is the master of deception&lt;/span&gt;. He works slowly and carefully to forfeit and eventually destroy what is most sacred. Marriage. Family. The divine roles of men and women. The right of children to be raised with love by the two people who created them. He is hard at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lord's purposes will be accomplished&lt;/span&gt;. I know that no matter the outcome, it was the Lord's will to have us stand and fight for traditional marriage and the family. No matter how hard Satan works, the Lord will win eventually. I know that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-7312119841749030889?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7312119841749030889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=7312119841749030889' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7312119841749030889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7312119841749030889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/11/prop-8-passed.html' title='Prop 8 passed!'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SRM8KCoQyII/AAAAAAAAAyQ/cWXdrlZeqlU/s72-c/prop8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-7898388126293866481</id><published>2008-10-31T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:32:27.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SQsWSf-O11I/AAAAAAAAAx4/_BgLFVNHoDI/s1600-h/DSC08136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SQsWRxZu-OI/AAAAAAAAAxw/O24_cAG4pYk/s200/DSC08160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263325084087417058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SQsWQ2VSNCI/AAAAAAAAAxg/SmojwuKoTos/s1600-h/DSC08156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SQsWQ2VSNCI/AAAAAAAAAxg/SmojwuKoTos/s200/DSC08156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263325068231062562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SQsW0udfnLI/AAAAAAAAAyI/dVaoueuBjww/s1600-h/DSC08142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SQsW0udfnLI/AAAAAAAAAyI/dVaoueuBjww/s200/DSC08142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263325684593302706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your day is filled with fun, spooks, and candy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-7898388126293866481?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7898388126293866481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=7898388126293866481' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7898388126293866481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7898388126293866481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SQsWSf-O11I/AAAAAAAAAx4/_BgLFVNHoDI/s72-c/DSC08136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-607595394944818915</id><published>2008-10-28T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:23:02.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I also love Stephanie...</title><content type='html'>I'm doing this tag, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy and paste and pass it along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joys:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eating food someone else made&lt;br /&gt;2. Reading&lt;br /&gt;3. Travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fears:&lt;br /&gt;1. That my kids could possibly not embrace the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;2. Vampires.&lt;br /&gt;3. Being YW president. Oh, wait a sec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals:&lt;br /&gt;1. To not hurt any of my friends' feelings by not doing their tags. :-)&lt;br /&gt;2. Get organized, keep my house clean!&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn to be a fantastic photographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collections/Obsessions:&lt;br /&gt;1. I used to collect ceramic cats. My mom still has my little collection in her curio cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;2. Being on time. I hate not being on time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Not wasting anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;1. I could eat an entire giant Costco jar of jelly bellies. I actually haven't tried, but I think I could.&lt;br /&gt;2. I regularly have that dream where you show up to math class and you have a final and you haven't even been to the class all semester and everything hangs on how you perform on this one test.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I love my friend Steph, who I have known since my Freshman year at the BY. We have had some good times as friends and roomies. And I love her &lt;a href="http://stephik.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. Don't you love this picture of her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SQemUJCdY_I/AAAAAAAAAxY/yFlmzmwqKik/s1600-h/steph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SQemUJCdY_I/AAAAAAAAAxY/yFlmzmwqKik/s200/steph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262357554559542258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-607595394944818915?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/607595394944818915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=607595394944818915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/607595394944818915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/607595394944818915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/10/because-i-also-love-stephanie.html' title='Because I also love Stephanie...'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SQemUJCdY_I/AAAAAAAAAxY/yFlmzmwqKik/s72-c/steph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-3487038729576760400</id><published>2008-10-27T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:31:29.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just 'cause I love Leslie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SQai3rqG1hI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/rf_8nBsv0_U/s1600-h/Les+and+Kir_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SQai3rqG1hI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/rf_8nBsv0_U/s320/Les+and+Kir_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262072292124841490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like doing this tag, you can. Especially if you haven't blogged in a while...Matt, Nettie, MK, Sally, Kim, Funkweiler...game on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to answer the following questions with one word, one word only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Where is your cell phone? Busted&lt;br /&gt;2.  Where is your significant other? Working&lt;br /&gt;3.  Your hair color? Blonde&lt;br /&gt;4.  Your mother? American&lt;br /&gt;5.  Your father? Busy&lt;br /&gt;6.  Your favorite thing? Tiramisu&lt;br /&gt;7.  Your dream last night? Nada&lt;br /&gt;8.  Your dream/goal? goodness&lt;br /&gt;9.  The room you're in? Messy&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? Blogging&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? Alone&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Settled&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? YW&lt;br /&gt;14. What you're not? Supermodel&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish-list items? Nikon D-90&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up? Europe&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you did? Email&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? Comfort&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV? Clunky&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pet? Kids&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer? Slow&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood? Relaxed&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone? Family&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car? Minivan&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you're not wearing? Shoes&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite store? H&amp;amp;M&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer? Schedule-free&lt;br /&gt;28. Love someone? Ben&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? Aqua&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? Today&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for the record, Leslie is one of those high school friends I still stay in touch with and adore and will never break up with. And she has a hilarious &lt;a href="http://youjustgottalaugh.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-3487038729576760400?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3487038729576760400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=3487038729576760400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3487038729576760400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3487038729576760400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-cause-i-love-leslie.html' title='Just &apos;cause I love Leslie...'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SQai3rqG1hI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/rf_8nBsv0_U/s72-c/Les+and+Kir_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-7476959758389227778</id><published>2008-10-26T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:56:11.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, so naughty and oh, so cute.</title><content type='html'>Kate is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so naughty when she colors on the floor and walls with crayons.&lt;br /&gt;But oh, so cute when she is coloring in her new princess coloring book daddy got her FROM Disneyworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so naughty when she draws on Ian's homework with a marker.&lt;br /&gt;But, oh, so cute when she exclaims, "I do homewahk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so naughty when she runs away at top speed down they hall at church.&lt;br /&gt;But oh, so cute when she you finally catch up with her and she gives you a big squeeze and a pat- pat on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so naughty, when she rips six keys off daddy's laptop while he's out.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so cute while she is watching me fix them and saying, "Thassa P, Mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SQVmxvRwuaI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Br2Fz44XEF0/s1600-h/Kate_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SQVmxvRwuaI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Br2Fz44XEF0/s320/Kate_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261724744342878626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give you away, Kate, if you just weren't s'darn cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-7476959758389227778?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7476959758389227778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=7476959758389227778' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7476959758389227778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7476959758389227778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-so-naughty-oh-so-cute.html' title='Oh, so naughty and oh, so cute.'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SQVmxvRwuaI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Br2Fz44XEF0/s72-c/Kate_edited-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-2028042762766632272</id><published>2008-10-19T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:40:50.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart YW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPwYfBnRbBI/AAAAAAAAAxA/o4zZaw_hKS8/s1600-h/DSC07815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPwYfBnRbBI/AAAAAAAAAxA/o4zZaw_hKS8/s320/DSC07815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259105386150063122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been serving in the YW program in my ward for just over a year and now I'll be serving as the YW president. I'm a little scared but also excited and just filled with love for these girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken at the Newport Beach Temple with six of the best girls in the world: Nory, Jolie, Kiara, Hannah, Rachel and Channing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPwVaxsHpCI/AAAAAAAAAw4/cU2LytV3CpA/s1600-h/unit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-2028042762766632272?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2028042762766632272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=2028042762766632272' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2028042762766632272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2028042762766632272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-this-church.html' title='I Heart YW!'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPwYfBnRbBI/AAAAAAAAAxA/o4zZaw_hKS8/s72-c/DSC07815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-2411458879175751428</id><published>2008-10-10T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:51:45.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scholastic-Schmastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAhTvoEYCI/AAAAAAAAAwg/dpmwFgz1RbE/s1600-h/trixieribbon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAhTvoEYCI/AAAAAAAAAwg/dpmwFgz1RbE/s200/trixieribbon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255737388227125282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love books. I always have. I remember being Ian's age and just wanting to devour books. You know, in the non-literal sense. My grandpa once sent me a whole set of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trixie-belden.com/books/books.htm"&gt;Trixie Belden Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my birthday and I read them in two days. I still love curling up in bed with a good book, reading late into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAhTcTSreI/AAAAAAAAAwY/H3cF8SEugKc/s1600-h/TheNeverendingStory1997Edition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAhTcTSreI/AAAAAAAAAwY/H3cF8SEugKc/s200/TheNeverendingStory1997Edition.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255737383039708642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAhHmcxSlI/AAAAAAAAAvw/XUkg5qMKS6A/s1600-h/Momo_English.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAhHmcxSlI/AAAAAAAAAvw/XUkg5qMKS6A/s200/Momo_English.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255737179605387858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorites in 3rd grade were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Neverending Story&lt;/span&gt; by Micheal Ende -you remember the movie- and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Momo&lt;/span&gt; by the same author- both originally in German. (If you didn't know already...I grew up speaking German and didn't learn to speak English fluently until I was about 7 or 8 years old.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these books really made me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAhTQYW97I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/bKOFjxmQFvI/s1600-h/tales+of+the+fourth+grade+nothing.L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAhTQYW97I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/bKOFjxmQFvI/s200/tales+of+the+fourth+grade+nothing.L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255737379839735730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAhTW45UTI/AAAAAAAAAwI/qLr3YeH9G68/s1600-h/ramona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAhTW45UTI/AAAAAAAAAwI/qLr3YeH9G68/s200/ramona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255737381586817330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember going to the book fair at school  during fourth grade after I moved to the States and wishing with all my little heart that my mom would buy me those books on display in the library. I remember Judy Blume books like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tales of the Fourth Grade Nothing&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ramona Quimby&lt;/span&gt; Series by Beverly Cleary. My mom neverl et me buy these. But she did let me ride my bike to the library all summer long to check out as many books as my library card would allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am cheap, and Ben is cheaper still, I decided two years ago when Ian got his first Scholastic Book Order Form in Kindergarten, that my kids should have the privilege of buying "those books" just because I didn't. So we became fans of Scholastic! At first Ian was choosing cute books by Dr. Seuss and Eric Carl, and other favorites like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magic School Bus&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tree House&lt;/span&gt; books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAjF4mBXRI/AAAAAAAAAww/sygDWQrEV4s/s1600-h/dr-seuss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAjF4mBXRI/AAAAAAAAAww/sygDWQrEV4s/s200/dr-seuss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255739349139545362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAjF8szPAI/AAAAAAAAAwo/S1iDMG9V9Fc/s1600-h/hungrycaterpillar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAjF8szPAI/AAAAAAAAAwo/S1iDMG9V9Fc/s200/hungrycaterpillar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255739350241721346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAhHjUmYAI/AAAAAAAAAvo/R3MlNbaLjZs/s1600-h/Magic-School-Bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAhHjUmYAI/AAAAAAAAAvo/R3MlNbaLjZs/s200/Magic-School-Bus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255737178765811714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAhH0g7UVI/AAAAAAAAAv4/OxtGbjYXKD8/s1600-h/MTH+tigers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAhH0g7UVI/AAAAAAAAAv4/OxtGbjYXKD8/s200/MTH+tigers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255737183380918610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAhHWe7xtI/AAAAAAAAAvg/yPfHZhhb44k/s1600-h/captain+underpants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAhHWe7xtI/AAAAAAAAAvg/yPfHZhhb44k/s200/captain+underpants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255737175319496402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the years, Scholastic Book Orders have become a little more annoying. The boys started wanting books with Star Wars and Indiana Jones and Captain Underpants in the title. While not the best choices, at least these books have a plot. However, the latest requests have been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pokemon Guidebook&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Test your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Video Game IQ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAhH48mzWI/AAAAAAAAAwA/HKPT4-N49ws/s1600-h/pokemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAhH48mzWI/AAAAAAAAAwA/HKPT4-N49ws/s200/pokemon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255737184570756450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The latter was Ian's choice for this month. I a) tried to talk him out of it, b) refused you pay for it,  c) tried explain to him that this does not necessarily qualify as a good book and d) conceded when he insisted on using his own hard-earned allowance to buy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Side note -I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Video Game IQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; is my new favorite oxymoron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't even get me started on the non-book junk they offer. They even sell &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;video games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which, to me, are the complete opposite of books - neither educational or imaginative, frying brain cells left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This item was truly alarming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPATZgR66FI/AAAAAAAAAuw/fmt4ngDbPaE/s1600-h/DSC08057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPATZgR66FI/AAAAAAAAAuw/fmt4ngDbPaE/s400/DSC08057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255722094024124498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How early do we really need to introduce texting? Ian is in 2nd grade and is still learning how to actually spell words.&lt;br /&gt;imo txtng isnt the bst thng vr to hapn 2 the englsh lngj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It costs $20! It would take Ian four months to earn that kind of cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's practically encouraging kids to text each other in class. What teacher wants that going on?! in second grade!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Shhh...this pen really writes but it's also a texting device!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It only works up to 10 feet away??? Can't you just talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It looks like a pregnancy test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to quit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scholastic&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe my mom was on to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, really there still are a lot of good options  with  Scholastic and there's always the library...&lt;br /&gt;Please share your favorite children's books in your comments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-2411458879175751428?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2411458879175751428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=2411458879175751428' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2411458879175751428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2411458879175751428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/10/scholastic-schmastic.html' title='Scholastic-Schmastic'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SPAhTvoEYCI/AAAAAAAAAwg/dpmwFgz1RbE/s72-c/trixieribbon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-3761712003696121782</id><published>2008-09-28T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:47:11.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with Words</title><content type='html'>I discovered &lt;a href="http://wordle.net/"&gt;WORDLES!&lt;/a&gt; This is an amazingly fun cool invention! I think I could do this all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family wordle:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SOBO05KHObI/AAAAAAAAAtM/kuvfBBadhmc/s1600-h/Family+Wordle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SOBO05KHObI/AAAAAAAAAtM/kuvfBBadhmc/s400/Family+Wordle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251283836117399986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wordle that wordle created from my blog URL feed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SOBO0MxwPqI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_GkKbGcbCww/s1600-h/blog+wordle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SOBO0MxwPqI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_GkKbGcbCww/s400/blog+wordle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251283824204070562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it &lt;a href="http://wordle.net/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-3761712003696121782?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3761712003696121782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=3761712003696121782' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3761712003696121782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3761712003696121782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/09/playing-with-words.html' title='Playing with Words'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SOBO05KHObI/AAAAAAAAAtM/kuvfBBadhmc/s72-c/Family+Wordle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-898954492690019273</id><published>2008-09-24T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:07:23.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiest Place on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SNpXbtvyLjI/AAAAAAAAAss/6HriG3SCwSE/s1600-h/DSC07758_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SNpXbtvyLjI/AAAAAAAAAss/6HriG3SCwSE/s200/DSC07758_edited-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249604449301835314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SNpXb7eT9AI/AAAAAAAAAs0/pDhHKY0jVro/s1600-h/DSC07746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SNpXb7eT9AI/AAAAAAAAAs0/pDhHKY0jVro/s200/DSC07746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249604452986647554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SNpXcbu7pZI/AAAAAAAAAs8/vc6N8_6iVQY/s1600-h/DSC07759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SNpXcbu7pZI/AAAAAAAAAs8/vc6N8_6iVQY/s200/DSC07759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249604461646292370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney just announced their 2009 promotion...here's a link to the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap_travel/20080918/ap_tr_ge/travel_brief_disney_birthdays"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1222268464_0"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap_travel/20080918/ap_tr_ge/travel_b&lt;br /&gt;rief_disney_birthdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is that you get in FREE on your birthday during 2009!  Just a valid ID and proof of birthdate required. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you already have a pass, you can either get a free ticket for next year, a bunch of Fastpasses, or a gift card worth the price of admission that you can use to buy merchandise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1222268464_1"&gt;happiest place on earth&lt;/span&gt; just got happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with free room and breakfast at the Hotel M., what are you waiting for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-898954492690019273?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/898954492690019273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=898954492690019273' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/898954492690019273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/898954492690019273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/09/happiest-place-on-earth.html' title='Happiest Place on Earth'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SNpXbtvyLjI/AAAAAAAAAss/6HriG3SCwSE/s72-c/DSC07758_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-8050932979027699500</id><published>2008-09-18T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:18:25.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning about Diversity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SNMwMeT6UPI/AAAAAAAAAsU/IjUFqMj6uus/s1600-h/09-18-08_1942_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SNMwMeT6UPI/AAAAAAAAAsU/IjUFqMj6uus/s320/09-18-08_1942_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247590981669900530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a state with a very diverse population. Really, it's one of the things I love most about California. My kids go to school and realize there are all kinds of people who speak different languages, have different beliefs or have a different color of skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at this wall I saw today at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to School Night&lt;/span&gt;, filled with little self-portraits of culturally diverse children, all in Ian's new second grade class. How beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only, I'm not sure what race Ian thinks he belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SNMyGwLxgJI/AAAAAAAAAsk/H4UBvDyQliI/s1600-h/09-18-08_1944_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SNMyGwLxgJI/AAAAAAAAAsk/H4UBvDyQliI/s320/09-18-08_1944_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247593082411647122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-8050932979027699500?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8050932979027699500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=8050932979027699500' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8050932979027699500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8050932979027699500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/09/color-blind.html' title='Learning about Diversity'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SNMwMeT6UPI/AAAAAAAAAsU/IjUFqMj6uus/s72-c/09-18-08_1942_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-7870591331234556970</id><published>2008-09-17T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:09:18.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wacky Wednesday</title><content type='html'>We are involved in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; activities this fall. Like the perfect storm, today they all fell on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Go to her first scripture study class at church, lead music for the first time at Music Makers (a co-operative music program I go to with Kate), plan and attend YW activity--we tie-dyed T-shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: swim team, piano lesson, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lights on Broadway&lt;/span&gt; practice (Stake Broadway review)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SNHhUVuhf5I/AAAAAAAAAro/F1iJW9v1th4/s1600-h/DSC08003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SNHhUVuhf5I/AAAAAAAAAro/F1iJW9v1th4/s320/DSC08003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247222780409249682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: soccer practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SNHhUo5pshI/AAAAAAAAArw/B2upqMmZOEs/s1600-h/DSC08006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SNHhUo5pshI/AAAAAAAAArw/B2upqMmZOEs/s320/DSC08006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247222785556197906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: coach soccer, practice for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lights on Broadway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: trying to go to the potty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SNHhU1O9RDI/AAAAAAAAAr4/4q-XMC-egyE/s1600-h/DSC07992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SNHhU1O9RDI/AAAAAAAAAr4/4q-XMC-egyE/s320/DSC07992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247222788866786354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not include our regular daily tasks such as school, work, homework, carpools, chores, reading, practicing the piano, grocery shopping, cleaning, cooking, laundry, not to mention squeezing in the things we enjoy...exercising, reading a mommy book, taking pictures to blog about, playing at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-7870591331234556970?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7870591331234556970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=7870591331234556970' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7870591331234556970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7870591331234556970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/09/wacky-wednesday.html' title='Wacky Wednesday'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SNHhUVuhf5I/AAAAAAAAAro/F1iJW9v1th4/s72-c/DSC08003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-4153739834508465194</id><published>2008-09-08T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:29:17.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morning Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imi.cz/zbozi/obrazky_eso%5CGiving2005%5C4782.32%2035%203d%20classic%20alarm%20clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.imi.cz/zbozi/obrazky_eso%5CGiving2005%5C4782.32%2035%203d%20classic%20alarm%20clock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:05am - My alarm goes off. I pull my body out of bed and get ready to go swimming. My goggles are missing. My brain finally turns on enough to remember they are in my swimming bag.&lt;br /&gt;6:20am - I get in the pool. It's a little chilly today. My friend Audra and I have a great discussion about Prop 8 (see left sidebar).&lt;br /&gt;7:00am - I get out of the pool. My thoughts turn to the upcoming whirlwind. Last year did not always go well, but this year will be better even if I have two boys to get off to school. I might even squeeze in a shower before they leave!&lt;br /&gt;7:00am - The boys' alarm has gone off - hopefully they are eating breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;7:08am - I get home. The boys are not eating breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;7:10am - I get the boys their breakfast, I start making lunches. At least Kate isn't awake yet.&lt;br /&gt;7:12am - Kate wakes up - she asks to watch Curious George -she can't watch TV right now because it will incapacitate the boys. It will render them motionless and cause them to completely lose all control of their senses. Kate doesn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;7:15am - I'm still trying to make lunches and urge the boys to eat faster. My brother, who is here visiting, wakes up and I get him some breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;7:20am - The boys are done eating breakfast but the lunches are not done. I send the boys upstairs to get dressed. Their clothes are laid out so it should go fast.&lt;br /&gt;7:25 am - I finish the lunches. I want to get out of my swim suit and take a shower. I go upstairs to find the boys playing with their Legos. I gently urge them to get ready faster. Maybe I had better not get in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;7:30am - I see Ben off to work. I put the lunches in the back packs and clean up the mess I made, all the while shouting at the boys upstairs to continue getting dressed and brush their teeth. My brother wants to take a shower. I ask him to wait until the boys have brushed their teeth.&lt;br /&gt;7:35am - Ian has taken his pajamas off, but is still not dressed. Jacob is going #2 on the toilet which could take a while. I warn that they only have ten minutes left.&lt;br /&gt;7:40am - Ian is almost dressed. Jacob brushes his teeth and is just starting to get dressed. I give them a lecture about being on time and that I will just let them take their sweet time tomorrow and take them when they are ready and THEY can tell their teachers themselves why they are late.&lt;br /&gt;7:42am - I yell at Ian to get his socks and shoes on. I yell at Jacob WHO IS STILL NOT DRESSED and tell him he has 3 MINUTES until Sister B---- is here and that he'd better get busy fast.&lt;br /&gt;7:43am - I'm combing Ian's hair while he is brushing his teeth and hoping that Jacob is getting dressed. Kate is following me around crying for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;7:44am - Jacob IS dressed and I'm throwing on Ian's shoes, getting a comb to do Jacob's hair and trying to fend off Kate.&lt;br /&gt;7:45am - Ian says a quick prayer while I am praying in my heart that I can be forgiven for yelling at my kids, that Sister B---- won't wonder why I'm wearing my swimsuit and cover-up, and that my brother is having a fun vacation and won't think I'm insane.&lt;br /&gt;7:46am - I sigh in relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-4153739834508465194?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4153739834508465194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=4153739834508465194' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4153739834508465194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4153739834508465194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/09/morning-rush.html' title='The Morning Rush'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-7032195050023808256</id><published>2008-09-04T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:42:12.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huzzah for School!</title><content type='html'>The boys started school today! I wasn't quite ready for the summer to be over - we really had a fun time this year doing whatever we wanted when we wanted. I will miss that. BUT it's also nice to have a schedule and actually be productive and learning. So huzzah for school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SMCzCNxxtgI/AAAAAAAAArA/LDgCvHiiO_s/s1600-h/DSC07887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SMCzCNxxtgI/AAAAAAAAArA/LDgCvHiiO_s/s320/DSC07887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242386816898807298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob, who I swear was just a baby, started Kindergarten today. He was all smiles. He couldn't wait to go and try this new adventure and just about burst when he put on his new Star Wars shirt he's been waiting to wear for a week. How did I do, you ask?  Well, we had a little bit of a hectic morning (Kate was not feeling too well and had the biggest, wettest blow-out of her life!) The whole taking pictures and walking-to-school-to-avoid-the-parking-mess didn't really work out. Luckily, we at least made it in time. I kissed boy 2  goodbye and he walked right up those steps to his teacher who was waiting to greet him while I got a little teary-eyed. Then he turned around and waved and gave me one of those big smiles and I almost lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SMCzCge9XYI/AAAAAAAAArI/SfbSxC7543o/s1600-h/Ian+2nd+grade.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SMCzCge9XYI/AAAAAAAAArI/SfbSxC7543o/s320/Ian+2nd+grade.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242386821920152962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian, the veteran, began 2nd grade. When I asked him if he was nervous or excited, he said, "Kind of in between." He stood in line and waited for his teacher and I couldn't resist giving him a big smooch on the cheek as he was about to leave. He gave me one of those looks that said, "Mo-om, not in front of the other kids I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; met!" mixed with "Okay, you can kiss me...but this is the last year I'm letting you do this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob has morning Kindergarten and is only in school for 3 hours 20 minutes, which I like. I always enjoy the one on one time with my kids. So when Jacob got home, we opened his Schultüte (German tradition: all children receive a cone thingy filled with school supplies, treats and gifts in celebration of that first school day ever!) When asked for his opinion of the day: "School is way better than preschool." Hopefully he enjoys the next 180 days just as much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SMCz6YshDDI/AAAAAAAAArY/h_-V6TOZhgk/s1600-h/DSC07909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SMCz6YshDDI/AAAAAAAAArY/h_-V6TOZhgk/s320/DSC07909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242387781902208050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun...here are the boys two years ago when Ian began Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SMC4MSLHjsI/AAAAAAAAArg/KUPA8I_2gcU/s1600-h/Ian+school+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SMC4MSLHjsI/AAAAAAAAArg/KUPA8I_2gcU/s320/Ian+school+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242392487435669186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-7032195050023808256?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7032195050023808256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=7032195050023808256' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7032195050023808256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7032195050023808256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/09/huzzah-for-school.html' title='Huzzah for School!'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SMCzCNxxtgI/AAAAAAAAArA/LDgCvHiiO_s/s72-c/DSC07887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-5408599366477640645</id><published>2008-09-01T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:56:53.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Beach Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SLxHjnSCWOI/AAAAAAAAAqg/NG7SXu7UGto/s1600-h/mom%27snightout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SLxHjnSCWOI/AAAAAAAAAqg/NG7SXu7UGto/s320/mom%27snightout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241142743518042338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a beach retreat just for the gals in our ward. It turned out to be a fabulous get-away! I feel like I went on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my favorite beach -Three Arch Bay- it's private, clean, not crowded&lt;br /&gt;The company was unbeatable - love you gals!&lt;br /&gt;We went boogie boarding as long as we wanted to&lt;br /&gt;We had yummy food - the best part for me was the gourmet s'mores&lt;br /&gt;We made a fire and talked into the night&lt;br /&gt;There were no kids to worry about!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SLxHj3Sw6WI/AAAAAAAAAqw/09bp6ni3wyY/s1600-h/DSC07822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SLxHj3Sw6WI/AAAAAAAAAqw/09bp6ni3wyY/s320/DSC07822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241142747816061282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SLxHj4SEzlI/AAAAAAAAAqo/6Ec0NT50Oi8/s1600-h/CIMG0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SLxHj4SEzlI/AAAAAAAAAqo/6Ec0NT50Oi8/s320/CIMG0614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241142748081606226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SLxIHrclcAI/AAAAAAAAAq4/r2ET5_ysvK4/s1600-h/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SLxIHrclcAI/AAAAAAAAAq4/r2ET5_ysvK4/s320/fire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241143363111317506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely going to become a tradition!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-5408599366477640645?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5408599366477640645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=5408599366477640645' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/5408599366477640645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/5408599366477640645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/09/moms-beach-retreat.html' title='Mom&apos;s Beach Retreat'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SLxHjnSCWOI/AAAAAAAAAqg/NG7SXu7UGto/s72-c/mom%27snightout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-3917389886732844297</id><published>2008-08-22T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:37:43.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Equation for Misery</title><content type='html'>1 almost-kindergartener&lt;br /&gt;+ 1 kindergarten check-up&lt;br /&gt;+ 1 active two-year-old&lt;br /&gt;+ 1 doctor we didn't know because ours went out of town&lt;br /&gt;+ 1 brand-new nurse&lt;br /&gt;+ 1 new, very slow, not-so-easy-to-use computer system&lt;br /&gt;+ 3 shots&lt;br /&gt;+ 1 finger pricking blood test&lt;br /&gt;+ 1 TB test -OOPS- given as a shot in the arm instead of under the skin&lt;br /&gt;+ 1 extra shot because someone miscounted the number of shots because they administered the TB skin test AS A SHOT!&lt;br /&gt;+ 1 mom who keeps saying this is the last prick and that it might not hurt so much this time...&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;= 3 hours in the doctor's office&lt;br /&gt;= 6 pricks&lt;br /&gt;= 1 sad mistrustful little boy&lt;br /&gt;= 1 miserable mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SK-qJxJq60I/AAAAAAAAAqY/Uh67gdr8AIw/s1600-h/DSC07764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SK-qJxJq60I/AAAAAAAAAqY/Uh67gdr8AIw/s320/DSC07764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237591976444619586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Jake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-3917389886732844297?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3917389886732844297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=3917389886732844297' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3917389886732844297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3917389886732844297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/08/equation-for-misery.html' title='Equation for Misery'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SK-qJxJq60I/AAAAAAAAAqY/Uh67gdr8AIw/s72-c/DSC07764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-5646852830817730746</id><published>2008-08-21T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:18:41.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Established 1998</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S2CLEUMGEDo/SK2PhNY_8aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZbBCOPmL3h8/s1600-h/Image1-71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S2CLEUMGEDo/SK2PhNY_8aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZbBCOPmL3h8/s320/Image1-71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236999742394724770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;While Kirsten has been a star at keeping up this blog, I have not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If there were ever a good day to post, today is the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You see, 10 years ago today, Kirsten said yes and my life has been forever changed for the better.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not sure if I have the same witty creative talents of my beautiful wife, so this post may not measure up to her standards.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do have to say that Kirsten is a wonderful person, and I couldn’t be a luckier man to be married to her for time and all eternity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has always been there for me, through the good times and the bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have had many great experiences together, and we have been blessed with three outstanding children.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thinking back on that day 10 years ago, I don’t think that I could have imagined where we would be today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The time truly has flown by, the kids are getting older so quickly, and I expect that even on our 50&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; anniversary it will seem like we just got married yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SK3bVcHPQAI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/dhmjOJOnlBc/s1600-h/Ben+and+Kir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SK3bVcHPQAI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/dhmjOJOnlBc/s320/Ben+and+Kir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237083103072043010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S2CLEUMGEDo/SK2KvV8WwMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ULMbjpVBOOA/s1600-h/Image1-74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S2CLEUMGEDo/SK2KvV8WwMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ULMbjpVBOOA/s320/Image1-74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236994487650533570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank you Kirsten for everything that you are, and everything that you have helped me become.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4b373f94fa3711f5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b373f94fa3711f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703259%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8353692B746F655E57D91DE1C721F733E9539445.6CFEA7617365FDCA490CEB76DF6048844B8B33D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b373f94fa3711f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dre0r8Fj8glpGth_bHxvptasCFI0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b373f94fa3711f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703259%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8353692B746F655E57D91DE1C721F733E9539445.6CFEA7617365FDCA490CEB76DF6048844B8B33D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b373f94fa3711f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dre0r8Fj8glpGth_bHxvptasCFI0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For those of you who understand German, you’ll love this song.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For those who don’t…well the music is nice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is a line in this song that played a role very early on in our story, “Einsamkeit traegt sich leichter zu zweit”, which means “Loneliness is easier to bear as two”.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-5646852830817730746?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4b373f94fa3711f5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5646852830817730746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=5646852830817730746' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/5646852830817730746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/5646852830817730746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/08/established-1998.html' title='Established 1998'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845728156095026686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S2CLEUMGEDo/SK2PhNY_8aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZbBCOPmL3h8/s72-c/Image1-71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-4172126206557843380</id><published>2008-08-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:38:07.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST married</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SK3aBNuj2ZI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ZsGjxpcBiYQ/s1600-h/Justin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SK3aBNuj2ZI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ZsGjxpcBiYQ/s320/Justin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237081656101427602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SK3aSaFhcKI/AAAAAAAAAqA/bRzNLJns94g/s1600-h/Engagement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SK3aSaFhcKI/AAAAAAAAAqA/bRzNLJns94g/s320/Engagement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237081951476740258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SK3aAhm3BHI/AAAAAAAAApg/-mgndy5vAAI/s1600-h/Caylie+and+Kate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SK3aAhm3BHI/AAAAAAAAApg/-mgndy5vAAI/s320/Caylie+and+Kate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237081644257969266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SK3aAmCwYOI/AAAAAAAAApo/FoUzh-CHUCQ/s1600-h/Finger+lickin%27+Kate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SK3aAmCwYOI/AAAAAAAAApo/FoUzh-CHUCQ/s320/Finger+lickin%27+Kate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237081645448716514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SK3aphmTw6I/AAAAAAAAAqI/ZKxRbcN9LEU/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SK3aphmTw6I/AAAAAAAAAqI/ZKxRbcN9LEU/s320/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237082348630295458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SK3aAwtyaUI/AAAAAAAAApw/HfXxzlkX9Kk/s1600-h/Justin+and+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SK3aAwtyaUI/AAAAAAAAApw/HfXxzlkX9Kk/s320/Justin+and+Sarah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237081648313559362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from Utah to attend Ben's youngest brother's wedding. Justin married Sarah  on August 14th and we think they are very cute together. Their wedding was a lot of fun and it was good to see all of Ben's 7 siblings and all of their spouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding really had an impact on Kate. She loved Sarah's dress. She loved the chocolate fountain, she wanted to devour the cake. But I was touched one night, after we returned home and I told her a favorite princess fairy tale. I ended with, "...and the prince took the princess to his castle and they got married and lived happily ever after." Her response was, "In the temple?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what it's all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Justin and Sarah for living your lives right so that you could marry in the temple and for being such great examples to my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I have to give credit where credit is due...these great photographs were taken by photographer &lt;a href="http://jarviestudios.com/blog/"&gt;Scott Jarvie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-4172126206557843380?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4172126206557843380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=4172126206557843380' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4172126206557843380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4172126206557843380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-married.html' title='JUST married'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SK3aBNuj2ZI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ZsGjxpcBiYQ/s72-c/Justin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-2533203222036170863</id><published>2008-08-08T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:11:20.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just finished...</title><content type='html'>reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SJxsSeSumWI/AAAAAAAAApI/Vhskpde2fio/s1600-h/Breaking_Dawn_Cover_by_TranquilitySurreil.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SJxsSeSumWI/AAAAAAAAApI/Vhskpde2fio/s400/Breaking_Dawn_Cover_by_TranquilitySurreil.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232175931722733922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the escape. Thanks for making me forget my kids and my housework for the last few days. Thanks for helping me get one step closer to overcoming my fear of vampires. Thanks for being an inspiration: even busy moms can follow their dreams. You rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SJxs-NrW2zI/AAAAAAAAApQ/QS9QTqa92dQ/s1600-h/stephenie+meyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SJxs-NrW2zI/AAAAAAAAApQ/QS9QTqa92dQ/s400/stephenie+meyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232176683176876850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-2533203222036170863?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2533203222036170863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=2533203222036170863' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2533203222036170863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2533203222036170863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-bother-me.html' title='Just finished...'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SJxsSeSumWI/AAAAAAAAApI/Vhskpde2fio/s72-c/Breaking_Dawn_Cover_by_TranquilitySurreil.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-5688653555874513181</id><published>2008-07-30T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:26.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Californians</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SJC_h0OXftI/AAAAAAAAApA/wnFUZNR1ej4/s1600-h/capt.9c389c1a620d4349a996b854c901c9bd.california_earthquake_la108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SJC_h0OXftI/AAAAAAAAApA/wnFUZNR1ej4/s400/capt.9c389c1a620d4349a996b854c901c9bd.california_earthquake_la108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228889755052637906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 11:42 am we were hit by a 5.4 magnitude earthquake. It wasn't the first earthquake I have felt, but it was certainly the biggest and the longest.&lt;br /&gt;Here's my story. I was just closing my garage door when the house began shaking. The car looked like it was rocking. Other earthquakes I've experienced were over in a matter of moments, so when this one kept going I started to get a little nervous. I got even more nervous when I swayed as the ground under me rocked back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;"It's an earthquake," I said to my kids, "C'mon, let's get outside." I grabbed Kate and we hurried into the backyard. By then it was pretty much over. It lasted 30 seconds! Our reactions? Ian and Jake thought it was fun. Kate used her scary deep voice to say, "Quaaaaaykake!" all afternoon. Ben, who lived through the 1989 San Francisco earthquake congratulated the rest of us on becoming true Californians. I have two feelings on the subject:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm grateful that it wasn't any worse.&lt;br /&gt;2. I need to be more prepared in case it ever is any worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-5688653555874513181?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5688653555874513181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=5688653555874513181' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/5688653555874513181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/5688653555874513181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/07/true-californians.html' title='True Californians'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SJC_h0OXftI/AAAAAAAAApA/wnFUZNR1ej4/s72-c/capt.9c389c1a620d4349a996b854c901c9bd.california_earthquake_la108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-8504104664858750546</id><published>2008-07-26T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:27.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging about not blogging</title><content type='html'>Why, oh WHY have I not posted anything for the last 5 weeks?? I love to blog! I also love realizing I am in a situation that I can blog about. I love reading other people's blogs and get annoyed when they haven't blogged for, say a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been busy. BUT you should always make time for the things you really love to do, right? Right. Maybe I just needed a break from blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in an effort to catch up, I'll share some summaries of posts that have been floating around in my head while I've been busy with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Girls Camp. I had such a blast. I know as a leader, it can be a dreaded occasion, but really, I had a great time. Oh, I did sleep far less than usual, but we were in cabins and ate in a cafeteria, so I can't complain. Not even about the three bear sightings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Double Play Date. This was classic. It deserves more than a summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What others can learn about play-dating from two adorable girls, both of whom I would love to have as my daughters-in-law. Photos have been altered to protect the innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SI1d9f69-tI/AAAAAAAAAo4/0sULsRdRuxU/s1600-h/Double+play+date.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SI1d9f69-tI/AAAAAAAAAo4/0sULsRdRuxU/s320/Double+play+date.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227938053569247954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear great clothes and accessories.  Ask boys, "Do you like my bracelet?" Don't fret if they grunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If necessary, bring a weapon: "I brought my sword. Just in case."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define the relationship. "Sister M_____, I have to tell you a secret. My sister is in love with Jacob and I'm in love with Ian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun! "Can we come to your house every day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When getting dropped off again at home, bust a move at the door. Hug them and say:&lt;br /&gt;"You have to stay here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Trip to Utah. Trying to find the perfect balance of fun and sanity with 38 people in the same house: including a visit to the Copper Mine, Seven Peaks, BYU, Donut Falls, Thanksgiving Point...also, several late nights of Perler Beads and Mafia. Oh, and I forgot to take my camera. On our biggest vacation of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Post Vacation Costco Trip. Big trip to Costco with all three of my kids. Jacob forgets his shoes. This is not the first time that has happened. Kate won't sit in the cart. She can get out of those cart seat belts in a flash. As the cart gets filled with groceries, Jake can no longer sit in it, so he's now walking around the store in his bare feet. Ian gets lost twice. Check-out actually goes smoothly - amazing! Finally, while I am buying hot dogs --since we have nothing to eat at home-- Kate begins &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shredding&lt;/span&gt; the receipt (you know, the Costco receipt without which you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; leave the store!) into little pieces! I bring these little pieces of paper to the exit. I try to explain to the  receipt-checker-lady, who looks at my shredded receipt and says, "Well, I only really need to know how many items you bought. Can we find that piece?" We find it and she puts a little check on the little shred of paper while eyeing Kate wiggling her way out of the seat belt. I'm hoping she doesn't figure out that the shoe-less five-year old also belongs to me. She hands me back the "receipt" and as I'm leaving says, "You know the next time this happens..." I am halfway to my car before she finishes. I never want to go to Costco again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite day at the beach so far this year. I think it had to do with the fact that I was at my favorite PRIVATE beach -Three Arch Bay, with some of my favorite friends, the Behunins. We caught some great waves on our Boogie boards, and we watched Ben rally a troop of kids to remove half a ton of seaweed out of the ocean so we could surf without getting all tangled up in the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SI1XvmYLyoI/AAAAAAAAAoY/SZX30YqV8is/s1600-h/DSC07532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SI1XvmYLyoI/AAAAAAAAAoY/SZX30YqV8is/s320/DSC07532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227931217714465410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SI1XwNDeEHI/AAAAAAAAAog/O7WfyyCkImI/s1600-h/DSC07534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SI1XwNDeEHI/AAAAAAAAAog/O7WfyyCkImI/s320/DSC07534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227931228096565362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Girls Camp Revisited. 14 + High adventure camp--Surfing for the first time! Finding a very long snake right in the middle of our camp site and trying to fall asleep to the sound of the I-5 and the Metrolink train within 200 yards. Good thing it was an overnighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. First time to Old World in HB. It's like a little German neighborhood with a great German restaurant. The best bread ever! Isn't Ben cute in Lederhosen? (Maybe this will make him leave a comment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SI1XvWcDFtI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/YbJv51XI5c4/s1600-h/07-16-08_1928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SI1XvWcDFtI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/YbJv51XI5c4/s320/07-16-08_1928.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227931213435705042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-8504104664858750546?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8504104664858750546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=8504104664858750546' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8504104664858750546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8504104664858750546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/07/blogging-about-not-blogging.html' title='Blogging about not blogging'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SI1d9f69-tI/AAAAAAAAAo4/0sULsRdRuxU/s72-c/Double+play+date.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-3346678507096607806</id><published>2008-06-24T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:28.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jake is 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SGFSYKpqnCI/AAAAAAAAAns/djYW4HRfujc/s1600-h/With+mommy+and+Ian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SGFSYKpqnCI/AAAAAAAAAns/djYW4HRfujc/s320/With+mommy+and+Ian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215540418601196578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SGE9wBmFTjI/AAAAAAAAAnk/dSJsIDHj--Q/s1600-h/bwsmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SGE9wBmFTjI/AAAAAAAAAnk/dSJsIDHj--Q/s320/bwsmile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215517738742926898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that this little guy is five years old! He is a special kid. He loves to learn, work out in the garden, is great at sharing and has a sense of humor. He knows how to have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's his favorite joke currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do sheep get their hair cut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bah-bah-shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Mario Party this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SGFXtcN9f1I/AAAAAAAAAoE/r7UujI0cl6E/s1600-h/mario-party+invitation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SGFXtcN9f1I/AAAAAAAAAoE/r7UujI0cl6E/s320/mario-party+invitation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215546281652223826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SGFTpKXbqVI/AAAAAAAAAn8/VRmA0e0XDck/s1600-h/DSC07167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SGFTpKXbqVI/AAAAAAAAAn8/VRmA0e0XDck/s320/DSC07167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215541810094123346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SGFTozA_g3I/AAAAAAAAAn0/gi1vApnI5uw/s1600-h/DSC07389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SGFTozA_g3I/AAAAAAAAAn0/gi1vApnI5uw/s320/DSC07389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215541803825988466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Jacob!&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/5769225005363224461-3346678507096607806?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3346678507096607806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=3346678507096607806' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3346678507096607806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3346678507096607806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/06/jake-is-5.html' title='Jake is 5!'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SGFSYKpqnCI/AAAAAAAAAns/djYW4HRfujc/s72-c/With+mommy+and+Ian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-6159026046654414083</id><published>2008-06-17T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:29.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Kate!</title><content type='html'>Two years ago this little bundle of joy joined our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SFgtXsa6GnI/AAAAAAAAAnc/8AHxV80X1sw/s1600-h/Pink+hat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SFgtXsa6GnI/AAAAAAAAAnc/8AHxV80X1sw/s320/Pink+hat2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212966453765610098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After having two boys, and then Kate, I really have come to appreciate her girliness. She loves all things pretty and all things princess. She wants to wear a dress EVERY day and don't forget matching shoes and accessories. Everyone is her "fend" and she definitely knows how to get her way. I love you Katie-Kates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday breakfast with Snow White and Kate's other "pincens" friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SFgsgECQM1I/AAAAAAAAAnU/yB1SCiK1TK4/s1600-h/Kate%2BSnow+White.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SFgsgECQM1I/AAAAAAAAAnU/yB1SCiK1TK4/s320/Kate%2BSnow+White.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212965498031977298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SFgrrK_TQYI/AAAAAAAAAm8/X_bo7tz4hH4/s1600-h/DSC07321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SFgrrK_TQYI/AAAAAAAAAm8/X_bo7tz4hH4/s320/DSC07321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212964589365576066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SFgrs60p0LI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ViTi2BIfxhw/s1600-h/DSC07363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SFgrs60p0LI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ViTi2BIfxhw/s320/DSC07363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212964619385688242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday, pretty princess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-6159026046654414083?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6159026046654414083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=6159026046654414083' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6159026046654414083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6159026046654414083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-kate.html' title='Happy Birthday, Kate!'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SFgtXsa6GnI/AAAAAAAAAnc/8AHxV80X1sw/s72-c/Pink+hat2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-2298913305266100590</id><published>2008-06-09T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:31.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this tag...</title><content type='html'>I'm not the biggest fan of tags...wait I have to qualify...I'm not a fan of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; too many&lt;/span&gt; tags.  However, I really liked this one on my friend Anisa's blog. It's creative and fun, so I'm doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reality Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: You have to take a picture of the following in your house, AS IS, right now. Then post them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fridge. You can't see...but it's not really that CLEAN.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing in it: Naked Juice. Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1PQ7TaN0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/RmoCIlKuTqE/s1600-h/DSC07197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1PQ7TaN0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/RmoCIlKuTqE/s320/DSC07197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209907496153134914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Closet. Our master bedroom closets in this house are huge! Love it. Except the mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1VWa3FN6I/AAAAAAAAAmk/35E_Uf5puBA/s1600-h/DSC07263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1VWa3FN6I/AAAAAAAAAmk/35E_Uf5puBA/s320/DSC07263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209914187593365410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sink. Yeah, dirty dishes...BUT we just had friends over for a big breakfast...two of my friends from high school and their spouses. Between us we have 7 kids, almost 8 degrees, 6 blogs, two minivans,  and 147 wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1WbAArouI/AAAAAAAAAms/0lYoayrjxpc/s1600-h/DSC07198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1WbAArouI/AAAAAAAAAms/0lYoayrjxpc/s320/DSC07198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209915365796848354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1PQF2u0OI/AAAAAAAAAlc/NXwSVcmFWHU/s1600-h/DSC07191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1PQF2u0OI/AAAAAAAAAlc/NXwSVcmFWHU/s320/DSC07191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209907481805770978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Toilet. As it turns out, I just cleaned this toilet. It gets sprayed with pee every day by Jacob, who usually runs in there at full speed, barely gets his pants down in time to relieve himself. No time to aim! Love Clorox wipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1UIBi3AlI/AAAAAAAAAmU/QpLuDBNtivs/s1600-h/DSC07261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1UIBi3AlI/AAAAAAAAAmU/QpLuDBNtivs/s320/DSC07261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209912840767865426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite shoes...any kind of flip-flops. We wear them year-round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1TlZaZgHI/AAAAAAAAAmE/JcalSf4RkgY/s1600-h/DSC07257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1TlZaZgHI/AAAAAAAAAmE/JcalSf4RkgY/s320/DSC07257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209912245879406706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite room. Today: the kitchen. I love the counter-tops, the room I have to cook, bake, create, and the view of the yard. (Remember we just had that big breakfast?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1UHuVMn6I/AAAAAAAAAmM/9kIcUeS5NSE/s1600-h/DSC07251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1UHuVMn6I/AAAAAAAAAmM/9kIcUeS5NSE/s320/DSC07251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209912835610288034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What my kids are doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: trying to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1PR8sNJiI/AAAAAAAAAl0/lPRoga4_wQg/s1600-h/DSC07203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1PR8sNJiI/AAAAAAAAAl0/lPRoga4_wQg/s320/DSC07203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209907513705440802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys: playing Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1PRKGnfdI/AAAAAAAAAls/7mFwvcwcgGM/s1600-h/DSC07201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1PRKGnfdI/AAAAAAAAAls/7mFwvcwcgGM/s320/DSC07201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209907500126010834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The laundry room. Too small. And it doubles as the entry way. It's always a mess in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1Ut9Fr2aI/AAAAAAAAAmc/SKNSkHouixI/s1600-h/DSC07262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1Ut9Fr2aI/AAAAAAAAAmc/SKNSkHouixI/s320/DSC07262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209913492406786466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Self-portrait. I don't like pictures of myself. But  I had some fun with these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1TE5p_VhI/AAAAAAAAAl8/C-ietg6rrYY/s1600-h/Self-portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1TE5p_VhI/AAAAAAAAAl8/C-ietg6rrYY/s320/Self-portrait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209911687599052306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Dream vacation. A trip around the world with my husband. I especially want to see China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.longpassages.org/images/China_Li_River.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.longpassages.org/images/China_Li_River.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.visitingnewzealand.com/images/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.visitingnewzealand.com/images/photo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG, you're it! (Only if you want to, of course)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-2298913305266100590?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2298913305266100590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=2298913305266100590' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2298913305266100590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2298913305266100590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-like-this-tag.html' title='I like this tag...'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SE1PQ7TaN0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/RmoCIlKuTqE/s72-c/DSC07197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-1814736585471105965</id><published>2008-06-05T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:34.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgiRNyRxaI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ujwPC5YEDoI/s1600-h/DSC07079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgiRNyRxaI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ujwPC5YEDoI/s320/DSC07079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208450648207639970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgiP9yRxWI/AAAAAAAAAkc/5VZKOLyz6WA/s1600-h/DSC07054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgiP9yRxWI/AAAAAAAAAkc/5VZKOLyz6WA/s320/DSC07054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208450626732803426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgiQ9yRxZI/AAAAAAAAAk0/2E75zUc8eIk/s1600-h/DSC07084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgiQ9yRxZI/AAAAAAAAAk0/2E75zUc8eIk/s320/DSC07084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208450643912672658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgiQNyRxXI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Fsr_A33au4k/s1600-h/DSC07055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgiQNyRxXI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Fsr_A33au4k/s320/DSC07055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208450631027770738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgjbdyRxbI/AAAAAAAAAlE/NleHWq16IXY/s1600-h/DSC07061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgjbdyRxbI/AAAAAAAAAlE/NleHWq16IXY/s320/DSC07061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208451923812926898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgbw9yRxRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/1FmMkq7jH38/s1600-h/katememorial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgbw9yRxRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/1FmMkq7jH38/s320/katememorial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208443497087091986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgiQdyRxYI/AAAAAAAAAks/I4V3l-x3Qx4/s1600-h/DSC07088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgiQdyRxYI/AAAAAAAAAks/I4V3l-x3Qx4/s320/DSC07088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208450635322738050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgbx9yRxTI/AAAAAAAAAkE/oLwPWaTktFg/s1600-h/DSC07024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgbx9yRxTI/AAAAAAAAAkE/oLwPWaTktFg/s320/DSC07024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208443514266961202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great Memorial Day! Ours was great! We did this last year (&lt;a href="http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2007/06/memorial-day.html"&gt;click here for the post&lt;/a&gt;) and plan to make it an annual event while we live in CA. The best part this year was  being with 5 out of 8 of Ben's siblings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgki9yRxcI/AAAAAAAAAlM/bH2V1glHhG8/s1600-h/DSC07069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgki9yRxcI/AAAAAAAAAlM/bH2V1glHhG8/s320/DSC07069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208453152173573570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgkjNyRxdI/AAAAAAAAAlU/T3ecc1dnlNM/s1600-h/DSC07093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgkjNyRxdI/AAAAAAAAAlU/T3ecc1dnlNM/s320/DSC07093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208453156468540882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgbxdyRxSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/g5XjdIRrcGo/s1600-h/memorialkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgbxdyRxSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/g5XjdIRrcGo/s320/memorialkids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208443505677026594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-1814736585471105965?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1814736585471105965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=1814736585471105965' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/1814736585471105965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/1814736585471105965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/06/memorial-day-2008.html' title='Memorial Day 2008'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEgiRNyRxaI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ujwPC5YEDoI/s72-c/DSC07079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-2325841416343736168</id><published>2008-05-24T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:35.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity Channeled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEDvwzAAQZI/AAAAAAAAAjs/aKFGYo7WJwU/s1600-h/kir2yearsold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEDvwzAAQZI/AAAAAAAAAjs/aKFGYo7WJwU/s320/kir2yearsold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206424790843277714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a little girl, I loved to draw. (Yeah, that's me in that awesome yellow coat!) The only problem was that I drew on everything...walls, dressers, cabinets. My mama finally put her foot down and told me I was no longer allowed to use the walls and furniture as my canvas. She must have been very adamant because I sure listened. I drew &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt; the drawers instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate seems to take after me in this arena. She's creative. loves to draw, but keep the pens and pencils out of reach! Kate has made a pretty picture on many a wall and table. And floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEDqHzAAQUI/AAAAAAAAAjE/n6Tch00T4kI/s1600-h/DSC06890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEDqHzAAQUI/AAAAAAAAAjE/n6Tch00T4kI/s200/DSC06890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206418588910502210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEDqIjAAQWI/AAAAAAAAAjU/mUHLanUus8k/s1600-h/DSC06280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEDqIjAAQWI/AAAAAAAAAjU/mUHLanUus8k/s200/DSC06280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206418601795404130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEDqITAAQVI/AAAAAAAAAjM/AA5e-a7ZZE0/s1600-h/DSC06588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 121px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEDqITAAQVI/AAAAAAAAAjM/AA5e-a7ZZE0/s200/DSC06588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206418597500436818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEDqIzAAQXI/AAAAAAAAAjc/U4AJ5qqkSQs/s1600-h/DSC06283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEDqIzAAQXI/AAAAAAAAAjc/U4AJ5qqkSQs/s200/DSC06283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206418606090371442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; place to "cawah" is on her arms and legs. Yeah! I think it's fabulous when she finds a Sharpie right before we are getting ready to leave for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEDoJDAAQTI/AAAAAAAAAi8/lCWqpnUPS4g/s1600-h/DSC06888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEDoJDAAQTI/AAAAAAAAAi8/lCWqpnUPS4g/s320/DSC06888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206416411362083122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate's latest is "do homework" at Ian's desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEDtozAAQYI/AAAAAAAAAjk/bOJ6WNTOXHY/s1600-h/DSC06987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEDtozAAQYI/AAAAAAAAAjk/bOJ6WNTOXHY/s320/DSC06987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206422454381068674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's about the cutest thing I ever did see, especially since she's drawing on PAPER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-2325841416343736168?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2325841416343736168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=2325841416343736168' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2325841416343736168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2325841416343736168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/05/creativity-channeled.html' title='Creativity Channeled'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SEDvwzAAQZI/AAAAAAAAAjs/aKFGYo7WJwU/s72-c/kir2yearsold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-5022704154032103692</id><published>2008-05-18T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:29:14.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year of blogging!</title><content type='html'>I've been blogging for a year! My reasons for starting a blog were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To keep (something like) a journal to make me feel like I'm fulfilling that "Family History responsibility"&lt;br /&gt;2. To post some pictures and happenings for my mom&lt;br /&gt;3.  I could be cool like my other blogging friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;366 days later, here are some things I've discovered about blogging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've stayed in better touch with friends than ever before...especially those who also blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. Many have been inspired to start their own blogs&lt;br /&gt;3. I've been writing and taking more pictures...it's a creative outlet! I'm all about creative outlets.&lt;br /&gt;4. Lots of people "spy" on me...they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt; but don't leave comments or have their own blogs.&lt;br /&gt;5. I like being funny!  And my life is pretty funny!&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll NEVER be as cool as &lt;a href="http://www.everydayromneys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica Romney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ben is 2 cool 2 blog&lt;br /&gt;8. Who knew I'd really like getting a &lt;a href="http://www.matthewcarlson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bloggie Award&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;9. I've learned a lot about computers and HTML and such&lt;br /&gt;10. I can actually stick to doing something for a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all you readers out there.  Love you.  My fans....keep the comments coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-5022704154032103692?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5022704154032103692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=5022704154032103692' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/5022704154032103692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/5022704154032103692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/05/1-year-of-blogging.html' title='1 year of blogging!'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-3791113345334008818</id><published>2008-05-18T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:36.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wacky Week in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Monday: Rained all day. &lt;/span&gt;Decided not to go to Disneyland as planned. Just chilled inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Tuesday: Weather much improved.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Went to Disneyland with Spencer (Ben's bro), Hillary and Miles who are staying with us for a long vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Wednesday: It's getting warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Thursday: My birthday. The weather is warming up nicely.&lt;/span&gt; I got a new *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;* bike.  Jake and I go for a ride around the neighborhood in our PJ's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SDEJVUMJjhI/AAAAAAAAAh8/WpJzqMqXLoE/s1600-h/pinkbike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SDEJVUMJjhI/AAAAAAAAAh8/WpJzqMqXLoE/s400/pinkbike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201949306391203346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later, we all go for a ride on the big, orange waste-of-tax-dollars balloon in the new Great Park of our city. I have to say, it was kind of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SDEONkMJjlI/AAAAAAAAAic/Gfwnf4LZfy4/s1600-h/Balloon%21+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SDEONkMJjlI/AAAAAAAAAic/Gfwnf4LZfy4/s400/Balloon%21+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201954670805356114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to Claim Jumper for dinner. Their portions are huge. Their desserts are even more huge. Have you seen the desserts? My favorite is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Declair&lt;/span&gt;: a giant sized eclair that looks like a small poodle. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SDELpUMJjjI/AAAAAAAAAiM/yZ3m8w_Bq58/s1600-h/Ideclair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SDELpUMJjjI/AAAAAAAAAiM/yZ3m8w_Bq58/s400/Ideclair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201951849011842610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cell phone stopped working so no one can call me (on my birthday!), but I get a new one I really like. The best part is the color: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;heather grape&lt;/span&gt;.  Love it!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SDEM70MJjkI/AAAAAAAAAiU/o8LPeHj7GEo/s1600-h/250x270myfaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SDEM70MJjkI/AAAAAAAAAiU/o8LPeHj7GEo/s400/250x270myfaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201953266351050306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Friday: It's getting hot.&lt;/span&gt; My bro Ryan comes for a visit and we head for the beach to cool off a little. That night all the boys go to the Stake Fathers and Sons camp out. It's actually not much of a "camp out." The only thing between the tents and the freeway is an In-N-Out. Where, of, course, they eat dinner. Every year. They also make a fire in a portable fire pit and make s'mores. (Last year the fire was actually in a wheelbarrow which caught fire because the handles where made of wood!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SDER6kMJjmI/AAAAAAAAAik/mklsejrFAaQ/s1600-h/DSC06952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SDER6kMJjmI/AAAAAAAAAik/mklsejrFAaQ/s400/DSC06952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201958742434352738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress...Hill, Kate and I had a fabulous GNO: ate at Chipotle and Yogurtland, then watched two very girly, but only okay movies: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Becoming Jane&lt;/span&gt;...which should be changed to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Becoming Depressed&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;27 Dresses&lt;/span&gt;, which was actually pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Saturday: It's stinkin' hot!&lt;/span&gt; Our day was packed with sports, volunteering, guests and 2 parties. I seriously thought I was going to melt...or explode. The best part of the day was getting into the cool pool at our hosts for the fab Brazilian party we went to! Thanks Matt and Tonya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunday: I can't believe how hot it is in MAY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Things seemed to heat up AND get busier as the week progressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for another rainy Monday with NADA  to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-3791113345334008818?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3791113345334008818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=3791113345334008818' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3791113345334008818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3791113345334008818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/05/week-in-review.html' title='Wacky Week in Review'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SDEJVUMJjhI/AAAAAAAAAh8/WpJzqMqXLoE/s72-c/pinkbike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-8892105939052034133</id><published>2008-05-11T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:36.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes a mommy a mommy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SCekc0MJjgI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Zwq32Pn7wjs/s1600-h/DSC06649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SCekc0MJjgI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Zwq32Pn7wjs/s400/DSC06649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199305109775420930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling child Jacob drew this cute picture at preschool of himself and mommy happily playing Wii together. Apparently he needed a way to show which is the mommy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-8892105939052034133?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8892105939052034133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=8892105939052034133' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8892105939052034133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8892105939052034133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='What makes a mommy a mommy?'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SCekc0MJjgI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Zwq32Pn7wjs/s72-c/DSC06649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-6864151546980665525</id><published>2008-05-05T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:36.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After...or Just After!</title><content type='html'>I like to paint furniture.  It's been a while since I have braved a painting project with three kids, but here it is, my latest makeover.&lt;br /&gt;I got a hutch on Craiglist for $12o from a real OC housewife in Coto de Caza. ( No, I don't watch that show!) It was built in the 1950's in Vermont. Nothing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; special about it, but it had potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll just have to imagine the "before" picture. Old wood split in several places, flaking varnish, and a slightly musty smell that said, "You can just leave me in the garage." Which I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two months, some serious gluing and sanding, two coats of primer, some more sanding, two coats of off-white paint, one coat of burnt umber glaze and a topcoat later, it looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SB_y-yGxKxI/AAAAAAAAAhk/SmV8k4Cf6yI/s1600-h/DSC06879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SB_y-yGxKxI/AAAAAAAAAhk/SmV8k4Cf6yI/s400/DSC06879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197139655424813842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It holds some dishes, my place mats, tablecloths and all our games. I'm really happy how it turned out!&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks for your help Ben-honey and Benny-B.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-6864151546980665525?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6864151546980665525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=6864151546980665525' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6864151546980665525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6864151546980665525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/05/before-and-afteror-just-after.html' title='Before and After...or Just After!'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SB_y-yGxKxI/AAAAAAAAAhk/SmV8k4Cf6yI/s72-c/DSC06879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-8042203154585576514</id><published>2008-04-29T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:37.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody want a Peanut?</title><content type='html'>I just got back from  a visit to Denver. I took &lt;i&gt;The Princess Bride&lt;/i&gt; with me, which is what I am currently reading for my Book Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SBeDJSGxKvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/j11QrQ3Mqr0/s1600-h/princessbride1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SBeDJSGxKvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/j11QrQ3Mqr0/s400/princessbride1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194764890697444082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it full of romance, high adventure and humor. Especially Fezzik's rhymes. Limes.&lt;br /&gt;So back to my trip. Dip. Mindy and Matt, my dear friends from our stint in SoJo, UT, just had a baby, little Tessa. It's girl number 3 for them. Tessa is a cutie pie, as are her sisters. I love these girlies. Whirlies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SBd6cSGxKsI/AAAAAAAAAg8/2mchQT8a6BE/s1600-h/DSC06905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SBd6cSGxKsI/AAAAAAAAAg8/2mchQT8a6BE/s400/DSC06905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194755321510308546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can resist this little imp? Chimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SBeGzSGxKwI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UiuSUylayUI/s1600-h/Livy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SBeGzSGxKwI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UiuSUylayUI/s400/Livy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194768910786833154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the short time I had there we managed to squeeze in some fun stuff. Enough. First we went to Helga's, an authentic German restaurant, where we ate Schnitzel and drank Spezi (Coke mixed with orange Fanta) and enjoyed a festive band night along with a slew of old German folks. I got this free *beer* glass. Pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SBeAzSGxKtI/AAAAAAAAAhE/LJe6LQLEpK8/s1600-h/DSC06918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SBeAzSGxKtI/AAAAAAAAAhE/LJe6LQLEpK8/s400/DSC06918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194762313717066450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in the cute blue and white guest room in a comfy bed...it must have been because I slept until 9 am!!! Okay, it was still 8am PST but it sure beats 6:15 at home! Shalom.&lt;br /&gt;We went to some garage sales and Mile High Thrift. Snow Drift. Really it snowed. Blowed. Didn't find anything *fabulous*...but did score some cute shoes for Kate, ribbon, a Bundt pan and a Baby Ben Clock that turned out to be a little fast. Blast.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great time, except the part when I threw up on the plane. Pain.  No, I'm not pregnant, I just get really motion sick when I fly. Why?&lt;br /&gt;The best part was coming home to 90 degrees. Geez!  I kid you not.  Hot.&lt;br /&gt;Now back to reality. Normality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-8042203154585576514?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8042203154585576514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=8042203154585576514' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8042203154585576514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8042203154585576514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/04/anybody-want-peanut.html' title='Anybody want a Peanut?'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SBeDJSGxKvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/j11QrQ3Mqr0/s72-c/princessbride1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-321395532020367368</id><published>2008-04-20T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:37.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savior of the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SAwVFHZabwI/AAAAAAAAAg0/HfsCoqtIVMw/s1600-h/savior+of+the+world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SAwVFHZabwI/AAAAAAAAAg0/HfsCoqtIVMw/s400/savior+of+the+world.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191547648080506626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben was recently in a production of Savior of the World,  a musical produced by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (available on the church's  website, lds.org) for any Stake to perform.  It was really amazing.  He had rehearsals for about 2 months, 4-5 days a week on average. Somehow we got through it! I am not a fan of single motherhood. But it was all worth it to me because of one sweet experience.&lt;br /&gt;My  children and I decided to surprise my husband with lunch at one of his Saturday  6 hour rehearsals. We also wanted to see for ourselves what dad has been up to at all this  time at Savior of the World. We sat down to watch the second act, just as the stone was rolled away from  Christ's tomb by angels and somber music filled the room. The angel choir sang,  as did Mary Magdalene. The Savior spoke to her. I noticed that my oldest son,  who is seven, was crying a little and trying to hold back more tears. I asked  him if he felt sad and he said no. I asked him if he was feeling happy and warm inside and he said, yes, but that he also felt like crying. I had one of those defining experiences, telling him that he was feeling the Holy Ghost, that what was being  represented on stage and the music he heard were of God and that what was being presented on stage was true! Jesus is the Christ, He was resurrected and loves us! Since then Ian has been able to identify the Holy Ghost and his testimony of the gospel has grown much.  I will ever be grateful for this experience and Ben's participation in this production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/KIRSTE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-321395532020367368?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/321395532020367368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=321395532020367368' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/321395532020367368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/321395532020367368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/04/savior-of-world.html' title='Savior of the World'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/SAwVFHZabwI/AAAAAAAAAg0/HfsCoqtIVMw/s72-c/savior+of+the+world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-6120470039869202136</id><published>2008-04-06T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:37.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club 33</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R_mf1c6BKwI/AAAAAAAAAgg/t4gS2wCXrqA/s1600-h/DSC06747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R_mf1c6BKwI/AAAAAAAAAgg/t4gS2wCXrqA/s320/DSC06747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186352186535258882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R_mf086BKuI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Ru4G3WCMPhI/s1600-h/DSC06745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R_mf086BKuI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Ru4G3WCMPhI/s320/DSC06745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186352177945324258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of our week was going to Club 33. What is Club 33, you ask?  You may know the answer if you are a Disneyland fan, or if you have ever lived in the OC. It's an exclusive restaurant in Disneyland you can only get into if you "know somebody." Usually a company buys a membership and can entertain guests and clients th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ere. There's a little door kind of tucked away by the &lt;i&gt;Pirates of the Carribean&lt;/i&gt; ride with a door bell that you ring only if you have an appointment. If you stand around long enough you can catch someone going in or out of the restaurant and catch a glimpse of a richly decorated hallway, some stairs and a French elevator. It's one of those things my Disney-obsessed in-law family dreams about going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So Ben's brother and sister-in-law were here for a visit and I thought I'd see if anyone we knew around here had an "in."  We were lucky enough to get a lunch reservation thanks to Ted and Eliza! (You rock!) We really had an amazing time!  It was pretty FAHncy and the food was delish. My favorite was the dessert buffet (check out that rasberry truffle thing with gold leaf!). And the fact that every time we left the table, someone folded our napkins again. And the Evian water refills every ten seconds.  No, the bathrooms with throne toilets were the best!&lt;br /&gt;We finally left with full stomachs and full of ourselves as we walked again out of that secret door, and people were actually watching us, trying to catch a glimpse of the mysterious luxury they only wish they could attain. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R_mhJc6BKxI/AAAAAAAAAgo/zyKD7mrS5Rk/s1600-h/DSC06746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R_mhJc6BKxI/AAAAAAAAAgo/zyKD7mrS5Rk/s320/DSC06746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186353629644270354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R_mf0c6BKtI/AAAAAAAAAgI/7LxUEB1TA6g/s1600-h/DSC06744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R_mf0c6BKtI/AAAAAAAAAgI/7LxUEB1TA6g/s320/DSC06744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186352169355389650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-6120470039869202136?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6120470039869202136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=6120470039869202136' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6120470039869202136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6120470039869202136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/04/club-33.html' title='Club 33'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R_mf1c6BKwI/AAAAAAAAAgg/t4gS2wCXrqA/s72-c/DSC06747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-4544395550952296502</id><published>2008-03-30T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:38.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring in SoCal</title><content type='html'>Spring has always been my favorite season. My birthday is in the spring, I love that sudden burst of warm sunshine and flowers, the fragrant air and spring rains, especially after a long winter. Spring in sunny Southern California isn't quite the same; we don't really get distinct seasons. Here, I have to look for signs of spring, or even buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R_FbAs6BKsI/AAAAAAAAAgA/zoiWXH8wCHA/s1600-h/Untitled-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R_FbAs6BKsI/AAAAAAAAAgA/zoiWXH8wCHA/s400/Untitled-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184024713692785346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's warm enough to go to the beach (although the water is still pretty cold) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We trade our sweatshirts and shoes for shorts and flip-flops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daffodils at the store for a dollar a bunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strawberries go on sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All things Easter: hunts, dresses, candy, baskets, Cadbury Mini Eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We start getting visitors again -14 so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spring baseball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fragrant Star Jasmin and flowering hedges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we break out the sunscreen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get the urge to go on a road trip -next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hope you're enjoying your spring wherever you are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-4544395550952296502?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4544395550952296502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=4544395550952296502' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4544395550952296502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4544395550952296502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-in-socal.html' title='Spring in SoCal'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R_FbAs6BKsI/AAAAAAAAAgA/zoiWXH8wCHA/s72-c/Untitled-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-8535325154118198411</id><published>2008-03-23T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:30:52.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>URL change</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the URL and title of this blog yesterday. I' ve been meaning to do it for a while now and found out that it is a lot easier than I thought...i.e. I didn't have to abandon this blog and create a new one. (Yes, I am technically challenged.) So, why the change?  Two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got a Sitemeter recently ( it tracks hits on your blog, frequency, where from, etc.) and I realized that there are people looking at my blog who I don't even know.  In the interest of keeping my children a little safer, I have removed anything with our last name on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I started this blog, I had high hopes that my dear husband would also blog, even if it was every once in a while.  The realist in me has won and I am officially taking over the blog and revoking Ben's privileges as a contributor.  (No offense, Ben. Since I know you read this blog faithfully, you are welcome to comment ANY TIME. I will give you back your contributor privileges should you feel like posting something. However, you will have to be a guest writer on MY blog. I also reserve the right to blog about you:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no more ____________Mania. There will still be plenty of mania, so keep your socks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dear readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirbell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-8535325154118198411?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8535325154118198411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=8535325154118198411' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8535325154118198411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/8535325154118198411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/03/url-change.html' title='URL change'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-4084292241304760624</id><published>2008-03-17T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:39.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What's not to like about Ireland, rainbows and green? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;My husband says this is now his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; favorite holiday after Christmas...why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9_zxNdXhTI/AAAAAAAAAds/8ywjTsPxNCQ/s1600-h/DSC06405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9_zxNdXhTI/AAAAAAAAAds/8ywjTsPxNCQ/s200/DSC06405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179126123251336498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9_xv9dXhSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/fp_5w-jXZog/s1600-h/DSC06400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9_xv9dXhSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/fp_5w-jXZog/s320/DSC06400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179123902753244450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Leprechauns have begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; surprising us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; on St. Patrick's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Day morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; The wee rascally men break into our house at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; night and leave a trail of destruction and yummy t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;reats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9_zxddXhUI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Dr1IHoxGs5c/s1600-h/DSC06406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9_zxddXhUI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Dr1IHoxGs5c/s200/DSC06406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179126127546303810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; This year they entered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; through the front window,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; tipped the couch on its side, dumped out the basket of shoes, knocked over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Kate's high chair and left again through the back door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;They sure left a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; but who can resist Belgian chocolate coins, Haribo Gold Gummi Bears and Andes Mints??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9_zyddXhWI/AAAAAAAAAeE/loUP9uav34c/s1600-h/DSC06430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9_zyddXhWI/AAAAAAAAAeE/loUP9uav34c/s200/DSC06430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179126144726173026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R-AjF9dXhYI/AAAAAAAAAeU/V0WwwXKTB2w/s1600-h/DSC06437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R-AjF9dXhYI/AAAAAAAAAeU/V0WwwXKTB2w/s200/DSC06437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179178156780127618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to make the morning complete, we had g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;reen panc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;akes  and spinach eggs for breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9_zyNdXhVI/AAAAAAAAAd8/z_cFvf5UXTA/s1600-h/DSC06421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9_zyNdXhVI/AAAAAAAAAd8/z_cFvf5UXTA/s200/DSC06421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179126140431205714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9_zy9dXhXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/JRdMY-DgW9g/s1600-h/DSC06436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9_zy9dXhXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/JRdMY-DgW9g/s200/DSC06436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179126153316107634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-4084292241304760624?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4084292241304760624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=4084292241304760624' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4084292241304760624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4084292241304760624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9_zxNdXhTI/AAAAAAAAAds/8ywjTsPxNCQ/s72-c/DSC06405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-2684032094892493527</id><published>2008-03-14T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:40.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not ready for a teenager</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I got a glimpse into the future this morning...of Ian as a teenager!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9rdd9dXhFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UKxijY_7uY8/s1600-h/DSC06383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9rdd9dXhFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UKxijY_7uY8/s320/DSC06383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177694228399490130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoping his friends won't be quite this wacky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9rdM9dXhEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Qg_Hbmi1tjg/s1600-h/Cory,+Nathan,+Ian+and+Kyle+rr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9rdM9dXhEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Qg_Hbmi1tjg/s320/Cory,+Nathan,+Ian+and+Kyle+rr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177693936341713986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Crazy Hair Day!&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/5769225005363224461-2684032094892493527?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2684032094892493527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=2684032094892493527' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2684032094892493527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2684032094892493527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/03/teenager.html' title='Not ready for a teenager'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9rdd9dXhFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UKxijY_7uY8/s72-c/DSC06383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-4762233481022993668</id><published>2008-03-11T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:40.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming in Success</title><content type='html'>I know I keep talking about swimming, but it is one of the few things I feel I am succeeding at right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other things I am succeeding at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing blog entries every week or so&lt;br /&gt;Keeping up on email&lt;br /&gt;showering every day&lt;br /&gt;Making sure three kids are fed and healthy and happy&lt;br /&gt;Keeping things out of Kate's nose and ears&lt;br /&gt;Supporting Ben as he rehearses for a church musical 6 days a week! (more on that later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things I am not succeeding at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my house clean&lt;br /&gt;Finishing my 30 day challenge of reading the Book of Mormon started Jan. 3&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for the stream of spring break visitors we have lined up&lt;br /&gt;Folding the darn laundry!&lt;br /&gt;Reading books I want to read&lt;br /&gt;Finishing a hutch I started painting...oh...three weeks ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's sometimes hard to get up at 6:15am, go outside in the cold and the dark (again-thanks daylight savings!) there is something relaxing and centering about swimming back and forth, watching the sun rise, a few minutes of adult conversation, and getting a good start to the day. Here's to swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9ibh9dXhDI/AAAAAAAAAbs/if2No1RVNEY/s1600-h/DSC06349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9ibh9dXhDI/AAAAAAAAAbs/if2No1RVNEY/s320/DSC06349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177058779398112306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me doing some  rockin' breaststroke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9ibg9dXhCI/AAAAAAAAAbk/_nyxKa4L0-Y/s1600-h/audra+closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9ibg9dXhCI/AAAAAAAAAbk/_nyxKa4L0-Y/s320/audra+closeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177058762218243106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audra's amazing butterfly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9ibgNdXhBI/AAAAAAAAAbc/havkDKBjCrg/s1600-h/kicking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9ibgNdXhBI/AAAAAAAAAbc/havkDKBjCrg/s320/kicking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177058749333341202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the kick 'n' chat part of the work-out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-4762233481022993668?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4762233481022993668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=4762233481022993668' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4762233481022993668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4762233481022993668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/03/swimmming-in-success.html' title='Swimming in Success'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R9ibh9dXhDI/AAAAAAAAAbs/if2No1RVNEY/s72-c/DSC06349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-2407885358839712356</id><published>2008-02-28T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:41.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Skills</title><content type='html'>The inevitable happened. I took Kate to the urgent care this week to have a little rolled up blue hair elastic removed from her nose.  Through Kate, I'm actually honing my extraction skills, and while at the urgent care, made a note of two items I might put on my birthday list:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R8tXHPPYekI/AAAAAAAAAbI/0ZYjFQ1cPdI/s1600-h/Kelly_Forcep_Straight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R8tXHPPYekI/AAAAAAAAAbI/0ZYjFQ1cPdI/s320/Kelly_Forcep_Straight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173324378826897986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R8tXG_PYejI/AAAAAAAAAbA/7FLXMNHGYk4/s1600-h/doctorsglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R8tXG_PYejI/AAAAAAAAAbA/7FLXMNHGYk4/s320/doctorsglasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173324374531930674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seemed that the trauma of the experience actually broke Kate of her dirty little habit, but sadly, it only lasted two days. She tried some little tiny Legos up her nose yesterday. The&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; second&lt;/span&gt; one was on Ben's watch. He got out a pair of tweezers and laid Kate down. (She knows the routine by now.) The thought crossed his mind, "If I can just get the Lego without touching her nostril...good thing I have MAD &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Operation&lt;/span&gt; skills!"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R8tY9PPYelI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/hdlMitXiSlQ/s1600-h/operation_game1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R8tY9PPYelI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/hdlMitXiSlQ/s320/operation_game1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173326406051461714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-2407885358839712356?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2407885358839712356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=2407885358839712356' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2407885358839712356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2407885358839712356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/02/mad-skills.html' title='Mad Skills'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R8tXHPPYekI/AAAAAAAAAbI/0ZYjFQ1cPdI/s72-c/Kelly_Forcep_Straight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-7444642178868802377</id><published>2008-02-25T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:41.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Kid Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R8M5F51Mm-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/TriayPJH4QU/s1600-h/louismtr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R8M5F51Mm-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/TriayPJH4QU/s200/louismtr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171039570737535970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ian has great hair. He has a lot of it. It looks kind of like Louis's from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;t the Robinsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. The natural thing to do with his hair would be to spike it, but NO! He hates gel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We have a deal that I do his hair HIS way during the week and MY way on Sundays. That means gel. Last Sunday, we were running short on time and Ian said: "No time for hair creations!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We went to St. George not too long ago for a baby blessing. We stayed one night in a cheap motel room we reserved over the internet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R8M-0Z1MnAI/AAAAAAAAAag/JaQWmDpQxlQ/s1600-h/motel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R8M-0Z1MnAI/AAAAAAAAAag/JaQWmDpQxlQ/s200/motel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171045867159591938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We checked in and took a look at our rooms before unloading the van. They were okay, at least for one night. Jacob &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;came to help take some things to our room. He started loading up the snacks, food and drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;"What are you doing, Jakie?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I have to get some food."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"We need food when we are staying in the jail."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On our way home from St. George we stopped in Vegas for gas and In-N-Out. Jacob got out of the car and took a look at the casinos on the strip. He yelled out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"What's this cwazy town!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jacob makes the same sound for his L's, R's and W's. He's also learned about words that rhyme. One day he came running up to me and exclaimed, "MOM, WIZard wimes with WIZard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R8M_6J1MnCI/AAAAAAAAAaw/SQBzZwA5hLA/s1600-h/costco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R8M_6J1MnCI/AAAAAAAAAaw/SQBzZwA5hLA/s200/costco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171047065455467554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We went to our favorite wholesale store on Saturday night and Kate surprised us by pointing and saying, "Cah-co!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-7444642178868802377?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7444642178868802377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=7444642178868802377' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7444642178868802377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7444642178868802377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/02/funny-kid-quotes.html' title='Funny Kid Quotes'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R8M5F51Mm-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/TriayPJH4QU/s72-c/louismtr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-4110217115267333528</id><published>2008-02-19T20:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:42.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ER, Here I Come</title><content type='html'>Did you ever, as a kid, stick something up your nose? How about your kids, have they stuck things up their noses? Ha ha, so funny. How about their ears...do they stick things in their ears? My kids never have. That is, my boys never have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate has a real problem. It started with cereal in the morning. Something about those squishy, mushy cold Cheerios felt just right in her ears.  We sternly told her "NO!" every time and took her food away immediately. We cleaned out her ears, while she screamed bloody murder and told her again..."No cereal in your ears!" With time other food ended up in those same cute little ears...a shred of lettuce, a macaroni noodle, bread, chocolate, oranges...you get the picture. It got to the point where we couldn't leave her alone with food for fear she'd stuff it all in her ears instead of her mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she discovered her nose had holes, too! Oh joy! Remember those fun little foam shapes from my last post...she got one of those up her nose. The entire thing. It was a half-inch circle all folded up nice and neat all the way up her nostril! I managed to remove it myself, but not without a battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R7u46Z1Mm9I/AAAAAAAAAaI/bZ00YNPz1s8/s1600-h/doctor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R7u46Z1Mm9I/AAAAAAAAAaI/bZ00YNPz1s8/s200/doctor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168928310843710418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now anything she finds is game. When I catch her in this dirty little habit of hers, and call her on it, she changes the subject. Today I noticed that guilty look on her face.  She had taken out her pigtails, stuffed one mini elastic up her nostril and the other in her ear. I checked her other ear, just for fun, and found a crumpled piece of candy wrapper in it! It's getting ridiculous. I know I'm destined for a trip to the emergency room with this little girl! What am I supposed to do?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-4110217115267333528?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4110217115267333528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=4110217115267333528' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4110217115267333528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4110217115267333528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/02/er-here-i-come.html' title='ER, Here I Come'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R7u46Z1Mm9I/AAAAAAAAAaI/bZ00YNPz1s8/s72-c/doctor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-7227321361349053314</id><published>2008-02-10T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:43.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day we Made the Valentine Box</title><content type='html'>Ian had to make a box for Valentine's day at school. It was due Friday. Thursday was the last day to get it done! First, I make sure we have supplies to make a box that is cute, yet not too feminine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old shoe box...check&lt;br /&gt;wrapping paper...check, we've got some red wrapping paper left over from Christmas&lt;br /&gt;tape...check, three rolls!&lt;br /&gt;decorations...we have tons of foam shapes, including hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do a little celebration dance inside my head for NOT having to go to the store.&lt;br /&gt;"As soon as daddy gets home we will make your box, Ian," I say to my son. He has been bugging  me for a week. He hasn't figured out that I am procrastinator yet.  I have to wait until the husband gets home so he can take care of Kate. She's in that "seek and destroy" stage.&lt;br /&gt;Husband calls at about 5:53pm.&lt;br /&gt;"Umh, I have a lot to do at work with my project being due and I didn't get it all done...blah...bu-blah...blah...I'm not coming home until later."&lt;br /&gt;I HATE these calls.&lt;br /&gt;"How much later?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;"Probably after bed time." (The KIDS' bed time...this means I have to get them ready for bed and put them down by myself.)&lt;br /&gt;I start formulating a plan for the BOX. We have to get it done...TONIGHT.  Kate had a late nap because we went to Disneyland so she's in no way ready to go to sleep. In fact, she is in SUPER seek and destroy mode.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," I think, "If I put a show on for Kate, she'll just sit and watch that (Jacob, too) and Ian and I can get started on the box."&lt;br /&gt;I get out the tape, the box, and run upstairs to get the paper and scissors.&lt;br /&gt;I come back and the tape looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R6_aVp1Mm6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/VhnwnRgN8zU/s1600-h/DSC06211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R6_aVp1Mm6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/VhnwnRgN8zU/s320/DSC06211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165587363158334370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kate! Now go and watch your show. However, she's no longer interested in Elmo.&lt;br /&gt;I tell Jacob to play with Kate and keep her out of our way. I go to get more tape. I come back and the boys have unrolled paper across the room AND smashed it up! It's unusable. I trash it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R6_aWZ1Mm7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2VhJFKZnMw8/s1600-h/DSC06214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R6_aWZ1Mm7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2VhJFKZnMw8/s320/DSC06214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165587376043236274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood pressure goes up. I remind myself it's just a Valentine's box. No need to get upset. Exhale...  Luckily it's a long roll of paper. We get started on covering the box. We discover the shoe box has a FLIP lid. I failed to notice this little detail while giddily checking off my list of supplies. We don't have another box. I refuse to go to the store to get another box!!! I try numerous configurations before coming up with something that will work. By this point, I'm not letting Ian anywhere near the paper or the box. I put him in charge of the tape. Jacob wants to help with the tape. Jacob pulls off a gigantic piece of tape and of course, he scrunches it. The bright side: we're not out of tape yet tape and Kate is back into Elmo.&lt;br /&gt;We get the thing wrapped, cut a slit in the top without too much ado. It's a pretty ugly box. Martha would cringe at my wrapping job. We begin to decorate.  I'm actually letting Ian do it, too! We are glueing foam shapes on the box and monster baby comes back and wants to help.&lt;br /&gt;"Heeya go, heeya go..." (she says things over and over until she gets what she wants) ...she's handing us shapes at an alarming rate. She's smashing them on the box.  I try to put her down, she's kicking and screaming and the entire *huge* edition container of foam shapes falls on the floor. I let her play with them because it is keeping her out of my way. She sticks one in her nose. (Wish I had a picture, but I was BUSY!) The shapes are all over the house in a matter of seconds. How do things get messed up so fast! We found these after cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R6_ZEJ1Mm5I/AAAAAAAAAZo/taQMkZriltA/s1600-h/DSC06210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R6_ZEJ1Mm5I/AAAAAAAAAZo/taQMkZriltA/s320/DSC06210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165585962998995858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we did it. It was a stressful hour or so...looking back, I could have planned it better, done it differently,  but I'm glad to say it's over. The box is not great but it will do! Mission accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R6_bEJ1Mm8I/AAAAAAAAAaA/GLwHNGjbm00/s1600-h/DSC06206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R6_bEJ1Mm8I/AAAAAAAAAaA/GLwHNGjbm00/s320/DSC06206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165588162022251458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-7227321361349053314?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7227321361349053314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=7227321361349053314' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7227321361349053314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7227321361349053314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-we-made-valentine-box.html' title='The Day we Made the Valentine Box'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R6_aVp1Mm6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/VhnwnRgN8zU/s72-c/DSC06211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-3386569851250011151</id><published>2008-02-06T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:44.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's on ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R6q2YykISEI/AAAAAAAAAZM/VX5XSHbugO8/s1600-h/DSC06098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R6q2YykISEI/AAAAAAAAAZM/VX5XSHbugO8/s400/DSC06098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164140459740121154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; - Attached or Single: Happily Attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; - Best Friend: Ben. The man. He's patient, kind, open and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; - Cake or Pie: Cake, especially tortes and layered cakes. I could live in a bakery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; - Day of Choice: Friday. Because I know the weekend is coming and because Ben has every other one off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;- Essential Item: I can't live without the computer, good face wash and my toothbrush. That's three...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; - Favorite Color: blue, although I don't really like to wear it as much as I like wearing brown or pink or teal. I used to hate pink in my tomboy days, but now I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; - Gummi Bears or Worms: Love Haribo Gummi Bear. I love anything Haribo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; - Hometown: Irvine, Salt Lake City, Lichfield (England), Bad Vilbel (Germany)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; - Indulgence(s): Mountain Dew, Wii Lego Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; - January or July: Who likes January?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; - Kids: 3 very busy, very cute, kind of crazy, smart and good kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; - Life is Incomplete Without: Family. Even though they sometimes make me insane (mostly my kids) I cannot imagine life without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; - Marriage Date: August 21 - 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; - Number of Siblings: 5. I'm the oldest. And the bossiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; - Oranges or Apples: Pink Lady Apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; - Phobias or Fears: Vampires. Which is why I am doing this tag. I can't have the guy who tagged me (&lt;a href="http://www.matthewcarlson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Matt&lt;/a&gt;, who has vampire-like teeth) after me. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt; - Quote(s): Some favorites off the top of my head because I'm too lazy to look one up...&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Stand a little taller.&lt;br /&gt;You can't give from an empty well.&lt;br /&gt;Einsamkeit traegt sich leichter zu zweit. (Loneliness is easier to bear together.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; - Reason to Smile: Kate. She is just so darn adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; - Season - love spring...except there is no real spring here in CA. It's better in Utah, after a long winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; - Tag Six: Sally, Cami, Anisa, Amy, Leslie, AND Missy- you're it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; - Unknown Fact About Me: I am a little obsessive about wasting stuff...I can't stand it.  Food: I hate it when kids just throw their food on the floor, or take a huge helping of something they know they don't like and then refuse to eat it or when kids take a whole bunch of trail mix and pick out the M&amp;amp;M's and throw them on the floor. I love to recycle, and makes things out of old re-used materials, but I have to force myself to throw useless things away...scraps of paper or ribbon or fabric, buttons, beads and rubber bands, broken toys and worn out shoes. You'd think I'd grown up during the depression or WWII, but no.  I'm just a little OCD in this respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; - Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animal: There's a little story about me going to a restaurant at a very young age with my family and my German grandparents. I could barely talk. A waiter was passing by with a large platter of meat. I turned and said, "Meeeeeeat!" rather loudly. (It was in German -"Fleiiiisch!",but that should answer the question.) Okay, I'll spell it out: I'm a carnivore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; - Worst Habit:biting my nails even though it's crude and disgusting and I've quit so many times and started again. Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; - X-Rays or Ultrasounds: Broken bones or babies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; - Your Favorite Food: Spicy and foreign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt; - Zoo: Favorite animal: 9I changed this one from zodiac, because I REALLY could care less about zodiacs.) I totally love goats and dolphins. They are quick, fun and lovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it. Now you know all about me. Tags are fun, but one about me is sufficient. (I also hate being the center of attention.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-3386569851250011151?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3386569851250011151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=3386569851250011151' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3386569851250011151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3386569851250011151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/02/abcs-on-me.html' title='ABC&apos;s on ME'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R6q2YykISEI/AAAAAAAAAZM/VX5XSHbugO8/s72-c/DSC06098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-327864852638398991</id><published>2008-01-29T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:44.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gordon B. Hinckley</title><content type='html'>Beloved prophet President Gordon B. Hinckley passed on to the next life on Sunday evening, January 27th, 2008.  I met him once, when I was a teenager in England. He shook my hand briefly and smiled.  I only remember that I felt power in that handshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R6ABxCkISDI/AAAAAAAAAZE/UcFUMmvhZeo/s1600-h/President+Hinckley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R6ABxCkISDI/AAAAAAAAAZE/UcFUMmvhZeo/s400/President+Hinckley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161127114980214834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures of President Hinckley, taken at BYU at the renaming of the stadium.  It seems to me to capture the essence of a great man, but also a simple man.  To me, he embodies a well-known phrase from the Book of Mormon, "b&lt;span class="searchword"&gt;y small and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="searchword"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="searchword"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; are great &lt;span class="searchword"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; brought to pass."  He loved his wife dearly.  He raised his children in a humble home, worked hard his whole life, was educated and served faithfully in all capacities. He had a testimony of Jesus Christ the Savior, of Joseph Smith as a prophet of God and of the truthfulness of the restored gospel. He lived the gospel of Christ. He traveled the world, served the Church late into his nineties and moved the work of the Lord forward in an unprecedented manner. All of these small and simple things added up to one great life lived. I am grateful for his example, for his legacy, for his spirit that touched so many, that touched me.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you, President Hinckley, and hope to be able to shake your hand again one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-327864852638398991?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/327864852638398991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=327864852638398991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/327864852638398991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/327864852638398991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/01/gordon-b-hinckley.html' title='Gordon B. Hinckley'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R6ABxCkISDI/AAAAAAAAAZE/UcFUMmvhZeo/s72-c/President+Hinckley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-7805707543621729125</id><published>2008-01-29T21:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:30:42.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in Seattle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had the pleasure of visiting  the Northwest this weekend.  I took Kate along and Ben stayed home with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew to Seattle with my newly acquired flying benefits, courtesy of my brother, Ryan who works for Skywest. This means I can fly anywhere Delta flies for pretty cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew into Seattle, and had two days of gorgeous weather. It was very ironic since it was raining in Orange County when I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Pike Place Market and then to Kerry Park for a great view of the skyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-0b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2233785415178579211&amp;amp;site=widget-0b.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=2233785415178579211&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0b.slide.com/p1/2233785415178579211/bb_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=2233785415178579211&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0b.slide.com/p2/2233785415178579211/bb_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-7805707543621729125?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7805707543621729125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=7805707543621729125' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7805707543621729125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7805707543621729125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/01/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='A Day in Seattle!'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-6460491989544194835</id><published>2008-01-20T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:45.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip-Turn...check!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R5QW3Go_4PI/AAAAAAAAAY8/K_4brEiL1tY/s1600-h/flipturn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R5QW3Go_4PI/AAAAAAAAAY8/K_4brEiL1tY/s400/flipturn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157772609177247986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always loved swimming.  I never swam competitively, but I grew up going to the pool with my family often. At age 17 I became a lifeguard/swim instructor at Steiner Aquatic Center. Yeah, picture me in a  red swimsuit, glasses and a tank, a killer tan and sun-bleached hair...that was me!   I have always liked swimming breaststroke best and I have learned to do freestyle pretty fast over the years. BUT, to my embarrassment, I have never been able to do a flip-turn! I tried learning a couple of times, but to no avail. Mostly I felt like an idiot trying. You can look pretty stupid doing flips under water, kicking off into the pool nowhere near the wall and coming up coughing and choking on water that streamed up your nose while you were flailing around.  This was especially embarrassing with my fellow lifeguards watching from the lifeguard stand. I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;I have been swimming with my friend Audra since August three times a week at 6:30 am. It's been great! We're amazed that we are still going, even swimming through December and January with temperatures in the low forties.  There aren't any people to impress anymore... and I got over the embarrassment and practiced.  This week I mastered it - I can officially do a flip turn consistently.  Flip turn...check!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-6460491989544194835?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6460491989544194835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=6460491989544194835' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6460491989544194835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6460491989544194835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/01/flip-turncheck.html' title='Flip-Turn...check!'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R5QW3Go_4PI/AAAAAAAAAY8/K_4brEiL1tY/s72-c/flipturn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-7790446263914973299</id><published>2008-01-16T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:45.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the 80's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R44tyGo_4NI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Pix-LQwpPO8/s1600-h/DSC06046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R44tyGo_4NI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Pix-LQwpPO8/s400/DSC06046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156108962185076946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As part of Ian's Spirit Week at school, he had to dress up in 80's gear today! I was way more more excited about it than he was. So this is what happens when you are a child of a child of the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R44tH2o_4MI/AAAAAAAAAYk/gjE57AdxIqk/s1600-h/DSC06046.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-7790446263914973299?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7790446263914973299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=7790446263914973299' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7790446263914973299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/7790446263914973299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-80s.html' title='Love the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R44tyGo_4NI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Pix-LQwpPO8/s72-c/DSC06046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-2675850546268205606</id><published>2008-01-09T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:45.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7-33</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R4ZHo2o_4JI/AAAAAAAAAYM/jvqiH6whHYE/s1600-h/DSC06012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R4ZHo2o_4JI/AAAAAAAAAYM/jvqiH6whHYE/s200/DSC06012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153885590759923858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R4ZHpGo_4KI/AAAAAAAAAYU/vrIbcOHA-H4/s1600-h/DSC06016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R4ZHpGo_4KI/AAAAAAAAAYU/vrIbcOHA-H4/s200/DSC06016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153885595054891170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R4ZHpWo_4LI/AAAAAAAAAYc/V673kp0eSNA/s1600-h/DSC06022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R4ZHpWo_4LI/AAAAAAAAAYc/V673kp0eSNA/s200/DSC06022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153885599349858482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated another double birthday on January 8th. Ian turned 7 and Ben turned 33.  Happy Birthday, boys! There are numerous other people with this birthday...The &lt;a href="http://blakes.smugmug.com/"&gt;Blake&lt;/a&gt; twins, Elvis, Ian's school principal and his friend Dean, Ben's cousin and a brand new baby in our ward!&lt;br /&gt;I was recounting to Ian about the day he was born, that it was Dad's birthday and I had gotten him DVD player for a present and started making a cake when suddenly, I started having a feeling that he wanted to get out (yeah, I toned that down A LOT) and a couple of hours later, there he was.  Ian threw in this comment: "And then you gave dad another present...ME!" The DVD player stayed in the trunk of the car for a few days and Ben got a little jell-o and cream dessert with a candle and song from the nurses at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated with &lt;a href="http://www.sprinklescupcakes.com/"&gt;Sprinkles cupcakes&lt;/a&gt; for Ben and a Lego cake for Ian. My take on those $36 per dozen cupcakes - really, really good, but not a whole lot better than homemade. The red velvet flavor was the best one...hands down. I think who enjoyed them most was my brother Ryan, who graced us with a 5-hour visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-2675850546268205606?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2675850546268205606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=2675850546268205606' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2675850546268205606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/2675850546268205606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/01/7-33.html' title='7-33'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R4ZHo2o_4JI/AAAAAAAAAYM/jvqiH6whHYE/s72-c/DSC06012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-1143152701786273888</id><published>2008-01-02T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:23:25.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R4KgEGo_3-I/AAAAAAAAAW0/V4JC080Fy6g/s1600-h/DSC05926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R4KgEGo_3-I/AAAAAAAAAW0/V4JC080Fy6g/s400/DSC05926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152856916027760610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had a great holiday this year! We started December off with a visit to Santa. Ian asked for a Wii and Jacob asked for a Nintendo DS. Kate wanted her pacifier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a German Advent at our house with some members of the ward familiar with the tradition.  On the four Sundays preceding Christmas we light a candle; on the first Sunday one candle is lit, the second Sunday two, and so on. We sing songs and eat treats, sometimes they are German, sometimes not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R4KmxWo_4FI/AAAAAAAAAXs/bvvAM5Yzh9o/s1600-h/DSC05935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R4KmxWo_4FI/AAAAAAAAAXs/bvvAM5Yzh9o/s400/DSC05935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152864290486607954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did Christmas Pixies... we secretly gave gifts and treats to a family in our ward. we all giggled and raced to our car after we door bell ditched our family, even when they weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We scurried and hustled, worried and bustled to get everything ready for Christmas before we left for Utah...in time to get there the Saturday before Christmas to watch the BYU bowl game on Dad's big screen hi-def projection surround sound TV. We did some last minute shopping, I got a $13 Utah hair cut (!)  and got ready for the big festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve we were at Ben's parents in Draper.  We did the traditional Nativity re-enactment - Ian was a stylin' Joseph, Jacob was a cow with a tinge of mad cow disease, and Kate was the cutest little Christmas angel ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit of M--- family history: this tradition had to be banned for a while when the favorite character of the nativity became Haste, the guy the shepherds came with.  Usually clad in sunglasses and silly wigs, he wasn't exactly the spirit of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R4KhnGo_4CI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EtDvtYd-dbM/s1600-h/DSC05953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R4KhnGo_4CI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EtDvtYd-dbM/s400/DSC05953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152858616834809890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then grandpa read the letter from Santa, recounting all the goings-on of each grandchild over the year, if they've been good or bad and that he's bringing them an....oops almost told! Ian was pretty dumbfounded that Santa knew he scored a goal in soccer this year. He exclaimed,"Yes, I did!" He got even more excited when Santa mentioned he didn't know what all the excitement was about the Wii this year. Ian took this as an indication that Santa had indeed heard his pleas to bring him said Wii and proceeded to cheer and do a little victory dance.  Luckily, Santa did indeed bring him (and his family) a Wii. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched lost of movies: my favorite was Stardust...a fun fantasy flick. We ate lots and lots and lots of treats and goodies: my favorite was black licorice caramels. We played games and did puzzles and went shopping, and ate at Cafe Rio, La Frontera and the Bonsai -all delicious and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R4KjU2o_4DI/AAAAAAAAAXc/fb9V0EGCHeQ/s1600-h/DSC05986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R4KjU2o_4DI/AAAAAAAAAXc/fb9V0EGCHeQ/s400/DSC05986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152860502325452850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R4K1Emo_4GI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ay6gpz0gmLI/s1600-h/Katelights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R4K1Emo_4GI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ay6gpz0gmLI/s400/Katelights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152880014361878626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We braved the cold and went sledding and saw the lights at Temple Square.  Kate was truly amazed. Some of the pieced together winter/snow clothes were pretty good...Kate's ghetto hat went nicely with Jacob's old coat and mittens, Ian looked fine in his girl cousin's powder blue snow pants and Jacob was divine in the neighbor's two sizes too small one piece snow suit.  I didn't think you could get a wedgie when there was so much padding in a snow suit, but turns out you can. The Winnie the Pooh snowflake boots completed Jake's ensemble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-1143152701786273888?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1143152701786273888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=1143152701786273888' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/1143152701786273888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/1143152701786273888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2008/01/holiday-recap.html' title='Holiday Recap'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R4KgEGo_3-I/AAAAAAAAAW0/V4JC080Fy6g/s72-c/DSC05926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-6535957734953437699</id><published>2007-12-13T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:47.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I love/hate about this Christmas Season</title><content type='html'>What I love about Christmas this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not shoveling snow.&lt;br /&gt;Going to Utah to see snow.&lt;br /&gt;Caroling without freezing.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas shopping online.&lt;br /&gt;My kids wanting to be good so Santa will bring them a present.&lt;br /&gt;That Ben and I didn't fight about the Christmas tree this year.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Pixies: surprising a family in our ward every couple of days with Christmas treats, messages dinner, etc. and the way my kids giggle when we knock on the door and bolt.&lt;br /&gt;Having Jacob ask me a million questions about Christmas, baby Jesus, the origins of Santa, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Ian and Ben singing in the Christmas Choir Festival.&lt;br /&gt;The smell of gingerbread.&lt;br /&gt;Cadbury's Christmas balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R2FYZBs6xUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/5yxk-IPDH-0/s1600-h/cadburychristmas-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R2FYZBs6xUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/5yxk-IPDH-0/s400/cadburychristmas-lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143489436410627394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I hate about Christmas this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plastic&lt;/span&gt; ornaments on the top half of the Christmas tree because I have a one and a half year old.&lt;br /&gt;Already gaining weight because I am craving treats and candy.&lt;br /&gt;That my pumpkins are still out on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;That Ben's work Christmas party is scheduled at the same time as our Relief Society Christmas dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Having my advent wreath be used as a frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo many ads in my mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;Having a kid at church tell Ian that Santa is fake.&lt;br /&gt;Ian's teacher telling him that Santa is not Christian.&lt;br /&gt;The post office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-6535957734953437699?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6535957734953437699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=6535957734953437699' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6535957734953437699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/6535957734953437699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-i-lovehate-about-this-christmas.html' title='What I love/hate about this Christmas Season'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R2FYZBs6xUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/5yxk-IPDH-0/s72-c/cadburychristmas-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-3070797582320009124</id><published>2007-12-04T22:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:48.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>We had a lot of fun taking family pictures this year! Not usually the case.   We even got a couple of great shots of the whole family.  (You'll just have to wait to see it in your Christmas cards!)  Here are some of our favorite shots. Thanks to Luci, our photographer. She made it quick and painless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R1ZLrRs6xSI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vpbXU8W7O7E/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+1331+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R1ZLrRs6xSI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vpbXU8W7O7E/s400/Halloween+2007+1331+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140379231548261666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R1ZJAxs6xQI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ERa4LcKkq20/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+1394+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R1ZJAxs6xQI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ERa4LcKkq20/s400/Halloween+2007+1394+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140376302380565762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R1ZG4hs6xNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/1wWY8WSxs8U/s1600-h/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R1ZG4hs6xNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/1wWY8WSxs8U/s400/boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140373961623389394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R1ZLrxs6xTI/AAAAAAAAAWc/BXMN-P0yD-g/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+1389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R1ZLrxs6xTI/AAAAAAAAAWc/BXMN-P0yD-g/s400/Halloween+2007+1389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140379240138196274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R1ZJBRs6xRI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NcfgiH2Zrmc/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+1402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R1ZJBRs6xRI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NcfgiH2Zrmc/s400/Halloween+2007+1402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140376310970500370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R1ZG5hs6xOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/hAeHK5vSoeM/s1600-h/Jake%2Bfix+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R1ZG5hs6xOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/hAeHK5vSoeM/s400/Jake%2Bfix+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140373978803258594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R1ZG6Bs6xPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/2C1ExD28PeE/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+1242+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R1ZG6Bs6xPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/2C1ExD28PeE/s400/Halloween+2007+1242+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140373987393193202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-3070797582320009124?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3070797582320009124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=3070797582320009124' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3070797582320009124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/3070797582320009124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2007/12/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R1ZLrRs6xSI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vpbXU8W7O7E/s72-c/Halloween+2007+1331+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-4112914922772363039</id><published>2007-11-24T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:49.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving 2007!</title><content type='html'>We went to Bakersfield for Thanksgiving again this year. Third year running! We all love seeing great-grandpa and grandma Richards, our cousins and second cousins and going to dinner at Uncle Sam and Aunt Kathy's. Here are some of the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Sam baked the yams at 500 degrees for 45 minutes. The marshmallows were black, but the rest was delicious and caramelized! Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dinner assignment was rolls, which I stressed about all week, since I don't (or didn't)  have a great recipe for rolls.  The one I used to make in Utah has never really worked here in California. Everything is always home-made and delicious at the Bakersfield Thanksgiving, so I couldn't just cop out and get rolls from Costco! I was feeling the pressure. I tried a new recipe (Thanks Amber!) and the rolls turned out fantabulous and everyone loved them! Grandma said to me on the way home from Uncle Sam's that she  was impressed that I made home-made rolls and that she thought I could just go to Costco to get rolls since we had a three hour drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R0pmmIU15CI/AAAAAAAAAVE/64NXOhMkwfY/s1600-h/DSC05846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R0pmmIU15CI/AAAAAAAAAVE/64NXOhMkwfY/s400/DSC05846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137031130225435682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the kids' take on Thanksgiving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian liked playing with his cousins and in grandma's yard and picking her beautiful roses.&lt;br /&gt;(although he looks pretty UNhappy in this picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R0p0AYU15DI/AAAAAAAAAVM/IsHkNOkxdpw/s1600-h/cousin+line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R0p0AYU15DI/AAAAAAAAAVM/IsHkNOkxdpw/s400/cousin+line.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137045874848162866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R0pheYU14_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/n-8O7VEm9ag/s1600-h/DSC05814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R0pheYU14_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/n-8O7VEm9ag/s400/DSC05814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137025499523310578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate took a liking to grandpa Richards.  She held his hand for a little stroll outside and went to sit on his lap a couple of times. He was pretty tickled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R0p2lYU15EI/AAAAAAAAAVU/qb48irZvLXc/s1600-h/kateandgrandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R0p2lYU15EI/AAAAAAAAAVU/qb48irZvLXc/s400/kateandgrandpa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137048709526578242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also enjoyed the jelly belly appetizers -- a little too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R0p3s4U15GI/AAAAAAAAAVk/eBXMU_3MiGM/s1600-h/DSC05840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R0p3s4U15GI/AAAAAAAAAVk/eBXMU_3MiGM/s400/DSC05840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137049937887224930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest hit for Jacob was great-grandma's "fluffy" potty. He cracked up every time he went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R0p27oU15FI/AAAAAAAAAVc/y29ICpjnM3M/s1600-h/DSC05828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R0p27oU15FI/AAAAAAAAAVc/y29ICpjnM3M/s400/DSC05828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137049091778667602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R0pmh4U15AI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qUW9CK_KGms/s1600-h/DSC05849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R0pmh4U15AI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qUW9CK_KGms/s400/DSC05849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137031057210991618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huzzah for Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-4112914922772363039?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4112914922772363039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=4112914922772363039' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4112914922772363039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4112914922772363039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving-2007.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving 2007!'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/R0pmmIU15CI/AAAAAAAAAVE/64NXOhMkwfY/s72-c/DSC05846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-711913675182594770</id><published>2007-11-15T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:49:08.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't try this at home</title><content type='html'>I spent the other night blowdrying Ben's year books. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they got wet.  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they were in a box in the garage which got thoroughly soaked by the water coming out of the water heater. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rd.com/images/tfhimport/2000/Sep00_Water_Heater/20000901_Water_Heater_page004img001_size2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.rd.com/images/tfhimport/2000/Sep00_Water_Heater/20000901_Water_Heater_page004img001_size2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My landlord told me to drain the water heater.  We were running out of hot water at an alarming rate every day. He made it sound easy enough--put a hose on the drain valve, open the drain valve, turn off the water to the water heater-- that I could do it by myself. In theory, the water should drain out, along with any sediment that may have collected over the years. I'm pretty handy, as girls go, and Ben was out of town, so I tried it. I was actually successful.  I swear, no more water was coming out of the hose when I checked! Then I tried to get the hose off. It was stuck on there pretty hard, so I had to get a wrench. Suddenly the valve popped out of the water heater completely, and a strong spray of water hit me in the stomach, soaking me in seconds. Holding in the screams, I tried screwing the valve back in (it's still attached to the darn hose), saying a lot of silent prayers and spraying water all over the contents of the garage, including the box of Ben's yearbooks. I finally got the drain valve back on. Turns out I don't know the difference between the water shut-off valve and the gas shut-off valve. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a lot better when the plumber came the next day and the drain valve popped off for him, too.  At least I didn't swear like he did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769225005363224461-711913675182594770?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/711913675182594770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=711913675182594770' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/711913675182594770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/711913675182594770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2007/11/dont-try-this-at-home.html' title='Don&apos;t try this at home'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769225005363224461.post-4247966547425676460</id><published>2007-11-12T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:12:50.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Dresses of Kate</title><content type='html'>I have been on a mission to find the perfect dress for Kate for the holidays and family pictures. I posted the prices because I am a bargain hunter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here are the choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scalloped Brown Wool with Pink Bow - H&amp;amp;M $16.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RziCnV0SnUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/3ihh3aDUd60/s1600-h/DSC05749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RziCnV0SnUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/3ihh3aDUd60/s400/DSC05749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131995387771657538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Velvet with Satin Bow - Target $11.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RziCV10SnTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/CiHSTrvBh5E/s1600-h/DSC05740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RziCV10SnTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/CiHSTrvBh5E/s400/DSC05740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131995087123946802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brown Tiered Ruffle -Children's Place $11.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RziCCV0SnSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/MO8kHHd0qtQ/s1600-h/DSC05734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RziCCV0SnSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/MO8kHHd0qtQ/s400/DSC05734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131994752116497698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Bow Cardigan -Children's Place $9.99&lt;br /&gt;White Eyelet Lace Skirt - H&amp;amp;M $12?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RziC5F0SnVI/AAAAAAAAAUc/d7uWLuyHYvA/s1600-h/DSC05759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RziC5F0SnVI/AAAAAAAAAUc/d7uWLuyHYvA/s400/DSC05759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131995692714335570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Vote in the poll!&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/5769225005363224461-4247966547425676460?l=kirbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4247966547425676460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769225005363224461&amp;postID=4247966547425676460' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4247966547425676460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769225005363224461/posts/default/4247966547425676460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirbell.blogspot.com/2007/11/many-dresses-of-kate.html' title='The Many Dresses of Kate'/><author><name>Kirbell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RpI4Bc6geaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/404gg01Gpyc/s200/DSC04648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4Sjvn8SlOo/RziCnV0SnUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/3ihh3aDUd60/s72-c/DSC05749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
