<?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-3299742550736808423</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:19:13.065-08:00</updated><category term='wil'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='pee'/><title type='text'>Dynamic Durants</title><subtitle type='html'>Twelve little eyes that "blink, blink, blink" Twelve little eyes that SEE! Head and shoulders, knees and toes, and many more things make Nick, Heidi, Dasher, Emmah, Bosston, and Lucy! ding</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>268</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-2416164420513692498</id><published>2012-01-20T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T08:53:06.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a Dream</title><content type='html'>Monday, we had no school in honor of MLK day. I love days off. But not when they are then followed by TWO snow days. I&lt;strike&gt; love &lt;/strike&gt;like snow. I just don't like the mess it creates both outside and inside. Nonetheless, I took some pictures of our snowfall. Mostly for our family in Portland and Beaverton. They did not get snow. Just rain. Enjoy. They speak for themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKP7VuS2RXI/TxmbEDSwcmI/AAAAAAAABb8/cLFURte5FZc/s1600/017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKP7VuS2RXI/TxmbEDSwcmI/AAAAAAAABb8/cLFURte5FZc/s320/017.jpg" width="180px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQ_gj8uv4IY/TxmbFimf9nI/AAAAAAAABcE/j6NPRw-PYtI/s1600/020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQ_gj8uv4IY/TxmbFimf9nI/AAAAAAAABcE/j6NPRw-PYtI/s320/020.jpg" width="178px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3wiiY5yYSPM/TxmbHuMFdAI/AAAAAAAABcM/E5SAgu1mNJw/s1600/029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3wiiY5yYSPM/TxmbHuMFdAI/AAAAAAAABcM/E5SAgu1mNJw/s320/029.jpg" width="180px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ietxFmJF-Vw/TxmbIzsJMvI/AAAAAAAABcU/4zZGJ75d2Lg/s1600/033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ietxFmJF-Vw/TxmbIzsJMvI/AAAAAAAABcU/4zZGJ75d2Lg/s320/033.jpg" width="180px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;old tshirt, PLUS fabric on hand PLUS pinterest tutorial EQUALS FREE new dress for Emmah. Lucy got one too, don't worry!!! Have you been on pinterest? If not, send me your email, and I will invite you. It is awesome... fantasy football for girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tVSGwIGGVdA/TxmbTlqX0wI/AAAAAAAABcc/PSK-pz1ydGY/s1600/035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tVSGwIGGVdA/TxmbTlqX0wI/AAAAAAAABcc/PSK-pz1ydGY/s320/035.jpg" width="180px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She was standing straight up. That is how deep the snow was on Wednesday. Today, Friday. NOTHING hardly any snow left on the ground, just rising waters due to our rain for the next TEN days. Gotta love the Northwest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-2416164420513692498?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/2416164420513692498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=2416164420513692498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/2416164420513692498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/2416164420513692498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-have-dream.html' title='I have a Dream'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKP7VuS2RXI/TxmbEDSwcmI/AAAAAAAABb8/cLFURte5FZc/s72-c/017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-3706575586755031594</id><published>2012-01-20T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T08:45:24.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date ONE of TWELVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;My brilliant friend, Toshia, had this awesome idea last year of the 12 "daytes" of Christmas. She planned 12 dates, one for each month, and gave that to her hubby as part of his Christmas. I copied. It was such a great idea, a chance to plan NEW and exciting things to do instead of just dinner and movie, my least favorite date. So, a few weeks before Dec. 25, we got together and made this really cute flip calendars. I love it because it has the month, and a slot for a picture. Okay, there's the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6BUvSB7ZScQ/TxmYdu5zIhI/AAAAAAAABb0/useoCnOxjK8/s1600/013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6BUvSB7ZScQ/TxmYdu5zIhI/AAAAAAAABb0/useoCnOxjK8/s320/013.jpg" width="180px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Here's our lame picture. I snapped this via my phone right as we were getting in the car. Then I forgot to take anymore pictures after that. I might have to restage us and the date before months end. Anywho, January's date: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;PEOPLE WATCHING BINGO&lt;/span&gt;. Some might be asking, what is that, and how do you play? Well, we all love to people watch right?! So, I decided to make up two bingo cards with random things one might see while out and about. Things like: &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Ducks&lt;/span&gt; Fan, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Blazer&lt;/span&gt; Fan, crying child (which we could NOT find) kissing, texter, rolling suitcase, one size DOES NOT fit all, and silly things like that. Location: mall. We chose Lloyd Center, which is completely ghetto, but close to Nick's parents house, where we dropped the kiddos off. We had a great time. It was nice to walk around, sit, and just be together. Afterward, we headed to a new Mexican restaurant, Qdoba. AWESOME. and for anyone going there, split the meal. The burritos and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HUGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Total cost of date with coupons and gift card &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;$9.&lt;/span&gt; I know big spenders, but I really wanted to find a way, to start dating my love on a budget. I think I have found it. Stay tuned each month as we date and maybe you too will share fun dates, or take one of our ideas. Next month is our anniversary month, and Nick's birthday, so might spend more than $9!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Oh and for the record, I got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;BINGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; first!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-3706575586755031594?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/3706575586755031594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=3706575586755031594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3706575586755031594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3706575586755031594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2012/01/date-one-of-twelve.html' title='Date ONE of TWELVE'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6BUvSB7ZScQ/TxmYdu5zIhI/AAAAAAAABb0/useoCnOxjK8/s72-c/013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-3706786149297012029</id><published>2012-01-02T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:09:15.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVQ02tX4mLs/TwJUeqWJRoI/AAAAAAAABbs/0J_gmyo7mXo/s1600/129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVQ02tX4mLs/TwJUeqWJRoI/AAAAAAAABbs/0J_gmyo7mXo/s320/129.jpg" width="180px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't do resolutions. Last year, I decided instead of saying I want to do something, I will just do it, and call it a bucket list. You know a list of things you want to do someday... well, this year, the list goes on. Just a few things, not too many, but just enough to keep me entertained and motivated. In case you're wondering about the dating one, this year, I have prepared 12 dates for Nick and me. Each month something new and different. No dinner and movie for us, instead I have outlined new things to try, and challenge us. In February, our anniversary month, we are running a 5K together. Just the two of us! So, do you resolve, or bucket?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-3706786149297012029?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/3706786149297012029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=3706786149297012029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3706786149297012029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3706786149297012029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVQ02tX4mLs/TwJUeqWJRoI/AAAAAAAABbs/0J_gmyo7mXo/s72-c/129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-2103104675063520934</id><published>2012-01-02T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:05:14.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for your viewing pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let's just say, I am glad one of my bucket list items was NOT blog everyday! My intentions are good, I promise, but then I fall behind and get discouraged. Nonetheless, I just downloaded more pictures from my phone, and in no particular order, I give you the MONTH OF DECEMBER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UrVxp-caIvg/TwJQ1xEPq5I/AAAAAAAABY4/k22ELW7s-xo/s1600/004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UrVxp-caIvg/TwJQ1xEPq5I/AAAAAAAABY4/k22ELW7s-xo/s320/004.jpg" width="180px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lucy loves the ipad. How can you resist that though?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-138RYJLdzqU/TwJRAfU3RLI/AAAAAAAABZA/XpyQs-1p02c/s1600/005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-138RYJLdzqU/TwJRAfU3RLI/AAAAAAAABZA/XpyQs-1p02c/s320/005.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our annual trip to get our tree. I love our tree lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CDxzTJiWJ9s/TwJROkXWwZI/AAAAAAAABZI/HBVPpigweu8/s1600/010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CDxzTJiWJ9s/TwJROkXWwZI/AAAAAAAABZI/HBVPpigweu8/s320/010.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Timber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-maTgrvRxkJA/TwJRPbBZvjI/AAAAAAAABZQ/JJlu0pMFInw/s1600/012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-maTgrvRxkJA/TwJRPbBZvjI/AAAAAAAABZQ/JJlu0pMFInw/s320/012.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not quite yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3wLmWJE3xoc/TwJRP0ibsMI/AAAAAAAABZY/yWKcQh83kQw/s1600/015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3wLmWJE3xoc/TwJRP0ibsMI/AAAAAAAABZY/yWKcQh83kQw/s320/015.jpg" width="178px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lucy fell a lot while at the lot. At one point she fell to her knees, then face and then her legs flipped up and over! She's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qcC98M83sTc/TwJRQU47mbI/AAAAAAAABZg/ErBD_engThU/s1600/017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qcC98M83sTc/TwJRQU47mbI/AAAAAAAABZg/ErBD_engThU/s320/017.jpg" width="178px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bosston made it to the top of hill. No snow this year, but it was freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d64mFBmJ6hE/TwJRWGPT5mI/AAAAAAAABZo/-XQaeXhT4ik/s1600/021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d64mFBmJ6hE/TwJRWGPT5mI/AAAAAAAABZo/-XQaeXhT4ik/s320/021.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christmas ships. Making this a new tradition. The kids loved it, and better yet, it is only a few minutes away. I love local festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eCDa_KQKDgI/TwJRYcXUm_I/AAAAAAAABZw/LJsXMqKMxG0/s1600/035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eCDa_KQKDgI/TwJRYcXUm_I/AAAAAAAABZw/LJsXMqKMxG0/s320/035.jpg" width="180px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ready to board the POLAR EXPRESS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n9q84wCsMQQ/TwJRdRAvsUI/AAAAAAAABZ4/vMcQGyXxKUo/s1600/050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n9q84wCsMQQ/TwJRdRAvsUI/AAAAAAAABZ4/vMcQGyXxKUo/s320/050.jpg" width="180px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;JACKPOT.... 500 tickets with just one token. We were happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iY9eLi3AIXQ/TwJReAj1aJI/AAAAAAAABaA/emKO3blqdnw/s1600/058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iY9eLi3AIXQ/TwJReAj1aJI/AAAAAAAABaA/emKO3blqdnw/s320/058.jpg" width="180px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;On the train. I believe in Santa Claus.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwfD6xohWBM/TwJRh4MM7FI/AAAAAAAABaI/BSGAJ5Bd35A/s1600/060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwfD6xohWBM/TwJRh4MM7FI/AAAAAAAABaI/BSGAJ5Bd35A/s320/060.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tickets please.... tickets please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ByiOJPWHlY/TwJRlmSshOI/AAAAAAAABaQ/bU61SJhWfVw/s1600/065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ByiOJPWHlY/TwJRlmSshOI/AAAAAAAABaQ/bU61SJhWfVw/s320/065.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The bearded man. Fortunately, he shaved his face. I still love him though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ysNQWmoC-k/TwJRmPglxNI/AAAAAAAABaY/9efz7YktSBg/s1600/078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ysNQWmoC-k/TwJRmPglxNI/AAAAAAAABaY/9efz7YktSBg/s320/078.jpg" width="180px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The best time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xHzbmhnGMGM/TwJRrFJgrYI/AAAAAAAABag/P6_EQtoVeYM/s1600/074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xHzbmhnGMGM/TwJRrFJgrYI/AAAAAAAABag/P6_EQtoVeYM/s320/074.jpg" width="180px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Mt. Hood Railroad's Polar Express is worth every penny. We had such a great day, and I look forward to doing it again. The whole day was magical, and memorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUbVaKeKKmk/TwJRvuEYKPI/AAAAAAAABao/bJBZq9GhaYM/s1600/080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUbVaKeKKmk/TwJRvuEYKPI/AAAAAAAABao/bJBZq9GhaYM/s320/080.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Baking day. I wish all those mixers were mine, but they aren't. My mixer is the dark blue one next to my trusty cookbook. THE BEST one ever. This one was published in 2001, and it has since then changed. Not the same.... I will never get rid of this book:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_25b6RyMfkg/TwJRwYZoUSI/AAAAAAAABaw/qOyewfnSVuU/s1600/100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_25b6RyMfkg/TwJRwYZoUSI/AAAAAAAABaw/qOyewfnSVuU/s320/100.jpg" width="180px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree! Right after Santa made his delivery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaQuF-dNSRY/TwJRwyRSu1I/AAAAAAAABa4/GQKdifcCyl8/s1600/102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaQuF-dNSRY/TwJRwyRSu1I/AAAAAAAABa4/GQKdifcCyl8/s320/102.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The stockings were no longer hung with care, instead they were stuffed and perched on the couch! ANGRY BIRDS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsKKv3h33x8/TwJRxdHvjfI/AAAAAAAABbA/7HsUgpdH4sQ/s1600/110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsKKv3h33x8/TwJRxdHvjfI/AAAAAAAABbA/7HsUgpdH4sQ/s320/110.jpg" width="180px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;HA HA! Look whose trapped behind the ropes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fg4z4sjBpg0/TwJR3D380VI/AAAAAAAABbI/gro1UeSwN6s/s1600/117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fg4z4sjBpg0/TwJR3D380VI/AAAAAAAABbI/gro1UeSwN6s/s320/117.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;An awesome score from my local thrift store! Collector Edition cups from the Portland Trailblazers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NsOjD5A5lm8/TwJR30o1J0I/AAAAAAAABbQ/jT3bfZ70jS4/s1600/119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NsOjD5A5lm8/TwJR30o1J0I/AAAAAAAABbQ/jT3bfZ70jS4/s320/119.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We were happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LRX4gj9VgRo/TwJR4dWaD5I/AAAAAAAABbY/ik61hIhsr8U/s1600/123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LRX4gj9VgRo/TwJR4dWaD5I/AAAAAAAABbY/ik61hIhsr8U/s320/123.jpg" width="182px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, she's cute! We know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a fun year! Maybe 2012, I will blog more. Maybe not... I guess you just have to keep checking up on us! Happy New Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-2103104675063520934?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/2103104675063520934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=2103104675063520934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/2103104675063520934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/2103104675063520934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-your-viewing-pleasure.html' title='for your viewing pleasure'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UrVxp-caIvg/TwJQ1xEPq5I/AAAAAAAABY4/k22ELW7s-xo/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-7385631287751981657</id><published>2011-12-31T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T08:35:00.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the Old and in with the New</title><content type='html'>Last year, instead of "making" resolutions, I decided to make a BUCKET list instead. Just a few things that I wanted to accomplish in the new year. Here is what was on my list:&lt;br /&gt;Spend more time with my family&lt;br /&gt;Start writing more&lt;br /&gt;Get fit&lt;br /&gt;Wear clothes with confidence&lt;br /&gt;Go away&lt;br /&gt;Read more and laugh more&lt;br /&gt;learn to play the piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I did to accomplish my bucket list! Our summer was dedicated to the kids. We did a lot of fun things. Throughout the year, we would just pick up and go do something. I got to know my children. We started the birthday dates, and with that we were able to spend one on one time with each of them. They are growing up so fast. 2012 brings another baptism for us. Heck! We don't have babies anymore, we have children!&lt;br /&gt;I wrote for Latter Day Woman Magazine. That was a great opportunity. It was fun to get my name out there, and even though, I decided to take some time off from that, I still have a guest spotlight, where I can go and blog about whatever. Maybe my first 2012 blog will be my new bucket list! It's coming, don't worry!&lt;br /&gt;I now work at a gym and work out for free. I have tested the waters of fitness and LOVE it! I ran in the Warrior Dash and did a Turkey Trot 5k. I feel great. My heart is healthy (had an issue this past summer) I am healthy, and better yet, I am teaching my kids how to be healthy. &lt;br /&gt;My new mantra for this year was JUST OWN IT! Seriously, people would say, only you could pull that off. I respond to that with, if I like it, I am going to wear it. If you are confident with who you are, anything looks good. Trust me, JUST OWN IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I celebrated our 10 year anniversary. We went to VEGAS. We had a blast. We reconnected as husband and wife and best friends and not just parents. I took a girls weekend in the spring (TOFW) with some of my best friends. Seattle treated us nicely. Then I went to girls camp, again with some of my best friends, loved it all! Looking forward to the trek! And finally in October, I flew out with my SIL, Alicia, to Denver to be with my all time favorite women! My mom and sisters. I got to see my dad too, so that was an added bonus. I love my family. I miss my family! My family is pretty awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I read A LOT of books! I should hurry and count them... hold on! Sixteen regular copies of books (thanks to my blog for the magazine, those books were all free!) Then I read five books on my nook!!! Dasher read a lot of books too! He is my book worm.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh and laugh all the time. I laugh at myself, I laugh with others, and I just overall love a good gut laugh!&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least... the piano. Thanks to another great friend, I own a piano (for free) and with the help of my dear friend, Toshia, I can play some music that actually sounds like music and not noise!!&lt;br /&gt;2011 has been a great year! Looking forward to 2012!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-7385631287751981657?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/7385631287751981657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=7385631287751981657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7385631287751981657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7385631287751981657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/12/out-with-old-and-in-with-new.html' title='Out with the Old and in with the New'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-8943675144500650048</id><published>2011-12-24T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T20:38:09.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas the Night Before Christmas....</title><content type='html'>Twas the night before Christmas, and in our small home, 2560 Gable Rd, the children were snoring (literally snoring) while daddy was wrapping and mommy was blogging. We wrapped and packed the sleigh the other night, and I just have to say, Nick wrapped six, Heidi 17 in the same amount of time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christmas Eve was full of yummy treats to bake and share (although, 2 of the 3 homes were empty!) Nonetheless, fudge, muddy buddies, treats, oranges and texas caviar were dropped off at homes not so visited. Christmas lights were adored by many, and the same song played for the umpteenth time on the radio station. Really? Mariah Carey AGAIN?!&lt;br /&gt;Daddy read from Luke Chapter 2, and carols were sang! (The First Noel, and Away in a Manger)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Papy Murphy's made dinner, and Polar Express in Blu-Ray entertained. Mommy might have closed her eyes, might have. &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe another year has gone by. I will leave all the catching up for another blog, I just wanted to wish all of our readers a very Merry Christmas. I am grateful for the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ. For his humble birth, and perfect life, he showed us the way, taught by example, and paid the ultimate price. To him, we should rejoice and sing, "Glory to God in the highest!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wv74uk6DD6c/TvamzsT_M8I/AAAAAAAABXw/vZcjtai62Xc/s1600/mark+116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wv74uk6DD6c/TvamzsT_M8I/AAAAAAAABXw/vZcjtai62Xc/s320/mark+116.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sh29iyrLAG4/TvanE3euiAI/AAAAAAAABX4/yqW4uyXHWy0/s1600/mark+113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sh29iyrLAG4/TvanE3euiAI/AAAAAAAABX4/yqW4uyXHWy0/s320/mark+113.JPG" width="212px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_peUDEDCEAY/TvanUxyi2aI/AAAAAAAABYA/zwuVA6lsy6Q/s1600/mark+112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_peUDEDCEAY/TvanUxyi2aI/AAAAAAAABYA/zwuVA6lsy6Q/s320/mark+112.JPG" width="212px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tDBoTtr5fjk/TvankbVXGOI/AAAAAAAABYI/LKgsdwJysFE/s1600/mark+107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tDBoTtr5fjk/TvankbVXGOI/AAAAAAAABYI/LKgsdwJysFE/s320/mark+107.JPG" width="212px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SuhsOtTMm2g/Tvanz7OPd2I/AAAAAAAABYQ/3j_1TbvhwfI/s1600/mark+111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SuhsOtTMm2g/Tvanz7OPd2I/AAAAAAAABYQ/3j_1TbvhwfI/s320/mark+111.JPG" width="212px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6iviQHjlUhE/TvaoES6AfII/AAAAAAAABYY/PD1FJjXLegg/s1600/mark+131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6iviQHjlUhE/TvaoES6AfII/AAAAAAAABYY/PD1FJjXLegg/s320/mark+131.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TuSDqwccGro/TvaoVFB3ksI/AAAAAAAABYg/Kv2vwhQviak/s1600/mark+134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TuSDqwccGro/TvaoVFB3ksI/AAAAAAAABYg/Kv2vwhQviak/s320/mark+134.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's Christmas in the Northwest and we send the warmest wishes to your family from ours! Merry Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-8943675144500650048?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/8943675144500650048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=8943675144500650048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/8943675144500650048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/8943675144500650048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/12/twas-night-before-christmas.html' title='Twas the Night Before Christmas....'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wv74uk6DD6c/TvamzsT_M8I/AAAAAAAABXw/vZcjtai62Xc/s72-c/mark+116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-4472964310362088649</id><published>2011-12-06T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T14:20:51.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to make you smile on a cold, grey day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bec7ea919abaa9c0" 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://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbec7ea919abaa9c0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331698571%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F273D58CB014173B106260832B7D121C071B074.4D46ADE001B7D1133BF68BA2AE71DA064A60229F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbec7ea919abaa9c0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK69LhFG2ZCiasxiGoy4Sj_Tl2sU&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://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbec7ea919abaa9c0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331698571%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F273D58CB014173B106260832B7D121C071B074.4D46ADE001B7D1133BF68BA2AE71DA064A60229F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbec7ea919abaa9c0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK69LhFG2ZCiasxiGoy4Sj_Tl2sU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bosston has got quite the personality! Enjoy one of his stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-4472964310362088649?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/4472964310362088649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=4472964310362088649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4472964310362088649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4472964310362088649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-to-make-you-smile-on-cold.html' title='Something to make you smile on a cold, grey day'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-3333676690344863539</id><published>2011-12-04T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T10:35:02.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey I just found this out</title><content type='html'>So, recently Nick and I upgraded to smart phones. He has had a smart phone before, but I still used prehistoric version of a phone. I refused to pay any extra for my cell phone, but they were offering this great deal, Nick was eligible for a free upgrade, so into the Verizon store we went. Hook, Line, and Sinker. We walked out with the DROID 2 and I was instantly hooked. How did I live so long without a smart phone. I love it. I am busy, on the go, and I love that I can just look things up, shop and blog all from one place. It is awesome!!! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;But this morning, just a few minutes ago, I was trying to upload some pictures from my phone to our home computer. I removed the SD card, stuck it in the adapter card, and plugged it in to the computer. NOTHING happened. I tried again. Still NOTHING. Hmm I thought, what is going on? I have never had issues uploading before. I called Nick to help me. He laughed. He then handed me my phone charger and showed me how I was to upload pictures. I don't have to remove the SD card at all, I just plug the whole thing right in. How simple right? So, I guess smart phones really do make you feel a little dumb, until you figure out how to use it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eZsHA6hiGhU/Ttu8d0kTXRI/AAAAAAAABW0/3F7z9An5TQ4/s1600/001.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="284px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eZsHA6hiGhU/Ttu8d0kTXRI/AAAAAAAABW0/3F7z9An5TQ4/s320/001.png" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The first day of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U9i8yurYMxE/Ttu8iJcKsII/AAAAAAAABW8/IrjTW2LtGfA/s1600/029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="180px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U9i8yurYMxE/Ttu8iJcKsII/AAAAAAAABW8/IrjTW2LtGfA/s320/029.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ladies weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-_iOK7FJzI/Ttu8ivtWIYI/AAAAAAAABXE/iiBRbufw1u8/s1600/032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-_iOK7FJzI/Ttu8ivtWIYI/AAAAAAAABXE/iiBRbufw1u8/s320/032.jpg" width="180px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My dad and I sporting the same hair style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--576qvgVXZ0/Ttu8sPi8RDI/AAAAAAAABXM/taE5UluGRKM/s1600/036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="180px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--576qvgVXZ0/Ttu8sPi8RDI/AAAAAAAABXM/taE5UluGRKM/s320/036.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;All dolled up for a fun weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uJnuJjtWH_M/Ttu8y5oXP7I/AAAAAAAABXU/oyp_Ohcn8_8/s1600/041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="180px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uJnuJjtWH_M/Ttu8y5oXP7I/AAAAAAAABXU/oyp_Ohcn8_8/s320/041.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The fun continues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvih7IwvYpg/Ttu85dwkm4I/AAAAAAAABXc/qfGl_nB6xeo/s1600/065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="180px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvih7IwvYpg/Ttu85dwkm4I/AAAAAAAABXc/qfGl_nB6xeo/s320/065.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Making sugar cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7VLeF6T6aM/Ttu853NUkTI/AAAAAAAABXk/onjjzCtGxS8/s1600/310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7VLeF6T6aM/Ttu853NUkTI/AAAAAAAABXk/onjjzCtGxS8/s320/310.jpg" width="180px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marketing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So, now I just uploaded all these pictures, and the next couple of blogs will be for your viewing pleasure, and not just reading pleasure.&amp;nbsp; I have to admit, I enjoy pictures with words too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-3333676690344863539?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/3333676690344863539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=3333676690344863539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3333676690344863539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3333676690344863539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/12/hey-i-just-found-this-out.html' title='Hey I just found this out'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eZsHA6hiGhU/Ttu8d0kTXRI/AAAAAAAABW0/3F7z9An5TQ4/s72-c/001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-5006545726334099332</id><published>2011-12-04T10:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T10:13:32.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmah is thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-F6K1QMw3Q/Ttu4QqzjWiI/AAAAAAAABWs/FbTwFcYAJ94/s1600/Emmah+turkey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-F6K1QMw3Q/Ttu4QqzjWiI/AAAAAAAABWs/FbTwFcYAJ94/s320/Emmah+turkey.jpg" width="232px" /&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/3299742550736808423-5006545726334099332?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/5006545726334099332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=5006545726334099332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/5006545726334099332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/5006545726334099332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/12/emmah-is-thankful.html' title='Emmah is thankful'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-F6K1QMw3Q/Ttu4QqzjWiI/AAAAAAAABWs/FbTwFcYAJ94/s72-c/Emmah+turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-7037527651408715807</id><published>2011-12-04T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T10:12:46.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day!</title><content type='html'>So, this year, I decided (more like I was convinced) to run in&amp;nbsp;a turkey trot. A friend of mine set up a course and at 8 am on Thanksgiving morning, I met up with some other "runners" and off we went. It was cold, but dry, thankfully, and 47 minutes later, I was done. My awesome friend, Toshia made me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdH-X4yzvuI/Ttu3QXKKH6I/AAAAAAAABWU/4kWNWM6qWwU/s1600/Digitalizar0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="232px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdH-X4yzvuI/Ttu3QXKKH6I/AAAAAAAABWU/4kWNWM6qWwU/s320/Digitalizar0001.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ukqnUXIeoeo/Ttu3TuGmpHI/AAAAAAAABWc/q0S0XGvoNK4/s1600/Digitalizar0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="232px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ukqnUXIeoeo/Ttu3TuGmpHI/AAAAAAAABWc/q0S0XGvoNK4/s320/Digitalizar0003.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;16404 is the number of feet I ran! She is awesome and to plug her a little more, she ran every step of her first 10k yesterday in just over an hour! 1:03 to be exact. I am glad she talked me into running on turkey day. It made me more thankful for my body and the fact that I am trying really hard to get more healthy for myself and my family!!!!! I kicked trash!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The rest of the day was filled with family, turkey, pie, and puzzle building. Stinking puzzle! Oh and shopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-7037527651408715807?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/7037527651408715807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=7037527651408715807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7037527651408715807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7037527651408715807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/12/turkey-day.html' title='Turkey Day!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdH-X4yzvuI/Ttu3QXKKH6I/AAAAAAAABWU/4kWNWM6qWwU/s72-c/Digitalizar0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-2320534775394180067</id><published>2011-12-04T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T09:58:06.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few of my favorite things....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QwcBL4OoRz4/Ttu0JJ82kBI/AAAAAAAABWM/gxfOz7M8Rqw/s1600/Emmah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QwcBL4OoRz4/Ttu0JJ82kBI/AAAAAAAABWM/gxfOz7M8Rqw/s320/Emmah.jpg" width="232px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Emmah brought this home from school. It made me smile! I am so thankful that my children know the importance of going to church. It is a scary world out there, and if we all have a little faith, we will be okay. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is a sure foundation. A steady and true way back to our Father in Heaven. I thank my children's primary teachers, their grandparents, our friends, and all the people we have come in contact with that influence us for the better!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-2320534775394180067?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/2320534775394180067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=2320534775394180067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/2320534775394180067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/2320534775394180067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/12/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='A few of my favorite things....'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QwcBL4OoRz4/Ttu0JJ82kBI/AAAAAAAABWM/gxfOz7M8Rqw/s72-c/Emmah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-1978807968450780251</id><published>2011-11-10T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T07:42:59.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what happened next?</title><content type='html'>Today, the kiddos have the day off! I love holidays. Yesterday, I took them out of school early, on early release day, nonetheless, and we ventured to our dentist office. I LOVE our dentist office. I love it so much, that I totally justify the HOUR drive twice a year! I know, call me silly, but when we first started seeing Dr. Todd and Dr. Neil, we lived in Portland, so the trip was only 20 min. Now we live in St. Helens, and have been here since 2006, so the trip is 60 min. I don't care. I know, other dentists are around, and they are probably just as qualified, but I love these guys. I loved our very first pediatrician, Dr. Jen Kurmaski, but when we switched jobs, and healthcare providers, we could no longer have her. That was devastating for me. She was amazing, and probably still is. So, any of my Portland readers who have an HMO or Blue Cross, or anything else besides Kaiser, go to Legacy Children's and get Kurmaski. You will not be disappointed. Don't get me wrong, Kaiser is great. They are affordable, accomidating, and convienent, but Kurmaski was one of a kind. This is rambling on and on. Back to the Dentist&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So, yesterday, was our 6 month check up, and NO CAVITIES. My kids rock! I rock too, since 90% of the time, I am the one brushing and flossing. I took the whole teeth cleaning thing for granted, until I became the mommy. This is part of their health and well being too, so we need to take care of our teeth. I want my children to have healthy smiles! So, if I still have to floss my 9 year olds teeth, than that is what I am going to do. He is getting better though!! Lucy even sat in the chair all by herself. Last time, she wanted nothing to do with it. Parents of small children.... TAKE YOUR KIDS TO THE DENTIST NOW. The sooner they get used to the whole experience, the better patients they will become. Need a good dentist? Dr. Todd and Dr. Neil at Adventure Dental in Vancouver, Washington. Message me, if you need the number. They are fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so what has happened since last post? I am 30. I have found that I am allergic to TIDE detergent and to NOT working out. On days that I skip the gym, I feel really weird, and begin to itch. I am addict. I need help and the only cure is more gym time!! The other day, I ran 2 miles nonstop. Ususally, I would do the run in intervals, but this day, I just hopped on and ran. I just felt like running! I am trying to work back up to 3 where I stopped training, and then keep going. My awesome friend, is running her first 10k in a few short weeks, and I am so proud of her. I want to do the run with her next year. Maybe the 1/2 marathon. We shall see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Denver in October. Dasher turned 9. School and soccer were in full swing. Our life was nonstop. But gladly, we have yet to get sick. I am so thankful for strong immune systems. I read about some children being sick all the time, and I get frustrated. My advice to their parents, take a few days off from cleaning. I have this silly theory: if your house is too clean, your kids will get sick. We need germs to keep us healthy. Our bodies need to know what to kill off, and if we are never exposed to it, well, then we are going to get sick. Just try that and report back. Knocking on wood here, but we haven't been sick sick in about three years. Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lovely time in Denver. The pictures are on facebook. Check them out. Most people know about my trip, so I am not going to bore you with it here. We are through with soccer. hip hip hooray. Next year, though, Nick is coaching the HIGH SCHOOL JV team, on top of Dasher's team, and Emmah wants to play again, and guess what? Bosston gets to play too! Clone me now, is all I have to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bucket list item. Piano lessons. LOVE THEM. Love my teacher, she's the one training for the 10k. We have become pretty close, and when we don't see each other at least 3 times a week we go through withdrawls. She is very talented, and I am thankful that she is willing to teach me. I play really fast, and I need to work on my timing, but Emmah and I progressing in the musical world. SCORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to write a book. Someday. I have a few things down on topic and meat of the subject. A lot harder than I thought. So, what do you want to know? I really should blog more often. Hope this is good for now. Keep checking back. We are out of school today, I just might feel motivated to get on this thing!! Happy Reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-1978807968450780251?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/1978807968450780251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=1978807968450780251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1978807968450780251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1978807968450780251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-what-happened-next.html' title='So what happened next?'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-1104412104217085743</id><published>2011-09-22T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T08:38:32.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes, I am 30, and I am a WARRIOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Some people were wondering why I was so excited to turn 30? I don't find it old, I find it exhilarating. I love it!! I am a whole new age bracket. AWESOME!!! For my 30th birthday, I signed up for, "the craziest day of my life." The warrior day. Feel free to seach the blog for my 29th birthday post. That day was a bummer. Two things came out of that evening. Night out with great friends, and finding out about the WARRIOR DASH!!!!! Oh we got muddy and beat up. My right thigh is still nasty bruised. I came home, iced my swollen left knee and crashed. BEST BIRTHDAY ever. The best part is, since I have the most amazing husband ever, my birthday never ends. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Next month I am flying out to Denver with Alicia. We are meeting up with mom and sisters also grandma for TIME OUT FOR WOMEN. Ladies, if you have never been, you should go. If you have been, you should go again! I love it, and I am especially excited to attend with my ladies! We will have so much fun. 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My lunch is packed, my boots tied tight, I hope I don't get in a fight!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course, that is not what we were singing on the first day of school, but is a classic tune from a silly movie. Name that movie! School is back in session.We had a great summer and did a lot of the things on our list. The two things that the kids really wanted to do, but we just didn't were: zoo trip and dinner for breakfast. We can still do those things right?!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dasher has started the 3rd grade and moved onto Lewis and Clark Elementary. His teacher is Mrs. Alexander and so far, so good. He really likes the fact that he rides the bus longer than Emmah and gets home after her. Soccer season has also started, and Dasher is on the same team with Sam Cole again. They have played four seasons together along with Jim Cole and Nick coaching. It's always fun to visit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emmah is in 2nd grade this year. Still at McBride, she has Mrs. Nelson for a teacher. She is new to me, but I have heard good things about her. Emmah is great student, so we don't worry about that. I mostly worry about Emmah getting bored. She is becoming quite the reader and finished Frog and Toad in two days. She was excited about that. She has already been invited to join the Garden Club, which is a special invite only club, that meets every Tuesday during lunch recess. She also started soccer. Dasher and Emmah will face off against each other on November 5. The last game of the season. Someone will go home a winner!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am loving school. It is nice to run errands on bike with the two little ones. I pedal around town for leisure and exercise! I am starting to see more and more results and that makes me happy. I am happy and blessed to have such wonderful children. They are great examples to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know I took pictures on the first day of school, I just have to find them.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-8871731856654752974?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/8871731856654752974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=8871731856654752974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/8871731856654752974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/8871731856654752974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-lunch-is-packed.html' title='My lunch is packed...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-6029806551345473394</id><published>2011-09-04T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T10:06:41.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INY-QkbxtWE/TmOu755Uu1I/AAAAAAAABUE/eGn0buU1e3M/s1600/077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INY-QkbxtWE/TmOu755Uu1I/AAAAAAAABUE/eGn0buU1e3M/s320/077.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQuehaj6i7Y/TmOvIG4yvXI/AAAAAAAABUI/LLv0igBs8uc/s1600/078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQuehaj6i7Y/TmOvIG4yvXI/AAAAAAAABUI/LLv0igBs8uc/s320/078.JPG" width="240px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3E3FSqw5oo/TmOvyV39FhI/AAAAAAAABUQ/YtoiqYAzIEg/s1600/079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3E3FSqw5oo/TmOvyV39FhI/AAAAAAAABUQ/YtoiqYAzIEg/s320/079.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TAtlAAFyutY/TmOwB1-dHdI/AAAAAAAABUU/gmfWdxqniqI/s1600/080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TAtlAAFyutY/TmOwB1-dHdI/AAAAAAAABUU/gmfWdxqniqI/s320/080.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was so thankful to come home from camp. See below posts.Nick worked extra hard and put in two flower beds while I was gone. It was awesome to come home to a yard with curb appeal. The day after I got home, we took the kids to the beach. It was on our list, and since it was supposed to be 100 degrees in town, we headed to much cooler weather. Funny how you escape the heat by going to the beach. It was a great day. We did some shopping and played in the sand. I have never had a nicer day on the Oregon Coast. We usually have clouds and wind, but not today. It was&amp;nbsp;a perfect 65 and not a cloud in the sky. The kids had fun. Nick had fun. I had fun. I am so thankful for my wonderful family.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-6029806551345473394?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/6029806551345473394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=6029806551345473394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/6029806551345473394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/6029806551345473394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/09/moms-home.html' title='Mom&apos;s Home'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INY-QkbxtWE/TmOu755Uu1I/AAAAAAAABUE/eGn0buU1e3M/s72-c/077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-5807053197835493432</id><published>2011-09-04T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T09:57:26.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp</title><content type='html'>Here is a pile of pictures from camp. We had a great time. My YCLS were awesome and made the week so much fun. We played frisbee golf, did elements at a ropes course, ate lots of yummy food, did fun crafts, and yes, the archery range was my favorite part. I have improved so much. The girls were certified, songs were sung, skits were performed and testimonies strengthened. I love girls camp. The girls, the leaders, and spending a week in Heavenly Father's creations!!! Awesome stuff. Enjoy the overload of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQpdO06neoc/TmOmQTad66I/AAAAAAAABTE/GX_iyWKtBts/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQpdO06neoc/TmOmQTad66I/AAAAAAAABTE/GX_iyWKtBts/s320/001.JPG" width="240px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these were the journals they put together this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU4YJpD8DOc/TmOmnViMJTI/AAAAAAAABTM/0F3522Y-e-8/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU4YJpD8DOc/TmOmnViMJTI/AAAAAAAABTM/0F3522Y-e-8/s320/012.JPG" width="240px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel Edwards aka Zesty Zebra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E4y_XBqOYDY/TmOm1jORrWI/AAAAAAAABTQ/P67viOVOFXk/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E4y_XBqOYDY/TmOm1jORrWI/AAAAAAAABTQ/P67viOVOFXk/s320/019.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the first year Monkeys getting a true taste of girls camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wlwZ0sypcqU/TmOpC8yj3WI/AAAAAAAABTU/JNE3wwuj24g/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wlwZ0sypcqU/TmOpC8yj3WI/AAAAAAAABTU/JNE3wwuj24g/s320/025.JPG" width="240px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taylor Weitzel doing the trust fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-riOo9j_gdjk/TmOpNWqA1pI/AAAAAAAABTY/A9ErVzsXX4c/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-riOo9j_gdjk/TmOpNWqA1pI/AAAAAAAABTY/A9ErVzsXX4c/s320/033.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YCLS getting ready for Top 10. This night was Top 10 uses for a twinkie. Hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6i846F-chyQ/TmOpc4ujuAI/AAAAAAAABTc/CeCGmvrJkxE/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6i846F-chyQ/TmOpc4ujuAI/AAAAAAAABTc/CeCGmvrJkxE/s320/037.JPG" width="240px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanna using a twinkie as face wash. Others included: shaving cream, toilet paper, toothpaste, shampoo, and deodorant. Girls can be so silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aipFhnPdHTM/TmOpr69SIkI/AAAAAAAABTg/NYi9ydTcHmI/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aipFhnPdHTM/TmOpr69SIkI/AAAAAAAABTg/NYi9ydTcHmI/s320/035.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YCLS rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pE0_8BZwWWM/TmOp7b2GgMI/AAAAAAAABTk/h8rQrQzyYPA/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pE0_8BZwWWM/TmOp7b2GgMI/AAAAAAAABTk/h8rQrQzyYPA/s320/048.JPG" width="240px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kitchen staff were awesome as usual. Camp would not be as successful without the fine ladies called to serve in the kitchen. That food was yummers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rPYlTHdv5H4/TmOqHjrTlCI/AAAAAAAABTo/VRnYj9zYJYA/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rPYlTHdv5H4/TmOqHjrTlCI/AAAAAAAABTo/VRnYj9zYJYA/s320/052.JPG" width="240px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candy and I decided one morning to get our fishing bead. So we headed out on boat by ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O5Z0TgSmRXk/TmOqUVg_L_I/AAAAAAAABTs/HqzkaC1OLLY/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O5Z0TgSmRXk/TmOqUVg_L_I/AAAAAAAABTs/HqzkaC1OLLY/s320/053.JPG" width="240px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look a little goofy here, but again, girls camp. We realized that we had floated out quite a ways, It was quite comical watching us row ourselves back to the dock. Good Times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RzWZje6cyK0/TmOqhBSrKAI/AAAAAAAABTw/_yzRUBsQ6GY/s1600/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RzWZje6cyK0/TmOqhBSrKAI/AAAAAAAABTw/_yzRUBsQ6GY/s320/056.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you are not cool unless you bring your own BOW to camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8SOzseUoPI/TmOqwAZjQVI/AAAAAAAABT0/AtGISIYSzPA/s1600/058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8SOzseUoPI/TmOqwAZjQVI/AAAAAAAABT0/AtGISIYSzPA/s320/058.JPG" width="240px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then let your pregnant friend, Kate use it! Kate was such a trooper. Her little man inside like girls camp too!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mB6pdhqHmVo/TmOq_MpyqyI/AAAAAAAABT4/GBqh_kixyZc/s1600/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mB6pdhqHmVo/TmOq_MpyqyI/AAAAAAAABT4/GBqh_kixyZc/s320/062.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am with the my deer. I got the kill shot. Only took me three tries this year. Last year, I think it was more like 20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WxsVZ1D6HhE/TmOrODiaUPI/AAAAAAAABT8/P74auutixck/s1600/066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WxsVZ1D6HhE/TmOrODiaUPI/AAAAAAAABT8/P74auutixck/s320/066.JPG" width="240px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angie and Kate being Hyenas in our skit. I was a snake. There are no pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K3Fc0Uec7MI/TmOrc-MOqjI/AAAAAAAABUA/-6-yPgAY8yo/s1600/075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K3Fc0Uec7MI/TmOrc-MOqjI/AAAAAAAABUA/-6-yPgAY8yo/s320/075.JPG" width="240px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;President Opdahl is such a good sport. This "arms" skit never gets old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A little clarifying for my readers who are not members of the church. Girls Camp is held every summer. All girls from the ages of 12-17 are invited to attend. They are broken down into levels where they certify in different things. First Aid, orienteering, cooking, hiking, swimming, canoeing, archery, clouds, fire building, and other things. A lot of fun. The YCLS is short for youth camp leaders. These girls are the oldest and they pretty much do all the certifying and stuff like that with the younger girls. It pays to be&amp;nbsp;a leader.&amp;nbsp; A year of planning for a week of fun. I loved girls camp when I went in my youth, and it is still fun when you are older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-5807053197835493432?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/5807053197835493432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=5807053197835493432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/5807053197835493432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/5807053197835493432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/09/girls-camp.html' title='Girls Camp'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQpdO06neoc/TmOmQTad66I/AAAAAAAABTE/GX_iyWKtBts/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-7260930778125472241</id><published>2011-09-04T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T09:20:28.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Jungle out there.... Be Chaste!</title><content type='html'>This is a little poem/skit I wrote for one of the firesides!!! We talked about the things one would need for a jungle safari and related them to gospel principles. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Twas the first night on a jungle safari and all through the trees- all the animals were snoring- even the 1st year MONKEYS.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The SAFARI GUIDES were scrambling checking the list; making sure all the supplies were ready to make camp full of bliss.&lt;br /&gt;The CHECKLIST for your safari is simple, yet precise; matching temporal objects to those that reflect in CHRIST.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A COMPASS gives direction and guides you on your way. The SCRIPTURES give us guidance to make it through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Don't forget your BOOTS- you'll need to protect your feet. The gospel is your sure FOUNDATION which no evil can ever beat.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everyday put your CLOTHES on real quick- the jungle has yucky bugs that can make you sick. Remember to always wear your ARMOR of GOD to keep you safe from Satan the whole day long.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thirst will come upon you- keep your CANTEEN full, drink the WATER so your body doesn't get sore. Christ promises us to LEARN of him and thirst no more.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;You need to know where you're going- so pull out your MAP. You have a destination to find, so quick, go in a snap. The PLAN of SALVATION maps out your heavenly way- it lays out your beginning all the way to today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's time to take a break and eat a quick SNACK. Your body needs fuel so you can't slack. The WORD of WISDOM keeps your body clean. It tells you to eat your veggies, especially ones that are green.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh that sun is glorious- but my it is so bright. Put on your SUNGLASSES to shade your eyes from the light. Be mindful of what your WATCH and READ; Satan uses MEDIA to fill your brain with stuff you do not need.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;CHAPSTICK is your friend. Chapped lips are no fun. Speak no evil and try to always GUARD your TONGUE.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Keep track of the time with your trusty CLOCK. You don't want to be left outside when the door clicks "lock." Be mindful and PREPARED, the hour is at hand. Christ will come again, and before us HE will stand.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Scrapes and cuts will happen. Bumps and bruises will appear. BAND-AIDS make the boo boo better, so you don't have to shed a tear. The ATONEMENT is your first-aid. It makes the aches and pains go away. Say, "sorry" for wrong doings and promise not to stray.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now the checklist is complete, you have it packed up tight. So off to bed you go, to have a great FIRST NIGHT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45fPQrlaKTo/TmOjUlnYslI/AAAAAAAABSo/4zA92JopJkI/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45fPQrlaKTo/TmOjUlnYslI/AAAAAAAABSo/4zA92JopJkI/s320/004.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heather White as our mime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM16rvqvBMs/TmOjgD_ul1I/AAAAAAAABSs/gSkrRbGBHEo/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM16rvqvBMs/TmOjgD_ul1I/AAAAAAAABSs/gSkrRbGBHEo/s320/011.JPG" width="240px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanna Opdahl as "fish man"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l75H1GFfY1w/TmOjuddaNEI/AAAAAAAABSw/euCHGeGZAbo/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l75H1GFfY1w/TmOjuddaNEI/AAAAAAAABSw/euCHGeGZAbo/s320/010.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel and Becca Edwards, with Megan Waite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pLHBBmtkWQc/TmOj-bNUsMI/AAAAAAAABS0/Se7bNMbHW64/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pLHBBmtkWQc/TmOj-bNUsMI/AAAAAAAABS0/Se7bNMbHW64/s320/022.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture of Megan's hair. Awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HajG_XDTmO4/TmOkOVoJ0AI/AAAAAAAABS4/JUgw7KPusaQ/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HajG_XDTmO4/TmOkOVoJ0AI/AAAAAAAABS4/JUgw7KPusaQ/s320/023.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls of camp 2011... I love girls' cam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3wcHUjpHCZI/TmOkcFAoKaI/AAAAAAAABS8/xmGQJWA_l5g/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3wcHUjpHCZI/TmOkcFAoKaI/AAAAAAAABS8/xmGQJWA_l5g/s320/017.JPG" width="240px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tresa Stone. She hurt her ankles, yep both of them. I had to carry her to the toilet one day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NpUt0vkRQg/TmOkpx9GkWI/AAAAAAAABTA/sngTk0njtgg/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NpUt0vkRQg/TmOkpx9GkWI/AAAAAAAABTA/sngTk0njtgg/s320/014.JPG" width="240px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lyn Musik getting ready for her part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-7260930778125472241?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/7260930778125472241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=7260930778125472241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7260930778125472241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7260930778125472241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-jungle-out-there-be-chaste.html' title='It&apos;s a Jungle out there.... Be Chaste!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45fPQrlaKTo/TmOjUlnYslI/AAAAAAAABSo/4zA92JopJkI/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-5288173998587285893</id><published>2011-09-01T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T07:51:43.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is coming to a close</title><content type='html'>Yes folks, it is true. School starts in less than seven days. So sad. So happy. So, Oh I don't know. Dasher is going to third grade, Emmah to second. If I close my eyes and concentrate, I can see Dasher getting on the bus for the very first time. I always love how parents say, "where has the time gone?" I will tell you. It just goes. Just like when we were kids, our parents probably said the same thing. I am not sad my kids are growing up.&amp;nbsp; I am embracing it. I am welcoming the little adults they are becoming. The conversations we are having, the food they are trying (big issue in our home). I am in love with the fact that soon I will have a child old enough to watch siblings and I can run to the store unsupervised:) and be back before they even knew I was gone. I am in awe at the amazing things our children have done so far in the short amount of time they have been in our care. Did you know that Dasher can recite almost all 13 Articles of Faith? Emmah is turning into an awesome reader and wants more and more chapter books. Bosston is left handed and it is so fun to watch him problem solve, and our sweet Lucy is talking more and more and will soon be wearing big girl panties!!!! These are the things that make parents smile. I don't get up in the middle of the night with a young baby. I don't have to stay at home because the kids are napping. We can get in the car and go, no planning, no packing "baby gear" we can just go. That is so great. Don't get me wrong. I loved the baby stage. But that is also why I did that stage young in life. I had Dasher when I was 21. Just barely, not even a month. Then Lucy came into our family in April of 2009 and I was not even 28 yet!!! I have loved being a young mother. I have loved raising my kids and I am loving the fact that they are growing strong and healthy and turning into actual members of society. I just hope the society improves before they notice what has happened!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have loved this summer. This has been the summer for the books. Our kids were old enough to do things and explore, play and make memories. I am sad that it is ending, but I am really happy to have my house in order. Didn't you know, mom's take the summers off from housework!! Well, at least I did!!! I promise I have pictures to show. I know that is why most people "read" blogs. I just can't find the memory cards right now. Remember, Lucy, she likes to take things!!!! Oh well, she's cute and that makes me smile. My children make me smile, laugh and cry with happiness. Motherhood really is awesome, and simple, and fulfilling. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise!!!!! I should really rename this post!! Happy Reading, and please check back in a day or two for some pictures... make that more like next week:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-5288173998587285893?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/5288173998587285893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=5288173998587285893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/5288173998587285893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/5288173998587285893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/09/summer-is-coming-to-close.html' title='Summer is coming to a close'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-3376782512483573248</id><published>2011-08-23T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T06:51:42.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girls camp is over</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note to keep you updated. Camp is over. It was great. Pics to come. Summer is still here for a few more weeks. We still have somethings to check off the list, pics to come. Stay tuned. We are playing, not blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-3376782512483573248?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/3376782512483573248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=3376782512483573248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3376782512483573248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3376782512483573248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/08/girls-camp-is-over.html' title='girls camp is over'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-5529591678336471200</id><published>2011-08-01T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T14:10:43.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish Splash at the Park</title><content type='html'>Last week, I took our four awesome children to a sprinkler park. We are "supposed" to get one of these here in town, but until then, we will venture to Longview. We left at 9:45 am so we could utilize the whole afternoon. The park is perfect. Big, but small at the same time. All of the kids, even myself cooled off in the freezing cold water. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-59Pu2EnxIRY/TjcRLPiDjGI/AAAAAAAABR8/ma97iBl7XAA/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-59Pu2EnxIRY/TjcRLPiDjGI/AAAAAAAABR8/ma97iBl7XAA/s320/001.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, we had the place to ourselves at first. What are people doing this summer? I take my kids everywhere, but no one else seems to be there. I am sad that many parents aren't taking their children places during summer break. I love doing things with my children. I do not like sitting at home and having them rot away in front of the television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wjBXOeDnPcM/TjcRjQg0H7I/AAAAAAAABSA/-Fq6sWA02fU/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wjBXOeDnPcM/TjcRjQg0H7I/AAAAAAAABSA/-Fq6sWA02fU/s320/002.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmah and her pose. I have a similar picture of me like this many moons ago. Maybe Jessica could find it at her mom's house and email me a copy. We could play, who belongs to who!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8I4b0kcT4Y/TjcR9kUo53I/AAAAAAAABSE/7mbpxZFjjAE/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8I4b0kcT4Y/TjcR9kUo53I/AAAAAAAABSE/7mbpxZFjjAE/s320/005.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucy was a little apprehensive at first. Don't forget it was still early and that water was cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1LK27PZfBJg/TjcSWKnc0bI/AAAAAAAABSI/ZTRQC_fyD9s/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1LK27PZfBJg/TjcSWKnc0bI/AAAAAAAABSI/ZTRQC_fyD9s/s320/012.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here it comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iesqDKXHlC0/TjcSvWVFAsI/AAAAAAAABSM/OJPlYtGsZ14/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iesqDKXHlC0/TjcSvWVFAsI/AAAAAAAABSM/OJPlYtGsZ14/s320/007.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dasher waited and waited under these buckets until he got soaked. This is also where I got wet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QuQ1pME5V1Y/TjcTHBdp7XI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ja7bA_0ItDc/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QuQ1pME5V1Y/TjcTHBdp7XI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ja7bA_0ItDc/s320/015.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;running through the sprinklers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZcy5FgaBXQ/TjcTfH1i-sI/AAAAAAAABSU/TLulup47Y8c/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZcy5FgaBXQ/TjcTfH1i-sI/AAAAAAAABSU/TLulup47Y8c/s320/026.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bosston and his shadow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--0XMNriNq34/TjcT07XpsYI/AAAAAAAABSY/zXJqZqP7s-o/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--0XMNriNq34/TjcT07XpsYI/AAAAAAAABSY/zXJqZqP7s-o/s320/035.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bosston and his shadow and his tan line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cx98n1muHvk/TjcUMweQlrI/AAAAAAAABSc/sgZ8BIXL0xA/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cx98n1muHvk/TjcUMweQlrI/AAAAAAAABSc/sgZ8BIXL0xA/s320/033.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;having fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gaJZl_T4s5g/TjcUl1D7kwI/AAAAAAAABSg/Bfzgsv46Exo/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gaJZl_T4s5g/TjcUl1D7kwI/AAAAAAAABSg/Bfzgsv46Exo/s320/034.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there goes one bucket, and Emmah waiting for her turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFt5S5biOhY/TjcVAfscAHI/AAAAAAAABSk/xZVEZ3mrkvg/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFt5S5biOhY/TjcVAfscAHI/AAAAAAAABSk/xZVEZ3mrkvg/s320/006.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tip toe! This day was fun. On the way home, the two little ones fell asleep:) and Emmah exclaimed, "you're the best mom ever!" Happy Summer. It's almost gone. It is already August. This makes me sad. I don't want summer to end. I want it to keep going. Enjoy the sun, get out of the house, and tell us how you have spent your summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-5529591678336471200?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/5529591678336471200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=5529591678336471200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/5529591678336471200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/5529591678336471200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/08/splish-splash-at-park.html' title='Splish Splash at the Park'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-59Pu2EnxIRY/TjcRLPiDjGI/AAAAAAAABR8/ma97iBl7XAA/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-2352136206034206304</id><published>2011-07-31T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T08:22:15.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>winner winner chicken dinner</title><content type='html'>So thank you to everyone who left a comment. Its always fun to read what others have to day. Don't get me wrong I blog for our family so we can remember all the things we do but I like to share as well. So our winner is....... drum roll please....... Aundrea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-2352136206034206304?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/2352136206034206304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=2352136206034206304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/2352136206034206304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/2352136206034206304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/07/winner-winner-chicken-dinner.html' title='winner winner chicken dinner'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-3850302904393359102</id><published>2011-07-27T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T07:50:05.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are so Pround of our Cub Scout</title><content type='html'>I am also thankful that our church does scouting. Yay! for Scouts. Nick is an Eagle Scout, so we feel very strong about our sons pursuing the scouting trail and earning the top award. We need good men in our country. Two weeks ago, Dasher went to Cub Scout Day Camp. He had a blast. Each day they worked on a different achievement and last night his hard work paid off. He earned his awards. I am so proud of him, and Nick too. Nick is a scout leader for the Webelos and it is a lot of work. Two nights of our week are dedicated to scouts, so we all play a part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4i-eSE3NwHQ/TjAgxKou_eI/AAAAAAAABRQ/_RAsx6rxnEI/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4i-eSE3NwHQ/TjAgxKou_eI/AAAAAAAABRQ/_RAsx6rxnEI/s320/001.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dressed ready for his first day at camp. The first day they wore their uniforms, the rest of the week he wore the same thing: camp shirt and basketball shorts. I washed the shirt three times in one week. I should've just let him wear it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wNWFZFE1S3M/TjAg44cLOxI/AAAAAAAABRU/vaA6L2tUMEg/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wNWFZFE1S3M/TjAg44cLOxI/AAAAAAAABRU/vaA6L2tUMEg/s320/002.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for one of his accomplishments, he had to plan, make, and clean up dinner. This night we had lasagna and the missionaries joined us. He was a little overwhelmed, but passed nonetheless. He is working hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nMfab3JAzZg/TjAhAUryrGI/AAAAAAAABRY/UP80g_s1k8Q/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nMfab3JAzZg/TjAhAUryrGI/AAAAAAAABRY/UP80g_s1k8Q/s320/001.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, I had HIM make the cookies for the pack meeting. Again. like for Emmah, I helped him follow the recipe, but 11 of the 42 cookies were scooped by him. He got bored after that. I only take credit for scooping 31 cookies, that's it. None of the dough was made by me. By the way, we have a bunch left (they served donuts as well) So, if anyone wants a chocolate chip cookie, please feel free to come by and eat them!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iIBZUNGknoc/TjAhX0Hud2I/AAAAAAAABRc/gbwBMdFuKc0/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iIBZUNGknoc/TjAhX0Hud2I/AAAAAAAABRc/gbwBMdFuKc0/s320/002.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they were soft and chewy, just how they are supposed to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-59zEg1t4U6Y/TjAhxbCjJtI/AAAAAAAABRg/4ElvFo-ik5Y/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-59zEg1t4U6Y/TjAhxbCjJtI/AAAAAAAABRg/4ElvFo-ik5Y/s320/003.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick walking Dasher through the flag ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ViTNVnquNqo/TjAiKYwqtEI/AAAAAAAABRk/C1kRRGwq3sg/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ViTNVnquNqo/TjAiKYwqtEI/AAAAAAAABRk/C1kRRGwq3sg/s320/004.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our friend, Adrian, hiding behind the flag trying to avoid having his picture taken. ha ha Adrian, I got you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjr6RmcHvqk/TjAiQWXHOVI/AAAAAAAABRo/yy2Z5lUgg-Y/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjr6RmcHvqk/TjAiQWXHOVI/AAAAAAAABRo/yy2Z5lUgg-Y/s320/008.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dasher leading his first flag ceremony. I was so pleased with how well he did. Now we can sign that LAST part of in his book. Oy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q37D7KEBb6M/TjAiWedECxI/AAAAAAAABRs/TVvYtll1udE/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q37D7KEBb6M/TjAiWedECxI/AAAAAAAABRs/TVvYtll1udE/s320/013.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dasher getting all of his awards. He received his archery belt loop, archery segment, craft segment, and bb gun belt loop. Also his day camp patch, and the next pack meeting, he should be moving up. We have been working so hard on making sure his book is completed by end of Sept, so he can move up in October. We and I say WE because it really is a family effort to help our scout advance!!! Oh, and look at Nick. Doesn't he look great? He has been doing so awesome toward his weight loss, I am super duper proud of my sexy man, I get to call husband!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VbfyUiwP4Ms/TjAidi7--LI/AAAAAAAABRw/KGgJGv_PgaI/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VbfyUiwP4Ms/TjAidi7--LI/AAAAAAAABRw/KGgJGv_PgaI/s320/015.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after the meeting, they had a bunch of nerf guns set up and shoot. The kids had a great time. This was by far one of the most fun pack meetings ever. Most of the time, it is awards and done. This time it was very interactive. It helps to have the kids entertained, so I can visist with my lady friends too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUEiQdHYO1o/TjAi0VaIwyI/AAAAAAAABR0/Iz8I3FCpWiw/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUEiQdHYO1o/TjAi0VaIwyI/AAAAAAAABR0/Iz8I3FCpWiw/s320/016.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bosston taking his turn. He was more amused by playing in the nursery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zNsCeqPmuqM/TjAi6IDsvcI/AAAAAAAABR4/ANcgAVrgtv0/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zNsCeqPmuqM/TjAi6IDsvcI/AAAAAAAABR4/ANcgAVrgtv0/s320/017.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even Emmah got in on the action. Overall, it was a great night. I am thankful for Nick for upholding his calling and being there for the boys. I am thankful for the Primary leaders who put the night together. I am especially thankful to Dasher for working so hard on something from start to finish. I am also thankful for our three other children who behaved, listened, and encouraged the scouts..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-3850302904393359102?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/3850302904393359102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=3850302904393359102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3850302904393359102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3850302904393359102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-are-so-pround-of-our-cub-scout.html' title='We are so Pround of our Cub Scout'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4i-eSE3NwHQ/TjAgxKou_eI/AAAAAAAABRQ/_RAsx6rxnEI/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-427379954889672060</id><published>2011-07-27T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T07:20:29.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We see YOU!</title><content type='html'>This is what we did Sunday before church. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDkLWWhxBE/TjAbCbptCqI/AAAAAAAABQs/P9WYlgzgmng/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDkLWWhxBE/TjAbCbptCqI/AAAAAAAABQs/P9WYlgzgmng/s320/005.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qA4RKf53p8A/TjAbYzKsePI/AAAAAAAABQw/UyfdC7qgAkw/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qA4RKf53p8A/TjAbYzKsePI/AAAAAAAABQw/UyfdC7qgAkw/s320/006.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love the crooked eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zx7Gw1mgkM/TjAcnjqjdKI/AAAAAAAABQ8/R4bGAdjBNr4/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zx7Gw1mgkM/TjAcnjqjdKI/AAAAAAAABQ8/R4bGAdjBNr4/s320/010.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ic03Kp4zfI/TjAdBm2WbRI/AAAAAAAABRA/U9mGYSM-Y6s/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ic03Kp4zfI/TjAdBm2WbRI/AAAAAAAABRA/U9mGYSM-Y6s/s320/012.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--haJuWXnhH4/TjAdX5gEWRI/AAAAAAAABRE/n1myhHdJ3qc/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--haJuWXnhH4/TjAdX5gEWRI/AAAAAAAABRE/n1myhHdJ3qc/s320/013.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W21K6X7I1Mg/TjAdwEdhGWI/AAAAAAAABRI/un-Ep25B4eE/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W21K6X7I1Mg/TjAdwEdhGWI/AAAAAAAABRI/un-Ep25B4eE/s320/014.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E69e1hZpk6g/TjAeFXiMaMI/AAAAAAAABRM/E8gtVLijPKc/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E69e1hZpk6g/TjAeFXiMaMI/AAAAAAAABRM/E8gtVLijPKc/s320/009.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of my new favorite pictures. Father and son bonding moment. The above pictures are just some of the crazy, fun moments we have together as a family. If you didn't already know how awesome we were, well, now you do!!!! Scroll down for the contest if you haven't already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-427379954889672060?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/427379954889672060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=427379954889672060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/427379954889672060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/427379954889672060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-see-you.html' title='We see YOU!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDkLWWhxBE/TjAbCbptCqI/AAAAAAAABQs/P9WYlgzgmng/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-3196845844573114785</id><published>2011-07-25T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T16:30:11.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chef, a Baker and a Candlestick Maker!</title><content type='html'>Remember that poem? Well, today Emmah took to the kitchen and Kitchen Aid and made our treat for Family Home Evening. We are having a talent show, so I was going to use my awesome recipe and baking skills as my talent, but Emmah said she wanted to make them, so now I have to think of another talent. Anyway, she did a great job. They look Ahh-MAAAAzing! I just walked her through the process and told her how to read a recipe and measure the ingredients. Future baker in the making? I think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9tjWtjX6Y5I/Ti37m6rKTsI/AAAAAAAABQg/ww3E0Qs61Vg/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9tjWtjX6Y5I/Ti37m6rKTsI/AAAAAAAABQg/ww3E0Qs61Vg/s320/016.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fl4sxvCP00A/Ti37txAdp1I/AAAAAAAABQk/js3VFUjJuQ4/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fl4sxvCP00A/Ti37txAdp1I/AAAAAAAABQk/js3VFUjJuQ4/s320/017.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWsmbiCQuTE/Ti38BTSlXKI/AAAAAAAABQo/oSMoDBwxMBY/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWsmbiCQuTE/Ti38BTSlXKI/AAAAAAAABQo/oSMoDBwxMBY/s320/018.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made an orange buttercream frosting and then added some edible pearls for sparkle. I know they are going to be so yummy!!!! Here's a contest... comment on this post and let me know your favorite recipe to make or bake and why. On Friday, I will pick at random one comment and that person will get their own batch of these yumm-o cookies!!! Let the contest begin... and let's really see who reads my blog. Don't worry, I will ship if I have to. Happy Reading and Good Luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-3196845844573114785?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/3196845844573114785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=3196845844573114785' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3196845844573114785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3196845844573114785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/07/chef-baker-and-candlestick-maker.html' title='A Chef, a Baker and a Candlestick Maker!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9tjWtjX6Y5I/Ti37m6rKTsI/AAAAAAAABQg/ww3E0Qs61Vg/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-7023320696463457314</id><published>2011-07-25T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T16:21:41.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m1bnl_oqxaM/Ti36gjl1djI/AAAAAAAABQc/cSMJoXh-Wrg/s1600/019.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m1bnl_oqxaM/Ti36gjl1djI/AAAAAAAABQc/cSMJoXh-Wrg/s400/019.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing for the week. I love my Kitchen Aid Stand Mixer. If you don't have one, you should. If you have one, but NEVER use it, then shame on you! I love it. I use it for everything. Well, not everything. I don't use it to make bread. Even though it comes with a dough hook and recipe, I believe that bread dough should be made by hand, lovingly. Call me crazy, but that is how I feel. Today, this lovely mixer whipped up a batch of sugar cookies. Yeah, I will toot my own horn, my cookies are pretty awesome, but today, Emmah made them. You read that post earlier. It was just above this one!!! Anyway, I love my mixer. It is my favorite kitchen gadget!!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/3299742550736808423-7023320696463457314?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/7023320696463457314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=7023320696463457314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7023320696463457314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7023320696463457314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-favorite-thing-for-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m1bnl_oqxaM/Ti36gjl1djI/AAAAAAAABQc/cSMJoXh-Wrg/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-1927163308757082478</id><published>2011-07-20T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T17:44:00.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While you were away</title><content type='html'>Dasher has been bugging and bugging us to re-do his room.&amp;nbsp; We just kept telling him, someday, or not today. Well, since he is off having fun, I decided this was the week to do it. It is always easier to "get rid" of things when HE is not around. Bosston could care less, but for some reason, Dasher is attached to almost everything he owns. I need to stop watching HOARDERS, because I see a lot of that in him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mMd7LWXJaaE/TidwUEw8k0I/AAAAAAAABPw/v60Nr4ZPvuw/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mMd7LWXJaaE/TidwUEw8k0I/AAAAAAAABPw/v60Nr4ZPvuw/s320/001.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some of the BEFORE pictures. Almost six years ago, when we bought this house, Dasher and Emmah shared this bedroom. When we painted, they each picked a color. Emmah chose yellow, Dasher blue. The animal cut outs were given to us by Nick's sister, Joy, and when the room was first put together we loved all of it. Well, Dasher is going to be NINE this October, and he told us that he was too old to have elephants and zebras on his wall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yk-v2G4ItoE/Tidwq4yuk0I/AAAAAAAABP0/jmn6wSQyKFI/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yk-v2G4ItoE/Tidwq4yuk0I/AAAAAAAABP0/jmn6wSQyKFI/s320/002.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little corner of the room was the chaotic catch all. I hated this room before today. It never felt clean to me, no matter how many times I cleaned it. It was so cluttered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another shot of the room. Opposite the chaos. Only this time the chaos is on the wall.Why do kids want to keep any and everything they bring home from school? I had to get this under control. I wasn't sleeping.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d6hmHjID1k0/TidxDQwjNqI/AAAAAAAABP4/dg-IMlpTsAg/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d6hmHjID1k0/TidxDQwjNqI/AAAAAAAABP4/dg-IMlpTsAg/s320/003.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZWPhjIpAN0/TidxZ5E97AI/AAAAAAAABP8/19j9HwHx6LY/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZWPhjIpAN0/TidxZ5E97AI/AAAAAAAABP8/19j9HwHx6LY/s320/004.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bosston wanted to help. Dasher originally said he wanted ALL BLUE walls. After looking at samples, we just couldn't decide on a shade of blue. We are fond of green. We found this BETTER HOMES AND GARDENS color of GREEN STALK. It is soft and subtle, but still masculine. Bosston kept telling me that Dasher was going to be very mad when he gets home. I reassured him, that he will be happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gV932rOgXNM/Tidxx_WcB-I/AAAAAAAABQA/JXzAd-PF1LY/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gV932rOgXNM/Tidxx_WcB-I/AAAAAAAABQA/JXzAd-PF1LY/s320/005.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a dresser in the closet. It was broken. It needed to go. I am trying these closet organizers. They look functional, but we will see in about a week if I need to go buy dressers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N7W1flfvrPw/TidyLAHfHYI/AAAAAAAABQE/-eOlxfGOUZM/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N7W1flfvrPw/TidyLAHfHYI/AAAAAAAABQE/-eOlxfGOUZM/s320/006.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's it. That's all the toys. I told myself if the toy doesn't fit in the bin, or get played with it is going BYE BYE!!! See, what I mean? No more chaos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1l2VAUv2gLs/TidyjCB1QjI/AAAAAAAABQI/6tYH7iFlFRQ/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1l2VAUv2gLs/TidyjCB1QjI/AAAAAAAABQI/6tYH7iFlFRQ/s320/007.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bunk beds are great. The save space. They are a pain in the rear end to make though. I do not like making their beds. I usually don't. Today, I did. And yes, this was the bed that kicked my trash yesterday. Literally, my head and face hurt all day. Still hurts today. No black eye though. The gash on my nose might be there for sometime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wZlwQCYwSO8/Tidy5hPITWI/AAAAAAAABQM/td5Ph21Jodc/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wZlwQCYwSO8/Tidy5hPITWI/AAAAAAAABQM/td5Ph21Jodc/s320/008.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new bookshelf. Since back to school is just around the corner, our local, ghetto walmart had these bookshelves on sale for $12. Not to shabby. Let's see how long this organized shelf lasts though. The stuff on top is all the great things Dasher brought home from camp! Can you see my sarcastic smile!!??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zVoVaF3ezXw/TidzR5JDPiI/AAAAAAAABQQ/XWOHFvRO3zw/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zVoVaF3ezXw/TidzR5JDPiI/AAAAAAAABQQ/XWOHFvRO3zw/s320/012.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to document the toy free, clothes free carpet. This room is CLEAN!!!!! I am doing my mommy happy dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PrOFwrJaicw/TidzqceHuMI/AAAAAAAABQU/fln5tyVnUFo/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PrOFwrJaicw/TidzqceHuMI/AAAAAAAABQU/fln5tyVnUFo/s320/013.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YARD SALE. I can't believe all the money wasted on toys. They are not an investment. Just a corruption. I have some great things though. Fisher Price, Disney, and everything else in between. I AM NOT giving this stuff away though. If you see a toy, or ask about a toy, I will give you a fair price. Just trying to get some of our money back!!!!!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-1927163308757082478?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/1927163308757082478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=1927163308757082478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1927163308757082478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1927163308757082478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/07/while-you-were-away.html' title='While you were away'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mMd7LWXJaaE/TidwUEw8k0I/AAAAAAAABPw/v60Nr4ZPvuw/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-7910530423776141747</id><published>2011-07-18T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T17:07:06.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hood River</title><content type='html'>A camping we will go! A camping we will go! We'll pack the car, and head out east, oh a camping we will go!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;This last weekend, we hit the ole I-84 and headed to Hood River. Just a short two hour drive from our home. The kids were super excited to go camping, and to be honest, so was I. Last week, seemed to be a revolving door of children, and I just needed a breather. Whew! Just typing it, is bringing back the chaos. &lt;br /&gt;So, we met up with Mark and the ladies. Even though, we left at two different time, when we turned a corner, there they were. They had stopped off at our Favorite, Packer Farms, and with that pit stop, we all made it to the campground at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I like this picture of Lucy's chair. The other chairs just wait in the background.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FbgH3V50GSg/TiTA9JmsQYI/AAAAAAAABOw/SkJQAADlYrU/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FbgH3V50GSg/TiTA9JmsQYI/AAAAAAAABOw/SkJQAADlYrU/s320/001.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9I0e-aEU9dw/TiTBgmMp_uI/AAAAAAAABO0/BHl01aFdbWY/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9I0e-aEU9dw/TiTBgmMp_uI/AAAAAAAABO0/BHl01aFdbWY/s320/003.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmah already dirty. We had been there a total of 30 min&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Alicia on our hike.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ccm2E-ZF8g/TiTB3benb-I/AAAAAAAABO4/3Qe4k85E5II/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ccm2E-ZF8g/TiTB3benb-I/AAAAAAAABO4/3Qe4k85E5II/s320/007.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sELwcTVN_0o/TiTCOj_B30I/AAAAAAAABO8/jHY-pboBxWk/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sELwcTVN_0o/TiTCOj_B30I/AAAAAAAABO8/jHY-pboBxWk/s320/008.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of buy Lucy. She is slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RCyHVEuXPH0/TiTClqR6mJI/AAAAAAAABPA/EccUKVkLwWM/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RCyHVEuXPH0/TiTClqR6mJI/AAAAAAAABPA/EccUKVkLwWM/s320/010.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some scenery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We're playing follow the leader&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jsGXv2GOC0Q/TiTC9WH_GmI/AAAAAAAABPE/FPkZymnDrec/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jsGXv2GOC0Q/TiTC9WH_GmI/AAAAAAAABPE/FPkZymnDrec/s320/013.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJuAxB5UavA/TiTDXvNre7I/AAAAAAAABPI/fdEmxlbQLZA/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJuAxB5UavA/TiTDXvNre7I/AAAAAAAABPI/fdEmxlbQLZA/s320/014.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my Mr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ltg2eiLM7WU/TiTDvxQMtvI/AAAAAAAABPM/Wc7BMirlRL8/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ltg2eiLM7WU/TiTDvxQMtvI/AAAAAAAABPM/Wc7BMirlRL8/s320/020.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told them to slow down so I could take this pic. Emmah is walking in slow motion, and look, there's Lucy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nmNmK4S-hnQ/TiTEI5DCaEI/AAAAAAAABPQ/w9x5AscRCHo/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nmNmK4S-hnQ/TiTEI5DCaEI/AAAAAAAABPQ/w9x5AscRCHo/s320/042.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are a Happy Family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Hm_mf2JC5k/TiTEg474WLI/AAAAAAAABPU/L4DrB6DnPBE/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Hm_mf2JC5k/TiTEg474WLI/AAAAAAAABPU/L4DrB6DnPBE/s320/046.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the grand-daughters. the rock is Quincee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PhQZcYfBYE/TiTE3UGstII/AAAAAAAABPY/LBg0KQ4CgYA/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PhQZcYfBYE/TiTE3UGstII/AAAAAAAABPY/LBg0KQ4CgYA/s320/049.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kung Fu, Praying Mantis, Nick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The men gathering the fuel for the fire. Nick carriend this ten foot log about a half a mile. He has bruises.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yKaAxpTY2AY/TiTFOW4JDbI/AAAAAAAABPc/sSHw2QGTYQA/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yKaAxpTY2AY/TiTFOW4JDbI/AAAAAAAABPc/sSHw2QGTYQA/s320/051.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHenUjvHXWw/TiTFn-J5xlI/AAAAAAAABPg/bPyDY6maqfY/s1600/055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHenUjvHXWw/TiTFn-J5xlI/AAAAAAAABPg/bPyDY6maqfY/s320/055.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;getting ready to tell ghost stories, after we eat our delicious hot shmoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0SRiRWstbM/TiTF_007MrI/AAAAAAAABPk/qVs_btLZlt0/s1600/060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i0SRiRWstbM/TiTF_007MrI/AAAAAAAABPk/qVs_btLZlt0/s320/060.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;crackling fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1iwtndrF37k/TiTGWWVnfGI/AAAAAAAABPo/KmDPfgguiz8/s1600/067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1iwtndrF37k/TiTGWWVnfGI/AAAAAAAABPo/KmDPfgguiz8/s320/067.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;baby alpaca. I want one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u5MQjUlfMHo/TiTGooZnJ6I/AAAAAAAABPs/XncegiqnO9Y/s1600/064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u5MQjUlfMHo/TiTGooZnJ6I/AAAAAAAABPs/XncegiqnO9Y/s320/064.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our campground. Until next time. But don't rain. Cooking breakfast and breaking camp in the rain is no fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-7910530423776141747?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/7910530423776141747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=7910530423776141747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7910530423776141747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7910530423776141747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/07/hood-river.html' title='Hood River'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FbgH3V50GSg/TiTA9JmsQYI/AAAAAAAABOw/SkJQAADlYrU/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-78948531566713323</id><published>2011-07-13T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T15:41:35.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafting while Serving</title><content type='html'>There is Joy in Service, and today, that rang true in our home. We had Brooklyn over for a playdate. Brooklyn is my friend, Brandee's daughter. Brooklyn's brother is at scout camp with Dasher, so she came to play! I find it funny that so many kids and parents ask if they can come over. I had no idea our house was so much fun, but for my sanity, I try to keep their minds busy and occupied, so the horrible two word phrase is never spoken!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Since the girls had the majority, I thought I would do a craft that has been on my mind since I saw it on a blog. It is sort of girlie, and with Dasher gone, Bosston was the only one to complain. He participated, and then vacated!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Did I mention, that my soon to be niece, Alex is staying with us for a few days?! I know, I am crazy, but I do so much better in chaos, than in silence. Although I do have like four book reviews due here in awhile. Oh well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yD4YSbUvmO4/Th4RlIsIvlI/AAAAAAAABN4/aIf__9zzs10/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yD4YSbUvmO4/Th4RlIsIvlI/AAAAAAAABN4/aIf__9zzs10/s320/003.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here we are making stained glass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iki4bOcS4Vk/Th4TnQ0SeVI/AAAAAAAABN8/6BHXMhvC6vc/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iki4bOcS4Vk/Th4TnQ0SeVI/AAAAAAAABN8/6BHXMhvC6vc/s320/005.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this kept their attention for, oh, say 10 min.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OAbQKvxpImU/Th4T4QhlYcI/AAAAAAAABOA/qWZyC82S1vM/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OAbQKvxpImU/Th4T4QhlYcI/AAAAAAAABOA/qWZyC82S1vM/s320/006.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful Brooklyn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B8Rb5CrBgMw/Th4UNe0GfCI/AAAAAAAABOE/f2eDIVTixvg/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B8Rb5CrBgMw/Th4UNe0GfCI/AAAAAAAABOE/f2eDIVTixvg/s320/007.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls hard at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-51lT4KhNLC8/Th4UmOcQRqI/AAAAAAAABOI/3msrwA33akg/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-51lT4KhNLC8/Th4UmOcQRqI/AAAAAAAABOI/3msrwA33akg/s320/008.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what a creativ mess!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7zzUPzfIV4/Th4U8yt9nsI/AAAAAAAABOM/Fd9gUKsJeIY/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7zzUPzfIV4/Th4U8yt9nsI/AAAAAAAABOM/Fd9gUKsJeIY/s320/009.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;modge podge stained glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFVd6Ig4Vs8/Th4VR2vSM5I/AAAAAAAABOQ/ZevY4jhIUg8/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFVd6Ig4Vs8/Th4VR2vSM5I/AAAAAAAABOQ/ZevY4jhIUg8/s320/010.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bSCbyITLqw/Th4Vm-SoThI/AAAAAAAABOU/Gm2BB3aYcV0/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bSCbyITLqw/Th4Vm-SoThI/AAAAAAAABOU/Gm2BB3aYcV0/s320/011.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-otzU-pSWc6s/Th4V9WRLyZI/AAAAAAAABOY/Fhxqp0IvwYo/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-otzU-pSWc6s/Th4V9WRLyZI/AAAAAAAABOY/Fhxqp0IvwYo/s320/012.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;name banners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BepEfrC5-gc/Th4WUwPgC7I/AAAAAAAABOc/3nH-L2YgOS0/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BepEfrC5-gc/Th4WUwPgC7I/AAAAAAAABOc/3nH-L2YgOS0/s320/013.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S_IIG_Fh-AY/Th4Wl8RfP3I/AAAAAAAABOg/rmdT_G7G4yE/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S_IIG_Fh-AY/Th4Wl8RfP3I/AAAAAAAABOg/rmdT_G7G4yE/s320/014.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;even Lucy got in on the action. Although, I did find her using the glue stick as chapstick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5qFz-3gIQI/Th4W7hoFlWI/AAAAAAAABOk/mfF8Zj3FYVY/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5qFz-3gIQI/Th4W7hoFlWI/AAAAAAAABOk/mfF8Zj3FYVY/s320/015.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooklyn with her fan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MwBQLGLwr_8/Th4XTAue6YI/AAAAAAAABOo/7KjmKO2PNDg/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MwBQLGLwr_8/Th4XTAue6YI/AAAAAAAABOo/7KjmKO2PNDg/s320/016.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmah and her finished product&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9i7JP57Onw/Th4Xp2IBkvI/AAAAAAAABOs/gfIomZn4-Bs/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9i7JP57Onw/Th4Xp2IBkvI/AAAAAAAABOs/gfIomZn4-Bs/s320/036.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex and her finished project&lt;/div&gt;I find if you keep them really busy, the day goes by faster. I also found that it is really messy crafting with so many different ages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-78948531566713323?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/78948531566713323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=78948531566713323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/78948531566713323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/78948531566713323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/07/crafting-while-serving.html' title='Crafting while Serving'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yD4YSbUvmO4/Th4RlIsIvlI/AAAAAAAABN4/aIf__9zzs10/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-1649376847076442676</id><published>2011-07-08T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T21:37:12.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artwork on the Wall</title><content type='html'>One of the things on the list is to paint a mural. I hadn't really considered this project when I wrote it down, but with inspiration from IKEA, (next post) we made it happen. I had the idea to tape butcher paper on the side of the garage, and just let the kids paint whatever they pleased. If you have seen the movie, RAMONA and BEEZUS, you will remember in the movie that Ramona and her dad drew the world's longest picture. Hence, my idea for a huge mural. Just a plug, if you haven't seen that movie, you should!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So, this morning, with the help from my Mr. we covered the garage with paper, and almost a roll of tape. It was windy. I set up the table with paints, brushes and plates, and let our minds do the rest. Warning, A LOT of pictures, One of my own personal goals this summer is to take more pictures, and since I am doing that, you get to see them. Also, my grandparents in Wyoming read the blog, along with my parents (right? mom and dad, you do read the blog?) So, more pictures the better. ENJOY yet again, and keep scrolling down, there are two more posts after this one. Hey, I am in the blogging mood, don't be jealous!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--alVLCjEwFw/ThfRJZDJqEI/AAAAAAAABMs/rEYahwyh0xc/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--alVLCjEwFw/ThfRJZDJqEI/AAAAAAAABMs/rEYahwyh0xc/s320/032.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PDu2ZduGxbw/ThfRfPg_gSI/AAAAAAAABMw/xYm-yJXrQ0o/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PDu2ZduGxbw/ThfRfPg_gSI/AAAAAAAABMw/xYm-yJXrQ0o/s320/033.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZA5YhyLU9A/ThfR0Bde0JI/AAAAAAAABM0/JxYONE4xrJ8/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZA5YhyLU9A/ThfR0Bde0JI/AAAAAAAABM0/JxYONE4xrJ8/s320/034.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we all have an inner artist, sometimes you just need a little paint and a brush to see that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bccFAEexGmM/ThfSH2Um9oI/AAAAAAAABM4/eQFZccAEpR4/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bccFAEexGmM/ThfSH2Um9oI/AAAAAAAABM4/eQFZccAEpR4/s320/036.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmah working on her masterpiece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lME7rRN7w5E/ThfSakU7IBI/AAAAAAAABM8/rtkHMfCbA-4/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lME7rRN7w5E/ThfSakU7IBI/AAAAAAAABM8/rtkHMfCbA-4/s320/038.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It started out being a castle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vk2UCO0Mbwg/ThfSvEvKujI/AAAAAAAABNA/BsF0HnM6Mg0/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vk2UCO0Mbwg/ThfSvEvKujI/AAAAAAAABNA/BsF0HnM6Mg0/s320/040.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even Chloe and Lucy joined the messy fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8ZAmtAwnfo/ThfTEwGrDzI/AAAAAAAABNE/RpLzpJ0mhOo/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8ZAmtAwnfo/ThfTEwGrDzI/AAAAAAAABNE/RpLzpJ0mhOo/s320/043.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picasso?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NR1NzsdZIb0/ThfTchlgk_I/AAAAAAAABNI/f4hSURQ_D_8/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NR1NzsdZIb0/ThfTchlgk_I/AAAAAAAABNI/f4hSURQ_D_8/s320/044.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHeb7jxe4Bo/ThfTzx0o_2I/AAAAAAAABNM/6j7SjPQLafY/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHeb7jxe4Bo/ThfTzx0o_2I/AAAAAAAABNM/6j7SjPQLafY/s320/048.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dasher and Braxten with their ANGRY BIRDS scene. As you can see, Braxten's pig is smiling, therefore, the birds did not win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JddgN5Fetq4/ThfULrmXgjI/AAAAAAAABNQ/m-SJUjfsRcc/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JddgN5Fetq4/ThfULrmXgjI/AAAAAAAABNQ/m-SJUjfsRcc/s320/052.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, what started out as a castle, ended up being a city scape. FULL HOUSE style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M3eLDAEpbG4/ThfUkVh5iXI/AAAAAAAABNU/5iNBb9_iVXk/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M3eLDAEpbG4/ThfUkVh5iXI/AAAAAAAABNU/5iNBb9_iVXk/s320/054.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Logan looking grim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mP-_UuioUow/ThfU5RNMMLI/AAAAAAAABNY/5D-OX-yMo4c/s1600/055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mP-_UuioUow/ThfU5RNMMLI/AAAAAAAABNY/5D-OX-yMo4c/s320/055.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bosston just painted tornados everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIucJZWO5nk/ThfVPTekeCI/AAAAAAAABNc/KTHwRUmQZ5c/s1600/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIucJZWO5nk/ThfVPTekeCI/AAAAAAAABNc/KTHwRUmQZ5c/s320/056.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a close up of Braxten's victoriou pig!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1D2v4YFD5o/ThfVjCDUVKI/AAAAAAAABNg/ynWlzqrQC4U/s1600/057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1D2v4YFD5o/ThfVjCDUVKI/AAAAAAAABNg/ynWlzqrQC4U/s320/057.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick with his car and ode to blazer glory. Which btw, I just found out, that I received 12 free tickets to use throughout next season. Man, I am on fire. Let's just hope this lock out ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EgcQ7dftuZU/ThfV3uqO5cI/AAAAAAAABNk/9oOfOK2ku6A/s1600/058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EgcQ7dftuZU/ThfV3uqO5cI/AAAAAAAABNk/9oOfOK2ku6A/s320/058.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My angry birds, mountain scene, and my tie dyed shirt. I got dye on the shirt while assisting my little ones, so just decided to go with it, and I am pleased with the results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r600bCLuESM/ThfWOVUVOmI/AAAAAAAABNo/SuBPP-U8Q64/s1600/060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r600bCLuESM/ThfWOVUVOmI/AAAAAAAABNo/SuBPP-U8Q64/s320/060.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robin, Nick's mom with her Bob Ross. Out of all of us, she really is an artist. She has done some amazing paintings. I think she was just being nice to the rest of us amateurs, and only painting this scene. She had some happy little trees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R85ohUENzGo/ThfWjSQ4ssI/AAAAAAAABNs/sUUksuLb8Mo/s1600/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R85ohUENzGo/ThfWjSQ4ssI/AAAAAAAABNs/sUUksuLb8Mo/s320/061.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paul, Nick's dad with his house and bird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1_1JV11FQYY/ThfW4lwHmBI/AAAAAAAABNw/Wd_mQ_Hlows/s1600/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1_1JV11FQYY/ThfW4lwHmBI/AAAAAAAABNw/Wd_mQ_Hlows/s320/062.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noelle&amp;nbsp;with her cherry blossom branch and her own moutain scene. I think we all returned to third grade, when drawing our mountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMQ__6RWlyw/ThfXP-aZTVI/AAAAAAAABN0/-WAY_qxXvcc/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMQ__6RWlyw/ThfXP-aZTVI/AAAAAAAABN0/-WAY_qxXvcc/s320/050.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmah adding some touches in style. Like her clutch? You can thank her Aunt Holly for that. Yesterday she opened her tote of purses and let us girls who were there take some home. I came home with four purses, one wallet and a new beach/pool bag. LOVE IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-1649376847076442676?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/1649376847076442676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=1649376847076442676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1649376847076442676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1649376847076442676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/07/artwork-on-wall.html' title='Artwork on the Wall'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--alVLCjEwFw/ThfRJZDJqEI/AAAAAAAABMs/rEYahwyh0xc/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-6945711762618218392</id><published>2011-07-08T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T20:48:23.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IKEA</title><content type='html'>Portland, Oregon is on the map. Okay, they have been for quite sometime, but I needed an intro to this post. Yesterday, I took the kids to IKEA. We met Noelle, and her four kids, and Robin, my mother in law. I was so happy that they were able to come and spend the day, literally, at IKEA with me. IKEA is an hour from our home, so we don't go very much, and everytime I do&amp;nbsp;go, I wish I could go more often. The "play place" for the kids still had an hour till they opened, so we decided to take all EIGHT kids through the main part of the store. For the most part, they did great. Of course, when Emmah saw the room displayed as an art studio, she took off, and imagined herself drawing and sketching. When the other kids saw her sitting and playing, they to had to get in on the action. We didn't let them do that too much.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;But once, we got to the children's bedroom displays, it was like DISNEYLAND for them. We let them go a little crazy, but quickly back under control. 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d0qrIDLntjc/ThfO7WLx6rI/AAAAAAAABMo/bXCZudfNt94/s320/029.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can see their shirts really well. For step by step scroll down to the next post titled, Groov-A-Licious! We are having a great summer by the way. Shopping list from IKEA: roll of paper, paints, paint brushes, two scarf/neck tie holders, and two media boxes. Followed by lunch upstairs, where all five of us ate for under $15. I do love IKEA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-6945711762618218392?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/6945711762618218392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=6945711762618218392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/6945711762618218392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/6945711762618218392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/07/ikea.html' title='IKEA'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8-l3Un3rk6s/ThfMQq5qt9I/AAAAAAAABL4/F-WIEJb2mB4/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-532719968071847587</id><published>2011-07-08T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T20:27:41.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Groov-A-Licious!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HCN1NMtNNjM/ThfFgCDw9RI/AAAAAAAABLQ/-n-pNY0T3vg/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HCN1NMtNNjM/ThfFgCDw9RI/AAAAAAAABLQ/-n-pNY0T3vg/s320/001.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"what is tie-dye?" Oh, my have we failed as parents. Our children don't know what&amp;nbsp;tie-dye is. This led us to our next thing on the list. TIE DYE shirts. After lookin&amp;nbsp;at many options, I found these kits that came with everything except the shirts. All I had to do was add water to the bottles, shake and squirt. Super easy, even the kids could do it, and they did. I only helped with the rubber banding. Okay, I did Lucy's, but again, she's 2!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AatYrYftWFA/ThfF2-7C5QI/AAAAAAAABLU/-DSNZYAxOaM/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AatYrYftWFA/ThfF2-7C5QI/AAAAAAAABLU/-DSNZYAxOaM/s320/002.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BEFORE. I was lucky to find all four shirts for under $10. Sometimes, WalMart can be a mom's best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GVloPjifoO8/ThfGNSEEIbI/AAAAAAAABLY/dz3N7bOXHdY/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GVloPjifoO8/ThfGNSEEIbI/AAAAAAAABLY/dz3N7bOXHdY/s320/003.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmah deciding where to twist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PK7EYjSYqpg/ThfGkErHceI/AAAAAAAABLc/eMvRT-21148/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PK7EYjSYqpg/ThfGkErHceI/AAAAAAAABLc/eMvRT-21148/s320/004.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All FOUR shirts twisted and ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4dqT9BWBOM/ThfG6G4m6fI/AAAAAAAABLg/GsqDLB7uMhU/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4dqT9BWBOM/ThfG6G4m6fI/AAAAAAAABLg/GsqDLB7uMhU/s320/005.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our selection of colors. I was so happy that I found these kits. Not only did they come with gloves, rubber bands and super easy directions, they were also on sale for 50% off. It was like BUY ONE GET ON FREE. We all know, I love FREE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mynpMQgwMc/ThfHS0vrGPI/AAAAAAAABLk/28-4r5W0RTU/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mynpMQgwMc/ThfHS0vrGPI/AAAAAAAABLk/28-4r5W0RTU/s320/006.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took the shirts outside and went to work. I told the kids not to worry about the table, we would spary it down later, and to use the shirt to "mop" up an excess dye. Dasher spent a total of five minutes on his shirt, and Bosston like three. I kept reminding myself, "this is their project, let me do as they please." Emmah on the other hand, spent close to twenty minutes. I did finally have to tell her to stop so you could actually see the colors and not just muddy brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmCedctHYw/ThfHpgHYeuI/AAAAAAAABLo/sAGqOKjhJ70/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmCedctHYw/ThfHpgHYeuI/AAAAAAAABLo/sAGqOKjhJ70/s320/007.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, she is an artist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-545lalAI6_A/ThfH71GDoII/AAAAAAAABLs/bFJ0kqYBybk/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-545lalAI6_A/ThfH71GDoII/AAAAAAAABLs/bFJ0kqYBybk/s320/008.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All wrapped up. Now we just wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3rwESru9PU/ThfIRUroR8I/AAAAAAAABLw/O1ZbR7GBiXQ/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3rwESru9PU/ThfIRUroR8I/AAAAAAAABLw/O1ZbR7GBiXQ/s320/009.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like my plug for GLAD Cling Wrap? Hey, gotta pay the bills right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bAGtLB3kzq8/ThfInuo-IOI/AAAAAAAABL0/M9C1B3aTT_o/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bAGtLB3kzq8/ThfInuo-IOI/AAAAAAAABL0/M9C1B3aTT_o/s320/010.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TA DA!!! The shirts. They didn't pose like I wanted, but you can see most of their shirts. This is us at IKEA. The kids loved the way their project turned out, and we got quite a few compliments during our tour through the store. You can see more of that tour in the previous post, but if you're reading this, you've probably already seen the inside of IKEA!!! Happy Summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-532719968071847587?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/532719968071847587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=532719968071847587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/532719968071847587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/532719968071847587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/07/groov-licious.html' title='Groov-A-Licious!!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HCN1NMtNNjM/ThfFgCDw9RI/AAAAAAAABLQ/-n-pNY0T3vg/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-7620499865548067636</id><published>2011-07-05T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T21:19:58.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCA8f_lFYc4/ThOPMWIYi0I/AAAAAAAABIY/rhWXSMqHeEQ/s1600/071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCA8f_lFYc4/ThOPMWIYi0I/AAAAAAAABIY/rhWXSMqHeEQ/s320/071.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;OOHHH look at our new outdoor furniture! A little present we bought ourselves for being so incredibly awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EledYzRi19E/ThOPZ6oybbI/AAAAAAAABIc/sP53zZMuVkU/s1600/072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EledYzRi19E/ThOPZ6oybbI/AAAAAAAABIc/sP53zZMuVkU/s320/072.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Our table&amp;nbsp;before the delicious food was finished. And yes, my banner reads, "happy birthday" I couldn't get my Happy Fourth of July one down, so I used this one instead. Hello!? It is our NATIONs birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qqZGNm9eujk/ThOPnOTVesI/AAAAAAAABIg/J9_lGzs3-o4/s1600/073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qqZGNm9eujk/ThOPnOTVesI/AAAAAAAABIg/J9_lGzs3-o4/s320/073.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nick's new &lt;strike&gt;baby&lt;/strike&gt; I mean charcoal grill. Just wait, an even better picture of it is coming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2vu-qPUIi4/ThOP2CjZazI/AAAAAAAABIk/6gNtWrjD590/s1600/074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2vu-qPUIi4/ThOP2CjZazI/AAAAAAAABIk/6gNtWrjD590/s320/074.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Our American Penant personalized with our name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UBQKzv339A4/ThORo-SeArI/AAAAAAAABIs/AxqHjuPtAc8/s1600/083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UBQKzv339A4/ThORo-SeArI/AAAAAAAABIs/AxqHjuPtAc8/s400/083.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The MENU. You can read for yourself that we had a lot of yummy food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqrYoCpHiGw/ThOTGovK4nI/AAAAAAAABI0/VGd4LrKQD70/s1600/084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqrYoCpHiGw/ThOTGovK4nI/AAAAAAAABI0/VGd4LrKQD70/s400/084.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;See, I told you a better picture was coming up! Look how great the food looks!!! I love how Nick is "plugging" the OVEGLOVE. But for real, if your kitchen doesn't have one or two, you should really get one. I love it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W1FT0VWH1EQ/ThOTG8mG3qI/AAAAAAAABI8/_Yrbkp7MdPw/s1600/077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W1FT0VWH1EQ/ThOTG8mG3qI/AAAAAAAABI8/_Yrbkp7MdPw/s400/077.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bake Mac n cheese. Not for calorie counters. I warn you! This concoction had a pound and a half of tillamook cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMeNEwEiiCk/ThOTHnE5NcI/AAAAAAAABJE/lcT9P_7Y4Xs/s1600/076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMeNEwEiiCk/ThOTHnE5NcI/AAAAAAAABJE/lcT9P_7Y4Xs/s400/076.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;See, we made up for the not so healthy pasta with lots of fruit. The good thing, the kids devoured this fruit tray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gjReLj7hMmk/ThOTIDnNncI/AAAAAAAABJM/t_s34-6kpX0/s1600/080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gjReLj7hMmk/ThOTIDnNncI/AAAAAAAABJM/t_s34-6kpX0/s400/080.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Corn on the cob!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YTUysKvls3s/ThOVwombzaI/AAAAAAAABJU/L6L1XrjZAts/s1600/108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YTUysKvls3s/ThOVwombzaI/AAAAAAAABJU/L6L1XrjZAts/s400/108.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This kid never has a shirt on!!! Just kidding, he just is a year old and gets into literally EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYEX3IzGY94/ThOVw-kgrMI/AAAAAAAABJc/v9GQhvPRJLc/s1600/111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYEX3IzGY94/ThOVw-kgrMI/AAAAAAAABJc/v9GQhvPRJLc/s400/111.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lucy eating some patriotic jello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrjCszuuL-w/ThOVxAnPbCI/AAAAAAAABJk/G8_-pJ_lgIY/s1600/089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrjCszuuL-w/ThOVxAnPbCI/AAAAAAAABJk/G8_-pJ_lgIY/s400/089.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;See, I told you he wears a shirt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yuld3ywaNJI/ThOVxs-l6AI/AAAAAAAABJs/xmlH523fo3o/s1600/115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yuld3ywaNJI/ThOVxs-l6AI/AAAAAAAABJs/xmlH523fo3o/s400/115.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Adam and Noelle brought this cool machine that is basically a drill, but when you set it up like he did, it made really cool spin art!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58f3zm2x1Kw/ThOVyHQYAmI/AAAAAAAABJ0/4CL97PijsIY/s1600/082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58f3zm2x1Kw/ThOVyHQYAmI/AAAAAAAABJ0/4CL97PijsIY/s400/082.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Spin machine in action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ANmBsInUi1o/ThOaaAJZ1KI/AAAAAAAABJ8/8t9hCiE2QgY/s1600/110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ANmBsInUi1o/ThOaaAJZ1KI/AAAAAAAABJ8/8t9hCiE2QgY/s400/110.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ice Cream Cones, America's treat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RKTp8l_YECU/ThOaaTh_pMI/AAAAAAAABKE/6u5mk18fs-U/s1600/116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RKTp8l_YECU/ThOaaTh_pMI/AAAAAAAABKE/6u5mk18fs-U/s400/116.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;just chilling on our new furniture. I loved Alicia's skirt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BcWigH_gee0/ThOaa_fb2-I/AAAAAAAABKM/kHZ70mOYT94/s1600/117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BcWigH_gee0/ThOaa_fb2-I/AAAAAAAABKM/kHZ70mOYT94/s400/117.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mark chill-axing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QKtBr4uBHkY/ThOabC8xKzI/AAAAAAAABKU/vL6FZ8LpgWc/s1600/095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QKtBr4uBHkY/ThOabC8xKzI/AAAAAAAABKU/vL6FZ8LpgWc/s400/095.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The Grill Master giving a thumbs up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6oWH4Hrt0js/ThOabon_qSI/AAAAAAAABKc/zvB0tFnvofk/s1600/103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6oWH4Hrt0js/ThOabon_qSI/AAAAAAAABKc/zvB0tFnvofk/s400/103.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The kids playing and playing. Summertime is the best.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-12Q1-10L1BA/ThPdQ77T97I/AAAAAAAABKg/Q4MimYWQfJA/s1600/120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-12Q1-10L1BA/ThPdQ77T97I/AAAAAAAABKg/Q4MimYWQfJA/s320/120.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the kiddos all lined up for the show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iHH_ydWMxoE/ThPdjFBi14I/AAAAAAAABKk/QB2uGyDx20o/s1600/122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iHH_ydWMxoE/ThPdjFBi14I/AAAAAAAABKk/QB2uGyDx20o/s320/122.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addison has decided that&amp;nbsp;I am the BEST aunt ever. She didn't really leave my side all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gV0iAYc3Tss/ThPdyh6Lx6I/AAAAAAAABKo/06tx2v1sF7g/s1600/123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gV0iAYc3Tss/ThPdyh6Lx6I/AAAAAAAABKo/06tx2v1sF7g/s320/123.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Logan and Chloe didn't like the noise of the fireworks, so they watched from the front window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C06FWLDr9d8/ThPeDp3kHZI/AAAAAAAABKs/-_T0qwlPB00/s1600/124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C06FWLDr9d8/ThPeDp3kHZI/AAAAAAAABKs/-_T0qwlPB00/s320/124.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture of Bosston cracked us up. He has his legs crossed all on his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSj1HffPDXk/ThPePYlXrbI/AAAAAAAABKw/IhRJ-o8p4jg/s1600/127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSj1HffPDXk/ThPePYlXrbI/AAAAAAAABKw/IhRJ-o8p4jg/s320/127.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick told the kids to do a rain dance while the fireworks were going off, and this is what we got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oiJ4Uh7zemY/ThPecV1UycI/AAAAAAAABK0/lH3apOmxAVI/s1600/126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oiJ4Uh7zemY/ThPecV1UycI/AAAAAAAABK0/lH3apOmxAVI/s320/126.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucy post dinner. Still messy as ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRoMZOVsadE/ThPeqLQRVJI/AAAAAAAABK4/6kZviRKFAOw/s1600/128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRoMZOVsadE/ThPeqLQRVJI/AAAAAAAABK4/6kZviRKFAOw/s320/128.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, no 4th is the 4th without glow sticks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uZjtzyS2xHM/ThPe2lYH0NI/AAAAAAAABK8/lzoUXIYwTYA/s1600/140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uZjtzyS2xHM/ThPe2lYH0NI/AAAAAAAABK8/lzoUXIYwTYA/s320/140.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Lucy watching the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W26lirtF6e0/ThPfECp_JSI/AAAAAAAABLA/Cdg3QiGhAxM/s1600/139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W26lirtF6e0/ThPfECp_JSI/AAAAAAAABLA/Cdg3QiGhAxM/s320/139.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture. I love the haze of the smoke. Makes you feel like you're actually there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7rzXO8JiwJg/ThPfSYeCxGI/AAAAAAAABLE/vkoyYECHbjU/s1600/134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7rzXO8JiwJg/ThPfSYeCxGI/AAAAAAAABLE/vkoyYECHbjU/s320/134.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;passing out the sparklers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oesmYgD6R2M/ThPffYhZdRI/AAAAAAAABLI/RBMeCWrclb0/s1600/136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oesmYgD6R2M/ThPffYhZdRI/AAAAAAAABLI/RBMeCWrclb0/s320/136.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;men and fire, what can you say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u-KLnNt51KI/ThPfshWxASI/AAAAAAAABLM/sbTpughqSo0/s1600/132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u-KLnNt51KI/ThPfshWxASI/AAAAAAAABLM/sbTpughqSo0/s320/132.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did get one picture of A firework. The rest didn't really turn out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well folks, there you have it. An awesome night. It was exhausting hosting such an event, but I love doing this kind of stuff. I love entertaining. I love the people that came. I love being an American. Now for 4July2012, Weeks Family, we're coming to your house!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-7620499865548067636?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/7620499865548067636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=7620499865548067636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7620499865548067636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7620499865548067636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCA8f_lFYc4/ThOPMWIYi0I/AAAAAAAABIY/rhWXSMqHeEQ/s72-c/071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-938680186139226578</id><published>2011-07-05T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T15:23:16.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick's Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_HahKfB71Ko/ThOKQBT2u0I/AAAAAAAABHo/DtXw4akPiAA/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_HahKfB71Ko/ThOKQBT2u0I/AAAAAAAABHo/DtXw4akPiAA/s320/021.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucy and me chilling at the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;Most of the pictures on our blog are taken by camera. But this weekend, my camera really started having issues, so I used Nick's. When I uploaded pictures from our great backyard barbeque, I found some long lost pictures of our Seattle trip so many moons ago. I will share some of those with you now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s293SWI1S9g/ThOKhtqwX-I/AAAAAAAABHs/W0mGTm3lwuk/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s293SWI1S9g/ThOKhtqwX-I/AAAAAAAABHs/W0mGTm3lwuk/s320/023.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, Lucy at the hotel. Which by the way, if you ever do stay the night in Seattle, DO NOT stay at the Ramada by the airport. It is a horrible hotel, with terrible service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PgaMZpX5sMY/ThOKxts2KfI/AAAAAAAABHw/HQQ3zxTC7fo/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PgaMZpX5sMY/ThOKxts2KfI/AAAAAAAABHw/HQQ3zxTC7fo/s320/024.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bosston cheesing it up. I wish this happy kid would come back. Ever since he turned four he has been extra mean, and grumpy all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uG04f8KbDTc/ThOK9pSSBtI/AAAAAAAABH0/ZekE_8gwoeE/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uG04f8KbDTc/ThOK9pSSBtI/AAAAAAAABH0/ZekE_8gwoeE/s320/025.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;World's Greatest LUCY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NDr8sE03kSw/ThOLKamBqlI/AAAAAAAABH4/CqqzRB3H8aw/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NDr8sE03kSw/ThOLKamBqlI/AAAAAAAABH4/CqqzRB3H8aw/s320/026.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;World's Greatest Bosston... pre year four&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2zuMRH7W8vo/ThOLYFdHoMI/AAAAAAAABH8/MSFTEVmAw44/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2zuMRH7W8vo/ThOLYFdHoMI/AAAAAAAABH8/MSFTEVmAw44/s320/029.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This place was great. Not only was the food yummers, but they were able to accomidate our huge crowd. We're talking 11 adults and 14 kids most of them under the age of 9!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AK_3ojY-YfY/ThOLjAQT98I/AAAAAAAABIA/SezdpU4-pY4/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AK_3ojY-YfY/ThOLjAQT98I/AAAAAAAABIA/SezdpU4-pY4/s320/032.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Lucy eating some World's Famour BBQ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixbsndOKCoo/ThOLy7ecKSI/AAAAAAAABIE/wL9kw5BtzMI/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixbsndOKCoo/ThOLy7ecKSI/AAAAAAAABIE/wL9kw5BtzMI/s320/035.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the GUM WALL. It is located off of Pike Street south of the market. It is literally covered in gum. So gross, so dirty, yet all of us had to add our gum to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BxcwTsN-iVQ/ThOMBSpn0CI/AAAAAAAABII/7v8NHXytWQU/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BxcwTsN-iVQ/ThOMBSpn0CI/AAAAAAAABII/7v8NHXytWQU/s320/036.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yAFmbJ6dJOM/ThOMPOK93OI/AAAAAAAABIM/EE29bCmHutY/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yAFmbJ6dJOM/ThOMPOK93OI/AAAAAAAABIM/EE29bCmHutY/s320/038.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fS2uYKxv2vQ/ThOMdr4x75I/AAAAAAAABIQ/u7OZNjCJ5Hs/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fS2uYKxv2vQ/ThOMdr4x75I/AAAAAAAABIQ/u7OZNjCJ5Hs/s320/040.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, yucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wfcqwNTdu4g/ThOMujN4KVI/AAAAAAAABIU/xtSe7tckH2o/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wfcqwNTdu4g/ThOMujN4KVI/AAAAAAAABIU/xtSe7tckH2o/s320/042.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of&amp;nbsp; course, if it is Nick's camera you will find some sort of Star Wars pic somewhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-938680186139226578?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/938680186139226578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=938680186139226578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/938680186139226578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/938680186139226578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/07/nicks-camera.html' title='Nick&apos;s Camera'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_HahKfB71Ko/ThOKQBT2u0I/AAAAAAAABHo/DtXw4akPiAA/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-134308048647975994</id><published>2011-07-01T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T13:14:29.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Featured on someone else's blog</title><content type='html'>Go ahead, Google my name!!!! I have just featured on another blog. I just finished reading a book, and the author, Heather Justesen, put me on her blog. Here's the link so you can check it out. I am also willing to loan out this book to whomever is interested. It is a fun read!! Great for lounging by the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heatherjustesen.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.heatherjustesen.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-134308048647975994?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/134308048647975994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=134308048647975994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/134308048647975994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/134308048647975994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/07/featured-on-someone-elses-blog.html' title='Featured on someone else&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-950992868228624716</id><published>2011-06-29T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T18:17:59.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eWpGWkBtkVw/Tgup-zVCgNI/AAAAAAAABGY/eEYirTD2E98/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eWpGWkBtkVw/Tgup-zVCgNI/AAAAAAAABGY/eEYirTD2E98/s320/006.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WARNING, this post will contain mostly pictures. ENJOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great weekend celebrating Holly and Scott's wedding. We are so happy for the two of them. It is just great to see two people so in love with each other. The weekend was long, and exhausting. We had so much to do in one day, that Emmah cried herself to sleep on the way home Friday. She was done, and when she gets done, you pack up and leave! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TpwUimepO8/TguqR9UTJyI/AAAAAAAABGc/5F0nM2p5p1k/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TpwUimepO8/TguqR9UTJyI/AAAAAAAABGc/5F0nM2p5p1k/s320/011.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This trellis, Holly saw, and her dad created. Some people and their talents amaze me. I wish I could just buy some lumber and snap my fingers and make this appear. It was interesting setting it up though. We made it work, but that thing is so heavy, I am thankful it didn't fall over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0lH_wEclK0/TguqmuOSvpI/AAAAAAAABGg/bxPc0b6X824/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0lH_wEclK0/TguqmuOSvpI/AAAAAAAABGg/bxPc0b6X824/s320/018.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken pre meltdown. She is so beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bOHyv9Pyk6A/Tguq4gKNX2I/AAAAAAAABGk/PL-GEhHYPBU/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bOHyv9Pyk6A/Tguq4gKNX2I/AAAAAAAABGk/PL-GEhHYPBU/s320/032.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday evening, Scott's family invited ALL of us over for a barbeque. The kids had a great time swinging, and the food was delicious. Thanks Scott for manning the grill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JWAQ0GA3JUU/TgurKTVzT7I/AAAAAAAABGo/rl8aHzFzodg/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JWAQ0GA3JUU/TgurKTVzT7I/AAAAAAAABGo/rl8aHzFzodg/s320/036.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D0RMoEx79Y/TgurZew4JjI/AAAAAAAABGs/mjJhW8W9ERE/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D0RMoEx79Y/TgurZew4JjI/AAAAAAAABGs/mjJhW8W9ERE/s320/043.JPG" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qr-7EnxPUQo/TguroDhMfCI/AAAAAAAABGw/yRQ5GH6XSnY/s1600/068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qr-7EnxPUQo/TguroDhMfCI/AAAAAAAABGw/yRQ5GH6XSnY/s320/068.JPG" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f67wfTIyvBk/Tgur74Bkn2I/AAAAAAAABG0/-PDhVcXmF2w/s1600/072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f67wfTIyvBk/Tgur74Bkn2I/AAAAAAAABG0/-PDhVcXmF2w/s320/072.JPG" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture. Call me vain, but whatever. This was the fourth and final dress I bought for the wedding. I love it because it was so comfy, super cute, matched the colors, on sale for ELEVEN dollars, and a size 14. That's right, I just told you what size I am wearing. Pretty good, considering my pre VEGAS shopping, I was buying size 18. YIKES! I love my super cute shoes, my hair looked, and stayed amazing. I felt so pretty on this day. I just had to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cpGptOfYqYg/TgusMdEXW_I/AAAAAAAABG4/H95gMuFzWlY/s1600/080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cpGptOfYqYg/TgusMdEXW_I/AAAAAAAABG4/H95gMuFzWlY/s320/080.JPG" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wj9ROsSRy7M/TgusdfoZS5I/AAAAAAAABG8/OCvTicPyZiM/s1600/081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wj9ROsSRy7M/TgusdfoZS5I/AAAAAAAABG8/OCvTicPyZiM/s320/081.JPG" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-moTblVKcu1A/TgusuV0ZIGI/AAAAAAAABHA/pdnE2WjcJpA/s1600/108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-moTblVKcu1A/TgusuV0ZIGI/AAAAAAAABHA/pdnE2WjcJpA/s320/108.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wI5vvrdPIGA/TgutBElXIyI/AAAAAAAABHE/ohmttOd1cx0/s1600/186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wI5vvrdPIGA/TgutBElXIyI/AAAAAAAABHE/ohmttOd1cx0/s320/186.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noelle and her family. Logan was tired, so he is being grumpy. Considering all the chaos, all the grandkids did really well all weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lEF5zClEPuA/TgutSN0-TmI/AAAAAAAABHI/Z4SZaKGgL_Y/s1600/151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lEF5zClEPuA/TgutSN0-TmI/AAAAAAAABHI/Z4SZaKGgL_Y/s320/151.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7AlxnBZKbw/TgutnJ7XSlI/AAAAAAAABHM/yaUgHmpzE8k/s1600/242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7AlxnBZKbw/TgutnJ7XSlI/AAAAAAAABHM/yaUgHmpzE8k/s320/242.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saying the I DOs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFW6oQxEtwQ/Tgut6n9KAII/AAAAAAAABHQ/V6-I7vqX7t0/s1600/142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFW6oQxEtwQ/Tgut6n9KAII/AAAAAAAABHQ/V6-I7vqX7t0/s320/142.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look, you can see my super cute shoe! Here are most of the neices and nephews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YLjGb5CrSd4/TguuMD54wAI/AAAAAAAABHU/DRQvg66GHiw/s1600/216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YLjGb5CrSd4/TguuMD54wAI/AAAAAAAABHU/DRQvg66GHiw/s320/216.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex and Emmah controlling the guest table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JbpXTWFyYZs/Tguuc4pZyQI/AAAAAAAABHY/TbqjkuVLTGo/s1600/369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JbpXTWFyYZs/Tguuc4pZyQI/AAAAAAAABHY/TbqjkuVLTGo/s320/369.JPG" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey look, more than one picture of me. Usually, I am behind the camera, but Nick decided to take charge! I love HIM by the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zhhQizr-YLE/TguutsqJKaI/AAAAAAAABHc/_aHdSy4chW4/s1600/380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zhhQizr-YLE/TguutsqJKaI/AAAAAAAABHc/_aHdSy4chW4/s320/380.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, her hair was fixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiEOIxP9pP0/Tguu8s5VYeI/AAAAAAAABHg/8rzPrPo-yss/s1600/359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiEOIxP9pP0/Tguu8s5VYeI/AAAAAAAABHg/8rzPrPo-yss/s320/359.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dasher tuning into his inner David Hasselhoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR1C9dN4MvI/TguvOUqLAHI/AAAAAAAABHk/sDdyWA-l8xU/s1600/329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR1C9dN4MvI/TguvOUqLAHI/AAAAAAAABHk/sDdyWA-l8xU/s320/329.JPG" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bosston and I dancing the night away. Have I mentioned that I love my outfit?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-950992868228624716?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/950992868228624716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=950992868228624716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/950992868228624716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/950992868228624716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/06/wedding-weekend.html' title='Wedding Weekend'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eWpGWkBtkVw/Tgup-zVCgNI/AAAAAAAABGY/eEYirTD2E98/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-4854703948412791516</id><published>2011-06-28T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:41:19.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my Favorite things</title><content type='html'>TODAY, I look outside and see grey clouds. Not a huge fan of grey skies, especially in June. So, I snapped two pictues this morning, of some of my favorite things around my house today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u-4POrimb3Q/Tgoet3OLvrI/AAAAAAAABGQ/zpsXGajHwV4/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u-4POrimb3Q/Tgoet3OLvrI/AAAAAAAABGQ/zpsXGajHwV4/s320/020.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;the color &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;! I love anything green. It is my favorite color. It was the color of my walls until recently. I needed a change, so now I accent with &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;. These lovely apples and pears are from Holly and Scott's wedding this past weekend. How awesome to decorate with real fruit. It made our tummies happy! More pictures of the wedding in a later post. I love &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;GREEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oft8EruEgFU/TgofHF8wM_I/AAAAAAAABGU/xwnGyndJtSI/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oft8EruEgFU/TgofHF8wM_I/AAAAAAAABGU/xwnGyndJtSI/s320/021.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pictures on my fridge of my most dear family and friends. Jessica and her husband, Chad last year as the wedded in VEGAS! Yep, the announcement is still up. Quincee in the middle so tiny and sweet. I miss her. Sanci and Brian Hall's family, with their new addition, Zane. Sanci has adorable children, Elizabeth and Zane. We go way back:) Further in the back, one of Dasher's soccer pics, my souveneir from Pawn Stars, and more on the front side of the fridge. I love the &lt;em&gt;CrAzY&lt;/em&gt; look of our fridge! Come take a look sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-4854703948412791516?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/4854703948412791516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=4854703948412791516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4854703948412791516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4854703948412791516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='Some of my Favorite things'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u-4POrimb3Q/Tgoet3OLvrI/AAAAAAAABGQ/zpsXGajHwV4/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-4976022894212931847</id><published>2011-06-24T21:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T21:39:43.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Dork</title><content type='html'>I can be sometime! I have been so good at taking pictures everywhere I go, but what happens today? I have the camera, but no memory card. How lame is that? So, instead of set up pictures, or Emmah and Lucy's first trip to the nail salon pics, I have nothing but sweet memories of me chasing down a two year old as she tries to paint her own toe nails! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;What a day. We got the church all set up with minimal tears, and only hearing Grandpa Durant say the "d" word about 15 times!!! The church looks great. How fun it was to create such an amazing scene for Scott and Holly?! I had fun doing all the decor with Nick's sisters. I am lucky to have great women to call sisters. I fit right in. A little too much sometimes!!!!! I promise to take pictures tomorrow. HELLO, I have a super cute dress, and my family will be the best dressed, minus the bride and groom! Did you expect anything else from me? For now, I am exhausted. I am going to put my jammie jams on and crawl into bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-4976022894212931847?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/4976022894212931847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=4976022894212931847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4976022894212931847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4976022894212931847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-dork.html' title='What a Dork'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-2746313329106825504</id><published>2011-06-23T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T14:27:59.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Rig CONT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;some more pictures taken yesterday.They are a little small, but the day was filled with BIG fun!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-me4dy66Jb94/TgOu_GnmJQI/AAAAAAAABFc/u-t0hoOPeUU/s1600/2011-06-221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-me4dy66Jb94/TgOu_GnmJQI/AAAAAAAABFc/u-t0hoOPeUU/s400/2011-06-221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&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/3299742550736808423-2746313329106825504?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/2746313329106825504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=2746313329106825504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/2746313329106825504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/2746313329106825504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/06/big-rig-cont.html' title='Big Rig CONT.'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-me4dy66Jb94/TgOu_GnmJQI/AAAAAAAABFc/u-t0hoOPeUU/s72-c/2011-06-221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-2433619313531003598</id><published>2011-06-23T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T14:27:10.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG RIG ZOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aO7Ts6EuS3E/TgOtAy0_yqI/AAAAAAAABFU/TAJRZoDO0t0/s1600/2011-06-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aO7Ts6EuS3E/TgOtAy0_yqI/AAAAAAAABFU/TAJRZoDO0t0/s400/2011-06-22.jpg" style="clear: both; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;Have I mentioned before how cool the local library is? I know some might think it is lame, but when you have four children, and a budget, finding things that will entertain all can be hard. Yesterday, our library had some BIG RIGS stop by for the kids to explore. I remember doing this sort of thing when I was younger, except being on a Marine Corps Base, we got to climb around on TANKS, and HUMMERS, and big TRACTORS. The Durant children will have to settle for firetrucks, ambulances, street sweepers, and the local city bus! They had fun. It was a nice morning to play. The kids did great, taking turns and posing for the camera. They received a fire hat, and a hard hat along with a free book. See, I told you the library is an awesome place.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-2433619313531003598?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/2433619313531003598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=2433619313531003598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/2433619313531003598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/2433619313531003598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/06/big-rig-zoo.html' title='BIG RIG ZOO'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aO7Ts6EuS3E/TgOtAy0_yqI/AAAAAAAABFU/TAJRZoDO0t0/s72-c/2011-06-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-8618457730099868561</id><published>2011-06-22T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:53:32.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The NEXT step</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZbcRbR0smU/TgIqYts8OAI/AAAAAAAABE0/O3Dalw1caTM/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZbcRbR0smU/TgIqYts8OAI/AAAAAAAABE0/O3Dalw1caTM/s320/021.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the assembly of the journals, use your artisitc skills and supplies to make the journal YOURS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6go_vTx9ePM/TgIqll3YGpI/AAAAAAAABE4/airHFc7kBJ0/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6go_vTx9ePM/TgIqll3YGpI/AAAAAAAABE4/airHFc7kBJ0/s320/022.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmah chose lots of stickers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AynaBBUXOkE/TgIqyPH3j7I/AAAAAAAABE8/f6_VIpV4ObM/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AynaBBUXOkE/TgIqyPH3j7I/AAAAAAAABE8/f6_VIpV4ObM/s320/023.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucy scribbled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8x7h2CrJbnk/TgIq-hEoeTI/AAAAAAAABFA/S5gnD4DWhlo/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8x7h2CrJbnk/TgIq-hEoeTI/AAAAAAAABFA/S5gnD4DWhlo/s320/026.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmah's finished product. You can tell by her face that she was excited for this project!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fq5T6x9YCW8/TgIrLDSLNWI/AAAAAAAABFE/zrgstreFvJU/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fq5T6x9YCW8/TgIrLDSLNWI/AAAAAAAABFE/zrgstreFvJU/s320/027.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, you get the picture!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK6YXylFMLA/TgIrYLciRyI/AAAAAAAABFI/ETomvSaI13Y/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK6YXylFMLA/TgIrYLciRyI/AAAAAAAABFI/ETomvSaI13Y/s320/028.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who is behing that work of art? Bosston.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kDexbPDRliE/TgIrkFCxgvI/AAAAAAAABFM/-83Y1byowEA/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kDexbPDRliE/TgIrkFCxgvI/AAAAAAAABFM/-83Y1byowEA/s320/029.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Surprisingly, his turned out great. He huffed and puffed throughout, but he did a GREAT JOB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-8618457730099868561?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/8618457730099868561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=8618457730099868561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/8618457730099868561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/8618457730099868561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/06/next-step.html' title='The NEXT step'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZbcRbR0smU/TgIqYts8OAI/AAAAAAAABE0/O3Dalw1caTM/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-1588816720781042988</id><published>2011-06-21T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:12:57.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer time journaling</title><content type='html'>President Spencer W. Kimball instructed us to keep a journal. I am not the best person at journaling, but now that have these amazing blogs, this has become our family journal. One of our "to do's" was to journal this summer. Today we made our journals. It is so simple. You can create it however you choose. This is what we chose!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A4vBiAu9QA0/TgDSa5HmpNI/AAAAAAAABD0/0yLviOKcV6c/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A4vBiAu9QA0/TgDSa5HmpNI/AAAAAAAABD0/0yLviOKcV6c/s400/016.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;first you get your supplies at the dollar store. "kid" markers! ( I buy the good ones for other projects) stickers, and doodle pad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dnwfVmVbFc/TgDSbaxwv4I/AAAAAAAABD8/QkhwJyzLjOA/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dnwfVmVbFc/TgDSbaxwv4I/AAAAAAAABD8/QkhwJyzLjOA/s400/015.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then you take a picture of your darling children with their stickers! Say "cheese"&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxdSHZmNSsU/TgDScMYu_zI/AAAAAAAABEE/MICyH0VySAM/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxdSHZmNSsU/TgDScMYu_zI/AAAAAAAABEE/MICyH0VySAM/s400/020.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the next steps are backwards. Sorry about that. just think of this silly tutorial as being seen "re-wound". The finalstep is to staple your journal together.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4QziaogIG0M/TgDScemCDjI/AAAAAAAABEM/wEdW-biBBIE/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4QziaogIG0M/TgDScemCDjI/AAAAAAAABEM/wEdW-biBBIE/s400/019.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but before you staple you must add your lined paper. For the smaller two, I added doodle paper instead.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro1fUAv0aUo/TgDSdT1JeVI/AAAAAAAABEU/c_RUZuP_UV0/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro1fUAv0aUo/TgDSdT1JeVI/AAAAAAAABEU/c_RUZuP_UV0/s400/018.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "18x22" piece of paper is first folded in half, booklet style.&lt;br /&gt;Any color of your choosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that you have seen the product, scroll up and see the steps!!!! Some day I will tech savvy and be able to figure out little glitches like this. Until then, feel free to chuckle as you make your own summer time journals. As far as the content. Emmah was excited. She is very aritistic and loves to write. She quickly drew a picture of her and her friends swimming and wrote a story about it. Bosston "drew" a picture. And Lucy scribbled all over her &lt;strike&gt;paper&lt;/strike&gt; arms!!!! Dasher complained. He complained until I told him he only needed to write one sentence. That's it. He smiled and obliged. Call me crazy. But this summer is not about video games or tv. This summer is about doing things. New things. Silly things. And things that will help us become better people. Don't forget to follow our craziness all summer long. Just click FOLLOW! and you have a front row seat. I also hope you take some of our ideas from our to do list and try them out. Happy Summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-1588816720781042988?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/1588816720781042988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=1588816720781042988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1588816720781042988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1588816720781042988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-time-journaling.html' title='Summer time journaling'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A4vBiAu9QA0/TgDSa5HmpNI/AAAAAAAABD0/0yLviOKcV6c/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-4419120419976951636</id><published>2011-06-20T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T17:40:50.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip around the World</title><content type='html'>Each summer, the library hosts the summer reading program. My kids love it. I love it too, because that guarantees at least 30 minutes of quiet time each day. This year the theme is &lt;em&gt;One World, Many Stories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we signed up and got our first load of books. I am excited that Emmah is testing her reading and moving into real chapter books! She loves to read and improves with each book. Bosston, for some reason chose Star Wars chapter books, whatever. Lucy got one. Dasher got fact books on different things. It was a very peaceful trip to the library. Usually, it is filled with chaos that we are in and out, but this morning, (right at opening) the kids browsed, and chose with little noise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MiXrEg1t1rk/Tf_lxqi9zgI/AAAAAAAABDI/SIxGzKWS204/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MiXrEg1t1rk/Tf_lxqi9zgI/AAAAAAAABDI/SIxGzKWS204/s320/001.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lucy&lt;strike&gt; browsing &lt;/strike&gt;or should we say, "unshelving" the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EEfcT56I2Lw/Tf_l9sxyFwI/AAAAAAAABDM/hgmOxV4Y01s/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EEfcT56I2Lw/Tf_l9sxyFwI/AAAAAAAABDM/hgmOxV4Y01s/s320/002.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bosston playing with magnet letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbPK0JsNs3I/Tf_mLP-uf5I/AAAAAAAABDQ/Yx8BiVTHNyY/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbPK0JsNs3I/Tf_mLP-uf5I/AAAAAAAABDQ/Yx8BiVTHNyY/s320/003.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dasher flipping through a comic book, trying to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9dXuDCGGgQ/Tf_mX0r_BDI/AAAAAAAABDU/p9QIH_4qUaU/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9dXuDCGGgQ/Tf_mX0r_BDI/AAAAAAAABDU/p9QIH_4qUaU/s320/006.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emmah all studious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-afkE8rBS370/Tf_mkiLS1KI/AAAAAAAABDY/KsRKpxg2RRQ/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-afkE8rBS370/Tf_mkiLS1KI/AAAAAAAABDY/KsRKpxg2RRQ/s320/007.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bosston "reading"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q023J4hVrE4/Tf_myFJfyaI/AAAAAAAABDc/EGRhi7kBsBE/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q023J4hVrE4/Tf_myFJfyaI/AAAAAAAABDc/EGRhi7kBsBE/s320/009.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Again, Dasher trying to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uITI4fTB-2U/Tf_m-GzloDI/AAAAAAAABDg/_xPkKzZEo9U/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uITI4fTB-2U/Tf_m-GzloDI/AAAAAAAABDg/_xPkKzZEo9U/s320/010.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;all present and accounted for as we leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLTcLPRuMyg/Tf_nKCxK8xI/AAAAAAAABDk/-2Kfnt-Baxg/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLTcLPRuMyg/Tf_nKCxK8xI/AAAAAAAABDk/-2Kfnt-Baxg/s320/024.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Their "goodie" bags: passports, stickers, bookmark, tatto, and rules for reading!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yT_2Xym4rz4/Tf_nV9VoFhI/AAAAAAAABDo/m-YE87ACOYY/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yT_2Xym4rz4/Tf_nV9VoFhI/AAAAAAAABDo/m-YE87ACOYY/s320/025.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The reading program really is a good thing. They get rewards for reading every 15 min, and it keeps their minds occupied on something else besides tv, or hunger. I really enjoy this. To top it off, at the end, they get a free BLAZER ticket, and you all know how much our family loves the PORTLAND TRAILBLAZERS!!!! I even checked out some new books, but I have two books in the works that are just coming off the first run of publishing. I will keep you updated on those as well.!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-4419120419976951636?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/4419120419976951636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=4419120419976951636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4419120419976951636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4419120419976951636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/06/trip-around-world.html' title='A trip around the World'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MiXrEg1t1rk/Tf_lxqi9zgI/AAAAAAAABDI/SIxGzKWS204/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-3296127371066571913</id><published>2011-06-18T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T08:04:36.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just keep Swimming!</title><content type='html'>Remember when I told you I got a job at a fitness center? Well, one of the perks is their swimming pool. We get to use that also for FREE!!!! Friday morning, I got called into work (been happening a lot) and so to make it fun, I had Nick bring the kids up and we went swimming when my 2.5 hour shift was over. I know, hard work right? We had the pool to ourselves, and the kids had a great time. Lucy just likes to put her feet in, which is fine, because Nick and I soaked up some sun while snapping pics. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was pleased to find that the water was semi heated!! We only swam for awhile (big day yesterday) but with it being so close and FREE, the kids know we will be there A LOT this summer! 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I am getting better at documenting our fun times, and if you FOLLOW our blog, you won't miss any of it!!! Come on, you know you want to:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-3296127371066571913?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/3296127371066571913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=3296127371066571913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3296127371066571913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3296127371066571913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-keep-swimming.html' title='Just keep Swimming!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-78uGFXGuO2A/Tfy7ObLD_II/AAAAAAAABCM/gv0kkcyOzi0/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-8860914477153881474</id><published>2011-06-18T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T07:46:25.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft Thursdays</title><content type='html'>One of the things on our summer list is to do crafts. Thanks to Meg Duerksen and her blog, Whatever, we are all geared up for a crafting summer. This week, we headed to grandma's house, and made stained glass paintings. It is super easy and fun for all ages. Lucy loved painting with the big kids. &lt;br /&gt;All you do is take a piece of sketching paper, a paper cup, sharpie and water colors. You trace the cup all over the paper overlapping the circles. Then you use the paints to color each marked section. It is really neat when they are dried. I will have to post a pic of that later. Here are the "during" pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m62XkbGmJNc/Tfy5ZU_gE8I/AAAAAAAABB8/ddJOXIzJgxc/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m62XkbGmJNc/Tfy5ZU_gE8I/AAAAAAAABB8/ddJOXIzJgxc/s320/010.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BxDB96Vda-k/Tfy5qv0dHyI/AAAAAAAABCA/BeiT4iMEvEM/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BxDB96Vda-k/Tfy5qv0dHyI/AAAAAAAABCA/BeiT4iMEvEM/s320/011.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lni-XJNkEmY/Tfy54HU9TxI/AAAAAAAABCE/7IwcMxT2cDw/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lni-XJNkEmY/Tfy54HU9TxI/AAAAAAAABCE/7IwcMxT2cDw/s320/012.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EKd6elTjQx8/Tfy6FjBO12I/AAAAAAAABCI/VYwJnGtW5VU/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EKd6elTjQx8/Tfy6FjBO12I/AAAAAAAABCI/VYwJnGtW5VU/s320/017.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Crafting! Don't forget to follow our blog. That way you won't miss any of our summertime fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-8860914477153881474?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/8860914477153881474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=8860914477153881474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/8860914477153881474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/8860914477153881474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/06/craft-thursdays.html' title='Craft Thursdays'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m62XkbGmJNc/Tfy5ZU_gE8I/AAAAAAAABB8/ddJOXIzJgxc/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-7782289006974007040</id><published>2011-06-16T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T06:52:31.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it has officially started</title><content type='html'>Yay for no more school. Last night the kids made a music video. I filmed it on the FLIP. I uploaded the video and let's try and get it to the blog. They decided on the Mamma Mia soundtrack. Their fav: Dancing Queen. It was funny to watch Lucy. She turned into quite the diva towards the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MPj8ioWUvH0/TfoKUw2rZ0I/AAAAAAAABB4/XhUZhXdSEDw/s1600/NB1014802152_204426234_244566_640_480_SD3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MPj8ioWUvH0/TfoKUw2rZ0I/AAAAAAAABB4/XhUZhXdSEDw/s400/NB1014802152_204426234_244566_640_480_SD3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;okay, this seems to be just the picture. Let me try something else..... I am going to save here, and post. Hopefully we will get the video up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-7782289006974007040?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/7782289006974007040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=7782289006974007040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7782289006974007040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7782289006974007040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-has-officially-started.html' title='it has officially started'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MPj8ioWUvH0/TfoKUw2rZ0I/AAAAAAAABB4/XhUZhXdSEDw/s72-c/NB1014802152_204426234_244566_640_480_SD3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-6946444133989014162</id><published>2011-06-14T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T07:50:45.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've been INVADED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lq8sboy1tPY/TfdzGXJu7TI/AAAAAAAABAw/85uhs3MKAlg/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lq8sboy1tPY/TfdzGXJu7TI/AAAAAAAABAw/85uhs3MKAlg/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wH_TorZe8E/TfdzG8Tw3zI/AAAAAAAABA4/q5pdP1VcI7U/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wH_TorZe8E/TfdzG8Tw3zI/AAAAAAAABA4/q5pdP1VcI7U/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DunJIAF-TA8/TfdzHGol7ZI/AAAAAAAABBA/7jWAtde-zYo/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DunJIAF-TA8/TfdzHGol7ZI/AAAAAAAABBA/7jWAtde-zYo/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PPu_C7o5ju4/TfdzHbYqvoI/AAAAAAAABBI/zb_F0b4q1fg/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PPu_C7o5ju4/TfdzHbYqvoI/AAAAAAAABBI/zb_F0b4q1fg/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;t&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VNWYPCxbGgU/TfdzH6aPyLI/AAAAAAAABBQ/LQ0Enro8fvw/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VNWYPCxbGgU/TfdzH6aPyLI/AAAAAAAABBQ/LQ0Enro8fvw/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Attack of the mini figurines! We started this collection about seven years ago. Nick and I were excited when they had a mini Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker.  The collection slowly started growing; adding new stories: transformers, marvel comics, and even disney! We have a few duplicates, and Dasher claims his favorites are the troopers. He has outgrown these, and now it is Bosston's turn. They load up in a bucket and the bucket is dumped on countless times throughout the day. Our window is the perfect place to play and seriously, they play for hours here. I counted. We have, including all the collections, 132. Crazy. Crazy thing is that they are sold in packs of two, for an average of $7.50 a pack. You do the math. Some were gifts, but not many. Oh well, they have been worth the investment, and these will be a toy that we won't donate!  Our house is the hot spot because of these little guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fVQI3mBTOcg/Tfd1Nd0173I/AAAAAAAABBY/G4zOIkYn8cE/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fVQI3mBTOcg/Tfd1Nd0173I/AAAAAAAABBY/G4zOIkYn8cE/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ybqgn7PP48/Tfd1NrhTvRI/AAAAAAAABBg/JIl9DnFNQ1Y/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ybqgn7PP48/Tfd1NrhTvRI/AAAAAAAABBg/JIl9DnFNQ1Y/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8joWSQpUso/Tfd1N_eoxJI/AAAAAAAABBo/ShfDF_coP70/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8joWSQpUso/Tfd1N_eoxJI/AAAAAAAABBo/ShfDF_coP70/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iCypzuN2s3Y/Tfd1OcS9JDI/AAAAAAAABBw/bLq_luixhHQ/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iCypzuN2s3Y/Tfd1OcS9JDI/AAAAAAAABBw/bLq_luixhHQ/s400/001.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/3299742550736808423-6946444133989014162?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/6946444133989014162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=6946444133989014162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/6946444133989014162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/6946444133989014162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/06/weve-been-invaded.html' title='We&apos;ve been INVADED'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lq8sboy1tPY/TfdzGXJu7TI/AAAAAAAABAw/85uhs3MKAlg/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-7583088258722747425</id><published>2011-06-13T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T11:36:16.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bucket List</title><content type='html'>I do hope all of you have a bucket list. You know a list of things you WANT to do and MUST do before the end of time?! Well, this year, I am checking stuff off! One thing on my "list" was to ride a horse. Silly to some, but not to me. So, this weekend, while away, I did just that. I rode a horse. For an hour. On the sand. At the beach. It was fun. It was scary. It was beautiful. It was nerve racking. It was long. It was worth it! Yay, for checking things off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qTkJAoYUbY/TfZYlNPrmrI/AAAAAAAABAY/Jd3cS9-dfY0/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qTkJAoYUbY/TfZYlNPrmrI/AAAAAAAABAY/Jd3cS9-dfY0/s400/051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-LKYd69API/TfZYlsCFkeI/AAAAAAAABAg/1MqgOahiTf8/s1600/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-LKYd69API/TfZYlsCFkeI/AAAAAAAABAg/1MqgOahiTf8/s400/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6mf3UyJtlQ/TfZYl4FJwZI/AAAAAAAABAo/B7UcPiEFvEo/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6mf3UyJtlQ/TfZYl4FJwZI/AAAAAAAABAo/B7UcPiEFvEo/s400/049.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/3299742550736808423-7583088258722747425?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/7583088258722747425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=7583088258722747425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7583088258722747425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7583088258722747425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-bucket-list.html' title='My Bucket List'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qTkJAoYUbY/TfZYlNPrmrI/AAAAAAAABAY/Jd3cS9-dfY0/s72-c/051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-2459564940650434004</id><published>2011-06-09T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:58:13.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a sneak peak of what's to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IPX8zlIX-_w/TfEkjVUHc2I/AAAAAAAABAI/ws2KJC7yDYg/s1600/IMG_4869FB%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IPX8zlIX-_w/TfEkjVUHc2I/AAAAAAAABAI/ws2KJC7yDYg/s400/IMG_4869FB%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="www.carmanphoto.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, we had our family pictures done. By a professional! It was so much fun, and I recommend hiring a photographer, especially, Lorna Carman, from Carman Photography. It is so nice to do a location shoot, let the kids be themselves, and avoid annoying studios and untrained picture takers. Here is one of the shots she took. You can check out more on her website! Go on, click over: www.carmanphoto.com or on facebook, search: carmanphotography. While you're there hit the LIKE button! She's awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-2459564940650434004?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/2459564940650434004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=2459564940650434004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/2459564940650434004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/2459564940650434004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/06/sneak-peak-of-whats-to-come.html' title='a sneak peak of what&apos;s to come'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IPX8zlIX-_w/TfEkjVUHc2I/AAAAAAAABAI/ws2KJC7yDYg/s72-c/IMG_4869FB%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-3659667050851117750</id><published>2011-06-08T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T14:53:42.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think...</title><content type='html'>So, most of you know that I blog for Latter Day Woman magazine. It is fun. I have free reign to blog about whatever, and that is cool. But today, I am having an issue. The new summer edition came out, you can check it out at www.latterdaywoman.com! The cover bugs me. The gal is cute. I understand that with a yoga mat under her arm, she is probably doing some sort of workout, but she is dressed immodestly. I know call me a prude. Go ahead, say it. I think that right now as I rant about it. But it scares me. Why is she wearing that? Why can't she just be sporting a cute t-shirt. I sweat at the gym in a t-shirt. We are covenated women. We made promises. I know not all of the readers are at the point in their life, but we should be encouraging them to dress, act, and speak modestly at all times. Not justifying it by going to yoga class. I know the whole "sports" of garment wearing is up to your own judgement, but not here. Not on a magazine that is out there promoting righteous women. Oh, it pains me. AAHHAHAHAHHA call me crazy, call me prudish, call me over reacting, but I just had to get it out there. And I'm done. Don't leave though. Please continue to read, and follow as the summer begins. This is my rant. I am done. Really, I am done!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-3659667050851117750?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/3659667050851117750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=3659667050851117750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3659667050851117750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3659667050851117750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-think.html' title='I think...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-8998656803995424880</id><published>2011-06-07T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T19:10:51.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what do YOU do in the Summertime?</title><content type='html'>Oh, what do you do in the summer time, when all the world is green? This year, our summer is going to be fantastic. Tonight we made a list of all the things we want to do this summer! Enjoy, and feel free to steal some of our ideas; they are in no means original!&lt;br /&gt;*park day *red rover *pool *zoo *library *UNO *picnic *chalk mural *ride bikes *hike *play toys *camping *s'mores *fishing *Lake Sacajawea *yard sale *lemonade stand/ bake sale *craft day *IKEA *movies *paint *plant flowers *play-dates *make ice cream *try new foods * journals *read the Book of Mormon *pass off Articles of Faith *free lunch *ride max line *walk downtown Portland *play in fountains *ride carousel at Jantzen Beach *photo contest *summer collages *go to Saturday Market *cousin sleepover *take lunch to dad *tell ghost stories *pick berries *make pickles *dinner for breakfast *breakfast for dinner *car wash *oaks park *service project *bbq with friends *jumping contest *beach day *story writing *make play doh *visit VooDoo donuts *sno-cones *water balloon fight *treat Tuesdays *take pictures *make 2011 Summer the best one ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-8998656803995424880?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/8998656803995424880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=8998656803995424880' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/8998656803995424880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/8998656803995424880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-what-do-you-do-in-summertime.html' title='Oh what do YOU do in the Summertime?'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-2282396060509391589</id><published>2011-06-07T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T07:54:54.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oopps this picture didn't make it down below</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVhRLbrXe3Y/Te45TCoQtKI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ZDgCG9SLuLc/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVhRLbrXe3Y/Te45TCoQtKI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ZDgCG9SLuLc/s400/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This year instead of opening a present from Mom and Dad, we started a new tradition: Birthday Dates. Bosston and dad went to Chuck E. Cheese, Home Town Buffet, and Toys R. Us! The idea of this is to spend alone time with one of us. We get so wrapped up in the hustle and bustle, we forget who are children are becoming as individuals. The boys had a great time. Bosston picked out his present, Bey Blades, and came home and played some more. Nick enjoyed the time too! He is so busy with work, and always going the second mile (something not everyone at his work does) that he needed some down time. Even if that consisted of a loud arcade with a four year old!&lt;br /&gt; The next day Emmah and I had our date. She has been talking about this day since it was decided back in January what we were doing for birthdays! My parents sent her money, and so we also gave her money so she could shop til she dropped. That is literally what we did. The drive to the mall was filled with the MAMA MIA soundtrack that we joyfully sang along too, and she had a mission once we arrived. First stop, Claires. All together this little lady had $63 dollars of birthday money to spend. Here's what she budgeted for. Glasses, and wallet (Claires) headband, (hanna andersson) pink gladiator sandals (crazy 8) white sandals, (payless) new dress and shirt (target) new notebook and pens (walmart) I am so proud. I did not need to add to the pot, she was able to purchase all of these with her very own money. Way to go shopper! We had lunch at Cheesecake Factory, and then headed home. It was an awesome day, and I will leave this post with a quote from Emmah, "this is the best day ever!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-7396106914671963225?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/7396106914671963225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=7396106914671963225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7396106914671963225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7396106914671963225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/06/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday Wishes'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVhRLbrXe3Y/Te45TCoQtKI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ZDgCG9SLuLc/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-4904599786585968520</id><published>2011-06-07T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T07:42:54.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose to Become</title><content type='html'>I know this post is months late, but better late than never. A few months ago, I had the chance to attend Time Out For Women. For my readers unfamiliar with that term, it is a women's conference put on by Deseret Book. They have a panel of speakers who are asked to inspire, uplift, and touch. I was extremely touched when I was invited to attend with four of my dearest friends: Candy Weitzel, Toshia Stott, Kate Thomas, and Julie Bradfield. We decided to make it a weekend, and Kate was able to score an amazing hotel at a great price. The money was well spent! We laughed, chatted, all the way up there. Got stuck in a few traffic jams, ate at Red Robin, and then had the valet park our car! Thanks again Candy for driving. The hotel was nice. Awesome beds, spacious robes:) and even the sink was a sight to see! We quickly dropped off our luggage, and headed down the street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oNZ4LM9MkUs/Te40_uXVOFI/AAAAAAAAA-o/A5dfj2X7MJc/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oNZ4LM9MkUs/Te40_uXVOFI/AAAAAAAAA-o/A5dfj2X7MJc/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hrI0JNLx9PI/Te41ADWCkpI/AAAAAAAAA-w/9EwQv8Y1P3U/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hrI0JNLx9PI/Te41ADWCkpI/AAAAAAAAA-w/9EwQv8Y1P3U/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t5TXqWEUdNo/Te41Aiup8eI/AAAAAAAAA-4/FBSbQsaF2pc/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t5TXqWEUdNo/Te41Aiup8eI/AAAAAAAAA-4/FBSbQsaF2pc/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VbM4a-jME0I/Te41BUwRLtI/AAAAAAAAA_A/8Wb91M0rPX0/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VbM4a-jME0I/Te41BUwRLtI/AAAAAAAAA_A/8Wb91M0rPX0/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INXHAqnmRyw/Te41Bnb1MRI/AAAAAAAAA_I/m9K5N2V9XP4/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INXHAqnmRyw/Te41Bnb1MRI/AAAAAAAAA_I/m9K5N2V9XP4/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are just some of the pictures I took of the room. It was really nice!&lt;br /&gt;Once we got to the auditorium, we had to try and find seats. It was pretty full and since it was a theater, the seating at some parts was limited, and we then realized we all couldn't sit together. Oh well, dinner was yummy, so being late wasn't that big of a deal. We found seats, took them, and listened to John Bytheway. Here are a few things I will share: "&lt;i&gt;Instead of TO DO lists, make a TO BE list"&lt;/i&gt; "&lt;i&gt;No good thought &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;is ever lost; every clean thought becomes you." &lt;/i&gt;*Boyd K. Packer and my favorite thought from him, &lt;i&gt;"Come up to Higher Ground."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others spoke on Choosing to Become. We have the power and ability to become whatever we want. We are daughters of a King. To feel and hear that being said, was truly uplifting. My favorite speaker was on Saturday. S. Michael Wilcox spoke to me! He spoke on kindness to others. He taught about learning, teaching, and knowledge. How righteous knowledge leads to greater knowledge, and how we are all entitled to know everything there is to know. To never stop learning and growing. He spoke of the perfect circle. To plant one foot, use your other for searching (a compass) Reach out to help those around you, never compare, and ALWAYS learn from those around you. His concluding thought was this: "Let is suffice thee. Reach for th honey. Climb the stairway. Become all that you can be!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9dbtfY4y0E/Te44a0hmX0I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/b01XjgTYA2Y/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9dbtfY4y0E/Te44a0hmX0I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/b01XjgTYA2Y/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IXvGeqUkXvA/Te44bLzZmiI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/VJRNM0IuqlM/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IXvGeqUkXvA/Te44bLzZmiI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/VJRNM0IuqlM/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sXSoMzC3Xw4/Te44bvSzzFI/AAAAAAAAA_g/zijFcqjVMIE/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sXSoMzC3Xw4/Te44bvSzzFI/AAAAAAAAA_g/zijFcqjVMIE/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Overall the weekend was a success. I can't wait to do it again. Thanks ladies, and big thanks to my Mr. Nick, you did a great job! I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-4904599786585968520?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/4904599786585968520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=4904599786585968520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4904599786585968520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4904599786585968520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/06/choose-to-become.html' title='Choose to Become'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oNZ4LM9MkUs/Te40_uXVOFI/AAAAAAAAA-o/A5dfj2X7MJc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-586326133098928261</id><published>2011-05-23T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T06:51:14.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wil'/><title type='text'>Birthday Week</title><content type='html'>This week is such a special one, it's birthday time for two! We'd really like to celebrate this happy week with you! So, Zippity Ay, and Mom's the word, there's something we must do, We'll sing my favorite song, all week long, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY WOMAN, and B-O-S-S-T-O-N!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week will be a glorious week. Emmah turns the magical number of 7, and Bosston turns 4. A little part of me cringes to think that with my children getting older, they are that much closer to independence, and adulthood. First, comes the teenage years, but I will put that off as long as possible. May 25, 2004, our dear sweet Emmah was born. She, or should I say he (silly ultrasound) was perfect. She weighed 8# 1 oz, and was 19 in. A little butterball. Being our fattest baby, she is now just a bean pole. What an amazing person she is. Always willing to help out with whatever, and excels in all she puts her mind too. Of course, she's mine, so there is the occasionl reoccuring drama, but I have reaped what I sewed! I love her. She is beautiful, smart, passionate about her feelings, artistic, a good friend, and a wonderful daughter. I love you Emmah Louise. aka Lou Lou, Emmah Lou, and my favorite, but you must be her mom or dad, WOMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVxpynQvdE4/Tdpk0pmT_qI/AAAAAAAAA-U/6yLHjqKuohU/s1600/fun%2B005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVxpynQvdE4/Tdpk0pmT_qI/AAAAAAAAA-U/6yLHjqKuohU/s400/fun%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then, three years later (to the day) Bosston Nicholas Durant joined our family. Three of my four kids weighed the same 7# 4oz, and Bosston is one of the three. Of course, having already read the above part for Emmah, you probably already figured that out. He looked like a little old man when he was born, with a receding hair line and everything. He was wrinkled, but oh so sweet. I was wanting a baby so badly, and he filled that spot greatly. We all loved him from the very beginning, and that continues still today. His sense of humor, and desire to be the spotlight, constantly keeps us on our toes. We never know where the scary story will take us, or what will come out of his mouth. He is smart, funny, and just the most darn cute kid you will ever meet. Bosston Nicholas Durant aka BOB is one heck of a kid and we love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHrwjnjeOK0/TdpmKgbZE_I/AAAAAAAAA-c/dNqfeXNt388/s1600/fun%2B003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="368" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHrwjnjeOK0/TdpmKgbZE_I/AAAAAAAAA-c/dNqfeXNt388/s400/fun%2B003.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/3299742550736808423-586326133098928261?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/586326133098928261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=586326133098928261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/586326133098928261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/586326133098928261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/05/birthday-week.html' title='Birthday Week'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVxpynQvdE4/Tdpk0pmT_qI/AAAAAAAAA-U/6yLHjqKuohU/s72-c/fun%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-6875159507631550182</id><published>2011-04-19T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T16:33:54.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmah's Primary Talk</title><content type='html'>The Giving Tree&lt;br /&gt; This book is about a tree and she loves a little boy. They play together, he swings on her branches, eats her apples and sits in her shade. The boy climbs up her trunk and plays hide and go seek. They are best friends. But the boy grows up and moves away. The tree is sad. Then one day, he comes home and the tree is happy. She is so happy that she gives the boy everything: leaves and branches for a home, and her trunk for a boat. The tree gave her life for the boy and they were both happy. &lt;br /&gt; Jesus Christ died for me. He prayed for my sins, gave me life and because of Him, I can have eternal life. Jesus Christ is my Savior and that makes me happy. I will live my life to make him happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmah's primary talk that she gave on Sunday. She wrote this herself... something to think about this Easter Season... Happy Reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-6875159507631550182?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/6875159507631550182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=6875159507631550182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/6875159507631550182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/6875159507631550182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/04/emmahs-primary-talk.html' title='Emmah&apos;s Primary Talk'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-1412568486833804074</id><published>2011-04-04T09:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T09:01:48.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March is Over?</title><content type='html'>What the french toast? How did a month slip by and my reading did as well? It is sad to say, that March was so busy, I hardly had the chance to pick up a book. I tried to read on the plane, but found that that made me sick. And of course, Vegas was so much fun, I left my nook neatly packed away. Then, once we got home, loved on our children, painted the inside of the house, assembled new bunk beds, greeted my parents, entertained my family, played over spring break, shared a momentous occassion with Aubrey's family, slacked on my gym,  and sent everyone back to school, April came upon us! So here we are, April 4th. The Monday after a fabulous General Conference, I come to you, my readers, inspired to share a book. I am a little embarrassed that this was not the first book I blogged about, nonetheless, I want YOU to read. The Book of Mormon. If you need a copy, let me know, and I will mail you a copy. Now, this book is scripture. True stories of prophets of old who battled, loved, lived, and died. We will meet many people, share their stories, and when we get to 3 Nephi, my favorite, we will meet Jesus Christ. We will learn about how Joseph Smith came to translate the plates of brass, and restore the gospel on the Earth. The Book of Mormon is only 531 pages. That is way shorter than any Dan Brown novel right? I will post this blog, YOU will read this blog, and if you have any questions or comments, you will leave them for me to read and answer. My hubby, will help us answer any of these. Each Friday, I will blog again on this book for you. You can read it quickly, but if YOU really WANT to read it and know of it's truth, you will pray and study the words. Don't worry, I will be doing the same thing. I want to share this journey with you. If you have never read it, read it once, or a billion times, read it again with me. Doesn't this sound like fun? Tell me your favorite part, verse, story and person. Happy Reading, and again, I have some copies I will send to you if you need one!!&lt;br /&gt;Let's get started... Moroni 10:3-5 read that part first, then rewind to the beginning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-1412568486833804074?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/1412568486833804074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=1412568486833804074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1412568486833804074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1412568486833804074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/04/march-is-over.html' title='March is Over?'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-7707594223616182975</id><published>2011-03-17T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T11:48:36.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>a few of the many we took. next post down has a description of our trip! enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Ten years ago, we had no money so we just spent a few weeks on the coast. It was awesome, don't get me wrong, but since we made it through TEN years, a bigger place was calling our name. We chose LAS VEGAS. We got some flack from people, but in the end, it was our choice to go, and we had a great time. I do think the sites and lights are something you should see in person. It is beautiful. The weather was perfect (sunny and high 70's) LOVED THAT!&lt;br /&gt; We stayed at Circus Circus, which is just what is sounds like- a circus. The hotel was lame, but our room was gorgeous. Newly remodeled, modern furniture, awesome paint color, and a cool view. We were on the 21st floor in room 841, so our room number was 21841! I thought that was cool. The 21st floor was the top floor of this wing, which was nice. At check out time, being on top floor the elevator was empty, but as we headed down, it filled up fast and some people said they waited for over 20 minutes. &lt;br /&gt; We saw all there was to see. We went to Gold and Silver Pawn (pawn stars) walked through almost all the hotels, making New York New York our favorite. We saw some interesting folks, got sunburned, ate yummy food - which if someone tells you that food is cheap in Vegas, they are lying. We rode the city bus, walked forever, and also rode the open top tour bus (well worth the money) We saw the famous Las Vegas sign, the lights from on top of the stratosphere, and ventured to Fremont Street. Vegas is a lot to take in, but if you aren't a drinker or a gambler, you only need two days. BYU was playing while we were there, and we saw A LOT of Cougar families. The time we had together was perfect. I love Nick more and more each day, and to be able to reconnect with him makes me smile. We missed the kids terribly though, and by Sunday morning, I was ready to see them. Being married to my best friend makes me so happy, and I only hope that I can share my happiness with him. I also wish everyone could have an awesome marriage like I DO!!!! a little plug for us! We took lots of pictures and I will try and put some in this post and in others, but for now, Happy Reading Readers!!!&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JDqydqUPJQ4/TYI2t5dmBrI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ReVAXs8vj9A/s1600/Vegas%2B261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JDqydqUPJQ4/TYI2t5dmBrI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ReVAXs8vj9A/s400/Vegas%2B261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUZzr65jIb0/TYI2uA3mjII/AAAAAAAAA8I/RA3lpeHkJ4Y/s1600/Vegas%2B265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUZzr65jIb0/TYI2uA3mjII/AAAAAAAAA8I/RA3lpeHkJ4Y/s400/Vegas%2B265.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1fzRhCGBlL4/TYI2uXb_7pI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/zln--GG5xnw/s1600/Vegas%2B251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1fzRhCGBlL4/TYI2uXb_7pI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/zln--GG5xnw/s400/Vegas%2B251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l2u0eqLyIWg/TYI2ujcGi9I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/LM7IBj_Uopg/s1600/Vegas%2B211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l2u0eqLyIWg/TYI2ujcGi9I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/LM7IBj_Uopg/s400/Vegas%2B211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YxbS8UJ3pZM/TYI2uxoyiyI/AAAAAAAAA8g/jOJhwA6jjbE/s1600/Vegas%2B263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YxbS8UJ3pZM/TYI2uxoyiyI/AAAAAAAAA8g/jOJhwA6jjbE/s400/Vegas%2B263.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/3299742550736808423-7353019688462380479?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/7353019688462380479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=7353019688462380479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7353019688462380479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7353019688462380479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/03/viva-las-vegas.html' title='Viva Las Vegas'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JDqydqUPJQ4/TYI2t5dmBrI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ReVAXs8vj9A/s72-c/Vegas%2B261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-5276124321239291656</id><published>2011-03-09T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T14:32:33.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We got SPIRIT!</title><content type='html'>Last week was spirit week at school, to celebrate Dr. Suess' birthday. My kids talk about spirit week all year, before and after; they love it! This year, Emmah actually let me do her hair a little crazy, and even though she looked super cute sporting and supporting OUR favorite team, I still had to bribe her to wear the jersey. 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It was around Christmas time and we had just finished our Christmas program. I began by telling the children that one of my favorite parts of Christmas is the stories. I love stories. Then some of the children went around telling their favorite parts of Christmas: presents, candy and Santa Claus. Then, one boy said, "it's about the Savior!" How that touched me, and the rest of the class. They continued to agree and talked of Baby Jesus." Her lesson today went on to talk about how all things are possible with the Savior. At the end of her lesson, she addressed me and asked, "Heidi, is it okay that we share this?" I shook my head yes and she proceeded, "that 2nd grader was Heidi's little guy, Dasher!" What a great example he is because of the example he has seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was touched by this story. I am thankful for my Dasher. He is quite the guy. For my nonmember friends, if you have questions that have been in your mind, I encourage you to take a look at our new church website, www.mormon.org. You can find answers there!!!&lt;br /&gt; as always, Happy Reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-8710834037436041818?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/8710834037436041818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=8710834037436041818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/8710834037436041818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/8710834037436041818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/02/2nd-graders-meaning-of-christmas.html' title='2nd graders&apos; Meaning of Christmas'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-1732924731641153100</id><published>2011-02-11T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T13:49:05.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Decade behind Us, Eternity Before Us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TVWsRhjowqI/AAAAAAAAA6w/GSj9jfss1Tc/s1600/379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TVWsRhjowqI/AAAAAAAAA6w/GSj9jfss1Tc/s400/379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TVWsR8lpjgI/AAAAAAAAA64/5qYfVbGSX3M/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TVWsR8lpjgI/AAAAAAAAA64/5qYfVbGSX3M/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TVWsSbSH01I/AAAAAAAAA7A/YL7RpZ0MbUQ/s1600/blazer%2B551.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TVWsSbSH01I/AAAAAAAAA7A/YL7RpZ0MbUQ/s400/blazer%2B551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;February 10, 2001, I married my best friend. I know, I know, everyone says that. I hope they do. Marriage is a serious thing, I only hope everyone can feel as lucky as I have felt these past ten years. &lt;br /&gt; When Nick and I met, I knew I would marry him. I think he thought the same thing, but he says he can't really remember. When he proposed,I said, "YES" and so the road starting turning. We told our parents, and let me remind all my readers, I was only nineteen. I was a baby to some, but I knew what I wanted. I always knew I would marry young, I guess nineteen was too young for some. Both sets of parents were really excited, of course, how could they not be. The Durants were getting the best daughter in law ever, and my parents were getting the best son in law on the face of this earth. We were in love!!!&lt;br /&gt; Now, these ten years hasn't been all smooth sailing. I write this blog, as Nick is installing the new toilet. I have my priorities:) We lived in a small, ghetto of an apartment. We had second hand furniture, and actually slept on an air mattress the first month of wedded bliss, until we got a real bed! I worked nights, he worked days, so our honeymoon really was over when we got home. I quickly took a promotion, and was able to only work two nights of the week. A huge bonus. &lt;br /&gt; I retired, when Dasher was born, and we moved in with my parents. I still don't know why we did this. We did save some money, but I think we would've been just fine living in our ghetto with a baby, but that was that. Then Emmah joined our family, my family moved, and still wanting to save for a house, we moved in with his family. Oyvay! We love our parents and we are so incredibly grateful to them for letting us do this, but it was time to have our own place. We bought our home in 2006 and life is just great. &lt;br /&gt; Nick works extra hard. Harder than most at his work to provide for us. He is so willing to go the extra mile to make sure the work gets done, he worked 13.5 hours on our anniversary last night and came home so tired, we both fell asleep watching netflix. I love him more today than I ever thought possible. Our love is so deep it is hard to describe. Sure we have our ups and downs, but honestly, we have more ups than downs. &lt;br /&gt; I pray for our love and happiness. I pray that everyone who is with someone can be as in love with them as I am with Nick. He is my better half and I am a much better person because of him!&lt;br /&gt; To my love on our special day. Thank you, Thank you for loving me back!!! xoxo and happy reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-1732924731641153100?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/1732924731641153100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=1732924731641153100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1732924731641153100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1732924731641153100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/02/decade-behind-us-eternity-before-us.html' title='A Decade behind Us, Eternity Before Us!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TVWsRhjowqI/AAAAAAAAA6w/GSj9jfss1Tc/s72-c/379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-1435670816499770608</id><published>2011-01-30T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T11:03:25.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new job!</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers,&lt;br /&gt; I am so happy to blog that I have found a blogging job! How awesome is that? Well, here's the story, so all will know.&lt;br /&gt; About a week ago, I was online, just randomly surfing, when I saw it. LatterDay Woman is an online magazine catering to LDS women of all ages. They have a reputable staff, and some neat ideas too. They had a posting for new blogger to join their team. I quickly sent an email to the editor informing her that I love to write. I sent her links to my blogs, told her of things that I have done, and just a little bit about myself. ie mom of four, wife of 10 years, cook, driver, and what not! A few days went by and nothing. I just told myself, "I tried, and lots of women probably sent stuff too." Then, Monday, of last week, I was checking my email, and there it was. A message from Kim to me! I was so excited... I read it, scanned it, read it over and over... a few emails were exchanged back and forth, and by Wednesday, I was official. username and password, free reign of blogging for a magazine. I am really excited to write. I have been told I have a unique writing style, and they love the way I tell a story. Now I get to share with women readers all over! It is awesome. If you haven't already checked out the website, heres the address and you really should click on over and check it out, and while you're there, check me out too, under the entertainment section!!!! www.latterdaywoman.com&lt;br /&gt; I will update the blog with some posts from time to time, but you should just become a fan on facebook so you will always get the updates of my blogging to the world. I just have to toot my own horn. A dream has come true, and it feels like 2011 is starting off great!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Reading to you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-1435670816499770608?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/1435670816499770608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=1435670816499770608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1435670816499770608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1435670816499770608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-new-job.html' title='My new job!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-1662377758169422603</id><published>2011-01-23T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T20:10:15.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I spoke in church</title><content type='html'>I was asked to speak in church... I thought I would put my talk on here so those who could not be here, or for family far away can read... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband and wife have a solemn responsibility to love and care for each other and for their children. "Children are an heritage of the Lord "Parents have a sacred duty to rear their children in love and righteousness, to provide for their physical and spiritual needs, to teach them to love and serve one another, to observe the commandments of God and to be law abiding citizens wherever they live. Proclamation to the Family paragraph 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of the Priesthood is not something to be taken lightly. We know, that at the age of 12, our young men are given the responisibility and priviledge to become Priesthood holders; first the Aaronic, and then the Melchezidek. Each having keys and responsibilities that they can share with others. We watch our young men reverently bless and pass the sacrament. This sacred ordinace that they perform weekly is for our benefit. To renew our covenants with our Father in Heaven.  They collect fast offerings, so we as ward members can contribute to our ward and help those in need. I am grateful for these young men who willingly do these little acts of service that strengthens their growth and ours as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where am I going with this you might be asking? I am going to speak to you on my feelings of the Priesthood. Broaden that to The Blessings of the Priesthood and how that strengthens my Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, my dad was not the most active member of the church. His family were converts, but I don't think the gospel really "stuck" until many years later. My mom on the other hand, was raised in the church, and my grandpa served as Bishop, counselors, and on the High Council. The Priesthood was in my mothers' home.  My dad had the Priesthood, but didn't use it to the best of his ability. That all changed for our family when my dad was deployed to Japan and was seperated from our family for 18 months.  It was hard on us as a family, but I feel it was harder on my dad. He knew that if something did happen to him, we would be lost, and we would not be together. So, he came home, and together my mom and dad started preparing to go to the Temple. I will never forget that day. It is very special and dear to me, and I am pleased to say that my dad honors his Priesthood and helps those when needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after my family was sealed, I remember telling my mom that I didn't want to get married in the Temple, I wanted to be sealed later on, so my children could feel the way I felt that day. That statement made my mom cry. She expressed her desire for all of her children to be worthy to have a Temple marriage and to have children born into the covenant. She told me to be worthy to meet that man, who also would be worthy to take me to the Temple. I decided that that is what I wanted to do, and I tried really hard not to make my mom cry again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Nick and I met, I knew he was the one for me. He has this demeanor about him, that I just couldn't shake out of my head. I knew he was a returned missionary, because he talked about his mission a lot. Nick could also recite the Young Womens' theme, and I then found out he had five sisters and no brothers. I could see him physically, and spiritually. I was smitten, and he hadn't even asked me out on a date officially. Our courtship, to some might not be that exciting, but cliche as it is, for me, Love at first sight. I believe it was our third date, he drove us out to the temple and we walked around talking.  A lot of talking... if I was convinced of spending eternity with this man, I had to make sure he felt the same way. We talked about our childhoods, ourfamilies, and friends. We talked about school, dreams and goals. We talked about just whatever came to our minds. We looked at pictures of him on his mission, and I could just see it. There he was, right in front of me, the man I would spend eternity with. We talked about marriage. We talked about raising a family. We agreed on almost everything, and we knew our children would be raised to love the Blazers! Sorry, I just had to put that part in there.  We knew we wanted to raise our children in the church. To let them have the truthfulness of the gospel. Nick wanted to be a father and a patriach.  I knew he had a testimony of the Gospel and that he wanted to be a husband and a father. And here we are almost ten years later. Still in love, and growing spiritually more and more with each other each and everyday. Our children are lucky to call him dad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of being married to a priesthood holder and all the responsibilities that come with it, I am so thankful it is him and not me. I love that Nick will say YES each and everytime someone calls for help with a blessing. That he is willing to help move people, teach with the missionaries, lead our family in prayer, and at family home evening. I will stay at home with the four crazies, as long as he is there for us! But we as wives have a certain responsibility too, and I would like to share a story slash experience with you. &lt;br /&gt;Last spring, Bosston was really sick. I had noticed that he wasn't himself, but I kind of kept it to myself. I prayed for him to cheer up, and feel better, but I kept it at that. He was sleeping a lot, irritable, no appetite, but I told myself he was fine and just tired. Then one Sunday, it just broke. I left church with him and went home. He had a high fever and was sleepy. The Bishop called me at home to see how things were going. I let it go. I told Bishop that I know something is wrong with my child. I could feel it, but for awhile I was denying it. I read too many articles and probably watch too many doctor shows. But this time, I admitted to Bishop and to myself that Bosston was sick. He counciled for me to ask Nick to give him a blessing, and to fast for Bosston.  Bishop also told me this, He told me that as a mother, I have divine intuition to my children's welfare. I have a special calling to be a voice for them. Heavenly Father challenges our faith, and he knows we can get through this. Although I do not hold the Priesthood, I can be my child's voice to ask for certain things on their behalf. I was grateful for this knowledge and explanation. There is no perfect parenting handbook out there, but Love and understanding are two things we should all practice. I was grateful for this challenge in my life. Although stressful at the time, we pulled through, and I know it was because of the Priesthood blessings we had received. Now that Dasher and Emmah are in school and getting older (tear) we give them the opportunity to ask for things that they need. We teach them to pray, to be thankful, and to ask for blessings also. Bosston is learning also. He knows when family members are sick, and that Heavenly Father will heal them if we just ask. He knows that! and that makes me smile. Lucy, well, we are just thankful that she will sit and fold her arms, although during prayers she is starting to whisper her own prayers. He hears them! As a mom, especially one who stays at home, it is my duty and opportunity to fill the gaps until Dad comes home; to make our home where the spirit can reside. To be a peacemaker, a comedian, nurse, cook, and everything else that defines the word mother. I am thankful that our home is an inviting place where friends, family, loved ones and even strangers can come and feel the spirit. Don't get me wrong, it gets crazy a lot... but at the end of the day, I know our home is protected, and that protection comes with the priesthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to have the priesthood in our home. In March of 2003, my dad, still in the Marine Corps at the time, was called to go overseas. The war was just at the beginning, and they were shipped out. We were living with my parents at the time, and extended our stay with them to be there for my mom. My older brother was on a mission and my younger brother was not old enough to hold the priesthood, so Nick was the priesthood holder in the house. He helped give blessings to my mom and sisters and just the knowledge of knowing we were protected that much more, made the home a happier place. One night, Dasher (8mos) woke up crying; and he cried and cried for what seems like hours. We tried everything and of course as first time parents you always fear the worst. We rocked, walked, handed off to other people, but he just kept crying. Then my mom said, "he needs a blessing." Duh? why hadn't we thought of that an hour ago. So, with the help of a friend, Nick was able to give him a blessing. And I tell you this, as soon as the oil was annointed onto his small head, the crying stopped. The spirit was so strong in the room, we all felt peace. We all breathed a sigh of completness. Dasher slept so well that night. Whatever was bugging him stopped and as his mom, I know he felt Heavenly Father's touch through his dad's hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to share my momtuition with my little sister. They recently had a baby, and at first the little lady was having a hard time. She has swallowed some amniotic fluid on the way out, and her breathing was not right. The nurses wouldn't let anyone hold her, and my sister was distraught. I suggested a blessing. But nothing, they let the doctors poke and praw her with no results. I suggested again, but another day went by and still nothing. I prayed. I prayed for Quincee, but mostly prayed for my sister and her husband to have the strength to put their faith and trust in the Lord.  No more suggesting. I told Aubrey -my sister, that Quincee needs a blessing. I relayed the message that Bishop had given to me. As mothers we have to be our child's voice. Aubrey needed to hear that. I told her asking for blessings is not a sign of weakness, but a sign of strength. We are showing Heavenly Father our willing to sacrifice and to put everything in his hands. Quincee received a blessing from her dad and my dad, and within hours, she was taken off oxygen and they were finally able to hold her. I know their testimony of priesthood blessings grew stronger that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mommies and daddies, we need to teach our children the importance of the Priesthood. We need to raise our boys to be worthy to hold the priesthood. Teach them the importance of the responsibilites that they will have. We need to teach our daughters to be worthy to marry a Priesthood holder, so they too can feel of the blessings that come with the priesthood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And they were all young men, and they were exceedingly valiant for courage, and also for strength and activity; but behold, this was not all- they were men who were true at all times in whatsoever thing they were entrusted.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, they were men of truth and soberness, for they had been taught to keep the commandments of God and to walk uprightly before him." Alma 52:20-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a primary song that talks about the family and I would like to share two verses with you before I close. A father's place is to preside, provide, To love and teach the gospel to his children. A father leads in family paryer to share their love for Father in Heaven. A mother's purpose is to care, prepare, to nurture and to strengthen all her children. She teaches children to obey, to pray, to love and serve in the family. God gave us families to help us become what he wants us to be. This is how He shares his Love, for the the family is of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-1662377758169422603?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/1662377758169422603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=1662377758169422603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1662377758169422603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1662377758169422603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-i-spoke-in-church.html' title='Today, I spoke in church'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-4482990450607929855</id><published>2011-01-13T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T19:29:36.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPs forgot about the Family blog!</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers,&lt;br /&gt; Thank you so much for checking in on us! I have to apologize. I have neglected our family site, since beginning my reading adventure. Please forgive me, and I will try to do better.&lt;br /&gt; Golly heck, I am so mad I forgot to post on 1-11-11! I didn't know what I wanted to post about, but I am sure I could've found something to make you smile and laugh. Aubrey, (little sis) had her baby on Monday. I love babies, if you couldn't tell, we have four! Quincee Southworth. That darn little cutie pa-tootie has given us a run for our money since the minute she was pulled out! Quincee took a huge gulp of fluid and that upset her breathing. She went on oxygen, had an IV got blood taken and an XRay. I am happy to report she has improved and she is so darling. We are headed down tomorrow to see that creation of Aubrey and Tylers.&lt;br /&gt; So, I just got done reading The Help. It takes place down south and I have had a hard time talking right after reading their stories and such. I have had some bad grammar the past few days and even as I right this, I want to write and speak like Aibileen, and Minny. Please read that book. It is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt; It is now 2011! I remember when it turned 2000 and everyone was anxious to see if the world was coming to an end. So, here we are now, in 2011! The kids are back to school, thank heavens. Everything is back to routine, and the house is starting to reorganized. I really want to accomplish some new decor to our home, but before we do that, some of this stuff just has to go. Eventually, I am going to put our leather couch and love seat on craigslist. We bought the set about three years ago, but I have changed my mind, and I just don't like it anymore. It is too cold to sit on, and I want a napping couch. I just have to find what I want before I sell the old! I am trying to make room for a piano, and hopefully by my birthday, I will have that done. We are going to repaint the front room and kitchen, and I really excited about that. Emmah and Lucy's room is going to get new carpet, and we might just do the other bedrooms also. I want to maybe frame in the washer and dryer to enclose it a little more and re-surface our kitchen cabinets. I know the list seems long, but the best part: Nick is already on board to let me do whatever I want. I love that man!!! It is going to be quite the construction zone, but it should look really nice when we are done. Then, I think we are going to sell and buy a bigger house! We outgrew this house the day we moved in, which by the way was January 16, 2006. We should have a party! We just might...&lt;br /&gt; The kids need to go to bed. I need to finish packing for the weekend. I want to put pictures on, but I don't see that happening! Thanks for reading and as always, Happy Reading!&lt;br /&gt; don't forget to click on over to the new one: www.abookwormnamedheidi.blogspot.com We have fun there check it out, follow, comment and share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-4482990450607929855?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/4482990450607929855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=4482990450607929855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4482990450607929855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4482990450607929855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/01/oops-forgot-about-family-blog.html' title='OOPs forgot about the Family blog!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-2292069798374734661</id><published>2011-01-04T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T09:03:37.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more Diet Cokes say what?</title><content type='html'>Stinkin' 2011... why oh why did you have to come? Why do we set goals? Why oh why did you have to come? Okay, I will stop my ranting and move on with the blog.&lt;br /&gt; We had a fun New Years Eve. Nick and I took the kids to the zoo! Yes, the zoo, in December, in the Northwest. Not many other places are open everyday except Christmas in any weather, but the zoo is and that is where we went. We left the house bright and early. The sun was shining, but it was so far from warm. In fact, it was well below freezing! 22 degrees when we left our house and 45 minutes later at the zoo, it was 24! &lt;br /&gt; Call us crazy, but we had the whole place to ourselves. Even the staff thought it was strange that we were there so early in the cold. I could actually let me kids run ahead without having to worry about some psycho taking them. They could up close and personal with the animals! Well, more like the glass. With it being so early and so cold, most of the animals were non-exsistent. We did however see the polar bears eating the breakfast, made friends with the cute penguins, smell the stinky bats, and all the animals indoors! ie alligators, frogs and a few monkeys. The downside: Predators of the Serengeti. Our brand new exhibit, and we only saw the ugly hyenas. Oh well, we had free passes and so it was a free morning in the fresh brisk air!&lt;br /&gt; True Oregonians, I guess one could say. Our kids were bundled, Lucy was wrapped in blankets, and we were together. Couldn't get much better than that!&lt;br /&gt; After the zoo, we headed to lunch. As noted in a back to school post, I love going to lunch. I am so thankful that we were able to do this with our kids one last time before they headed back to school. We went to a buffet place (kids love it) and I was excited because they had this amazing chicken pasta salad! YUMMO and Cherry coke on tap! My favorite and since one of my goals is to slowy take myself off the juice, I was in heaven one last time!&lt;br /&gt; After lunch we headed to grandmas house for a celebration. The kids played with the cousins, and I went to 7-11! Had to get one last one in, even though I knew I didn't need it. I didn't finish it, but it was the thought that counted. Came home by ten, put the kids to bed, and snuggled with my hubby!&lt;br /&gt; So, what are your plans for the New Year?! We have the Warrior Dash in Sept. that we are getting our butts in gear for! Our 10 year adventure in Vegas this spring, spending more time outside with the family, going on more outings with the six of us, sticking to a budget! (I can never seem to master this one) I am a spender!!!!! It will be a banner year!&lt;br /&gt;One more thing... check out my new reading  blog and follow me there! So far so great! www.abookwormnamedheidi.blogspot.com!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Reading and Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-2292069798374734661?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/2292069798374734661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=2292069798374734661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/2292069798374734661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/2292069798374734661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-more-diet-cokes-say-what.html' title='No more Diet Cokes say what?'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-1375383107834411851</id><published>2010-12-28T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T07:49:25.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you Christmas?</title><content type='html'>Tis the season, for Christmas to be over? No fair! I feel like it was just yesterday that we were moving furniture around to make room for our glorious tree. Christmas day is just like Thanksgiving dinner... you wait and wait all day (all month in this case) and within minutes, presents are unwrapped, and I am ready for a nap! &lt;br /&gt;It was a nice Christmas this year. The kids still love Santa (they got what they wanted) and the day was filled with toys being played with, and visiting with family. I gained a gazillion pounds, untwisted a billion twist ties (toys) and snuggled in our new cozy jammies!!&lt;br /&gt;So, now the 25th of December is no more. We must now wait for it to come again. I am torn: do I take the tree down today, or do it wait until the New Year? I am thankful for Christmas. For the birth of our Savior Jesus Christ. I am grateful for his birth, life, death and resurrection. I am thankful for 2010. It was a good year. I hope 2011 brings the same amount PLUS some of memories, laughs, tears, conversations, reconnections, and lovely moments. Thank YOU readers!! 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There's only one way to tell its here. The Durants home is decked out, and decked out some more. You can see the lovely soft, white glow from the street and it is FABULOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TRLBbM7Py0I/AAAAAAAAA5g/eBDtmbYPkAE/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TRLBbM7Py0I/AAAAAAAAA5g/eBDtmbYPkAE/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TRLCkN8cI6I/AAAAAAAAA5o/GBiPsjtXWsc/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TRLCkN8cI6I/AAAAAAAAA5o/GBiPsjtXWsc/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TRLCkeLGNXI/AAAAAAAAA5w/zLu_tnEB2nU/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TRLCkeLGNXI/AAAAAAAAA5w/zLu_tnEB2nU/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TRLCkwcsGFI/AAAAAAAAA54/yFfOD4cZVt4/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TRLCkwcsGFI/AAAAAAAAA54/yFfOD4cZVt4/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TRLClKf5ZoI/AAAAAAAAA6A/XAz7aGVKLaw/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TRLClKf5ZoI/AAAAAAAAA6A/XAz7aGVKLaw/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you spot the menora! Shout out to all my Jewish readers! I do love Christmas decorations and this time of year! Enjoy the photos and happy reading! Only a few more days until the big announcement!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-213601186111056330?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/213601186111056330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=213601186111056330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/213601186111056330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/213601186111056330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/12/deck-halls-and-porches-and-trees.html' title='Deck the Halls, and porches, and trees!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TRLBbM7Py0I/AAAAAAAAA5g/eBDtmbYPkAE/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-6610443690781863389</id><published>2010-12-18T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T19:12:44.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas never tasted so good</title><content type='html'>My mom, God bless her, is one of the best bread makers on the Earth. She would always make such wonderful creations in the kitchen, I love her for that. Nothing smells better than fresh baked bread, am I right? Well, she is also known for her AWESOME and AMAZING cinnamon rolls. I don't know how she does it, but they always turn our so fluffy and delicious, is should be a crime and a sin to partake. I love them, the whole family loves them and this time of year, we love them even more.&lt;br /&gt; For as long as I could remember, my mom would bake cinnamon rolls at Christmas. Not your ordinary roll of a cinnamon roll, but she created a Christmas Tree cinnamon roll. AMAZING, my mouth waters just typing about them:) For the last two weeks, I have made about 4 dozen cinnamon rolls... some for us, and some for Nick to take to work! I wanted to master this recipe so bad. In the past, my bread has looked pretty, but has not tasted pretty. But, I finally did it. Practice does make perfect, and although they are still not as good as mom's, I am pleased, and so have the partakers!!!&lt;br /&gt; December 18, that's today. I wanted to make a treat for some special people in our lives. I thought about making cookies, and fudge and such, but then I remembered helping my mom frost these trees, so that is what I wanted to do. I started my doubling the recipe and then just one regular batch. So yes, I tripled it, but in shifts. I did not want to overwork the dough, so this was the easiest way to avoid that. I thought my tripling the dough I could make SIX trees to deliver... WRONG... the dough made TEN! Yes, you read that right TEN! We made cinnamon TREES all day long. Delivered a few today, and still have five on the counter. We will have one for breakfast tomorrow, and I am sure my brother will take on home tomorrow night, and one more delivery. That still leaves us with TWO! They are good, but they really need to go! Enjoy the pictures, Merry Christmas and Happy Reading...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TQ14EIB43gI/AAAAAAAAA5U/vGoegs399MM/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TQ14EIB43gI/AAAAAAAAA5U/vGoegs399MM/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552225927887904258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TQ14Dhi8sxI/AAAAAAAAA5M/FYUgcBVwJ8g/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TQ14Dhi8sxI/AAAAAAAAA5M/FYUgcBVwJ8g/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552225917557584658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to check back on the 31st for the BIG announcement. I think it's big anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-6610443690781863389?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/6610443690781863389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=6610443690781863389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/6610443690781863389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/6610443690781863389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-never-tasted-so-good.html' title='Christmas never tasted so good'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TQ14EIB43gI/AAAAAAAAA5U/vGoegs399MM/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-3933386856927181297</id><published>2010-12-14T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T07:46:07.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold the Phone!</title><content type='html'>I can NOT believe I forgot to write about this THREE weeks ago. That just tells you how crazy it can be around here. Okay, so this is not the announcement noted in last blog, but I would like to share. I was released from the primary chorister three weeks ago after 3 years! I was relieved to be moving on, but a little sad too. On my last Sunday, I sang this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the boys sing, when the girls sing, leaving primary makes me sad. But I will just remember your voices, and that will make me glad!" There was more to it, and it goes to the song, My Favorite Things from the Sound of Music. Anyway, it went over really well, and it was funny, and the kids thought I was silly... duh?!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, now what? you ask... I am now an instructor in the Relief Society. They are trusting me to teach doctine every 3rd Sunday. I hope it goes well:) Actually, I am really excited to be doing this. I have never done it before, and right now in my life, I feel this is where I need to be. I am thankful for this opportunity to serve. So, if you live close by and wanna see me in action... I will be teaching in the Relief Society room this SUNDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Reading&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-3933386856927181297?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/3933386856927181297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=3933386856927181297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3933386856927181297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3933386856927181297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/12/hold-phone.html' title='Hold the Phone!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-6321779097740739207</id><published>2010-12-06T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T09:39:46.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree 2010</title><content type='html'>We go to the same place every year on the same weekend. We put on our coats, hats and gloves, and venture up Rocky Point Rd. From our house, it takes us about 20 minutes. We park, say our yearly greetings to the same man, who is wearing the same plaid shirt, red suspenders, and wool pants. YES, wool pants. He hands us our saw and we are out in search of the most perfect tree ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TP0ZcPd0fzI/AAAAAAAAA38/o-De9vbyjgQ/s1600/tree%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TP0ZcPd0fzI/AAAAAAAAA38/o-De9vbyjgQ/s400/tree%2B003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547618288968957746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, we have the three older ones researching the plot of land. They would've been out here all day, looking, but we could only bring one home. Bosston and Lucy were taken to the little trees, some the same size as themselves! This year, Lucy got to trek right along with us. Last year, she rode in the backpack... She is slow, but determined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TP0abJ7WocI/AAAAAAAAA4E/HidDozU-I5Y/s1600/tree%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TP0abJ7WocI/AAAAAAAAA4E/HidDozU-I5Y/s400/tree%2B002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547619369813975490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn't keep her gloves on, but it was a gorgeous day, so she was okay. The skies were blue, and the air crisp! Great Christmas Tree hunting weather. We've been on this mountain in sunshine, rain, sleet and snow. This was the best weather yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TP0bGRGmpTI/AAAAAAAAA4M/eucc8G9GMWw/s1600/tree%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TP0bGRGmpTI/AAAAAAAAA4M/eucc8G9GMWw/s400/tree%2B014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547620110474585394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go BIG, or Go Home! That has been our motto in Christmas Trees!! 2006, our tree was a good 12 footer (love me some vaulted ceilings) but sadly with a growing family and furniture rearranging, we can now only get 7 footers:) Still lovely, of course, and now with a shorter tree, we don't need new ornaments! *** just so we make this clear, trees look a LOT smaller outside than they do inside:) half the fun I say!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TP0cqjKRCzI/AAAAAAAAA4k/lR-tGBnC-tE/s1600/tree%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TP0cqjKRCzI/AAAAAAAAA4k/lR-tGBnC-tE/s400/tree%2B020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547621833308703538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TP0cp0zq0XI/AAAAAAAAA4c/m_5gFfvNv04/s1600/tree%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TP0cp0zq0XI/AAAAAAAAA4c/m_5gFfvNv04/s400/tree%2B018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547621820865892722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TP0cpYZcrLI/AAAAAAAAA4U/udCd55nhyQE/s1600/tree%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TP0cpYZcrLI/AAAAAAAAA4U/udCd55nhyQE/s400/tree%2B015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547621813239721138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUT 'er down! I love this part. Mostly because I am taking the pictures and Nick does all the cutting! No, really though, another Christmas season is well under way now. This is the icing on the cake, the climax of the book, the part we have all been waiting for. The cut was a nice one this year. If only, I had taken a picture of our first tree in 2006... the trunk was massive, and the hack job just cutting it down and then still more cutting to get it into the stand... ah memories! I laugh at that now, but Nick still rolls his eyes at the experience:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TP0d2NxJYTI/AAAAAAAAA40/nFAAha1gL2k/s1600/tree%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TP0d2NxJYTI/AAAAAAAAA40/nFAAha1gL2k/s400/tree%2B026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547623133236257074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TP0d1bosNQI/AAAAAAAAA4s/gsc6TGNiKHw/s1600/tree%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TP0d1bosNQI/AAAAAAAAA4s/gsc6TGNiKHw/s400/tree%2B025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547623119779017986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids wanted to badly to help daddy carry the tree to the yard, until they went a few feet... Needless to say, Nick picked the tree up and hauled it to the car UPhill. Men, gotta give it to them. These husbands and daddys really do take care of us!!&lt;br /&gt;So, while our nice tree man and Nick were tying the tree to the car, the four fabulous Durant children ran and ran. They got tired, and decided to rest on the logs. It is so awesome to see them outside in Heavenly Father's world loving each other. Such a far distant land than from inside getting on each other's nerves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TP0fZTZScYI/AAAAAAAAA5E/QeFIVm2v0nA/s1600/tree%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TP0fZTZScYI/AAAAAAAAA5E/QeFIVm2v0nA/s400/tree%2B028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547624835553849730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I have more pictures of the final product, but those will be in a later post, so just keep checking back. I don't want all of our readers to just up and read and leave in one day... this is Christmas, of course, and more surprises await!!! Also, come the end of the year a special announcement will be made, but no more about that** stay tuned, and as always, Happy Reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-6321779097740739207?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/6321779097740739207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=6321779097740739207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/6321779097740739207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/6321779097740739207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-christmas-tree-2010.html' title='O Christmas Tree 2010'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TP0ZcPd0fzI/AAAAAAAAA38/o-De9vbyjgQ/s72-c/tree%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-9216131393075570609</id><published>2010-11-22T10:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T10:38:58.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate + Jumbo Tron = Great Date Night</title><content type='html'>BLAZE the TRAIL CAT!! Bosston loves this mascot, and so he was super excited to see this up close and personal picture of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TOq1c96qghI/AAAAAAAAA30/eGnTHWWOix0/s1600/blazer%2B557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TOq1c96qghI/AAAAAAAAA30/eGnTHWWOix0/s400/blazer%2B557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542441800694399506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting in a really long line to get the face painted. It was totally worth it. Nick hadn't even sat down 20 seconds and he was already on the jumbo tron. AWESOME! I love the fact that he loves his team so much too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TOq1AMRnpEI/AAAAAAAAA3s/wmQJv5ZM4U4/s1600/blazer%2B551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TOq1AMRnpEI/AAAAAAAAA3s/wmQJv5ZM4U4/s400/blazer%2B551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542441306332570690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TOq0gAFoLuI/AAAAAAAAA3k/sRbAjKfkftg/s1600/blazer%2B548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TOq0gAFoLuI/AAAAAAAAA3k/sRbAjKfkftg/s400/blazer%2B548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542440753305235170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick looking like a crazy pan handler at the max station. We got some pretty crazy looks before the game, and since the max broke down we waited out there in the cold for a long time. It was worth it to be standing next to this man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 20th, BLAZERS vs JAZZ these two teams are big rivals, and so are their fans. We scored some pretty sweet seats, courtesy of some friends. (thanks again A&amp;K)We were seated right behind the basket, so with free throws and replays, I think we scored some tv time too! Nick's big dreams came true, because not only was he on the JUMBO TRON once, but TWICE!! Awesome. Actually, a couple more times too, due to the replays and such! He was decked out in his shirt, crazy Einstein wig, head bands, and mad face paint. I love that they do the face paint for FREE! It makes the game that much more fun for him. He is dedication whole heartedly to PORTLAND TRAIL BLAZERS, and over the past couple of years, so have I. I love to watch the games. Of course, they are way more fun LIVE, but if the game is on TV, we are watching it. I have come to understand the game, and rules, which makes it more enjoyable for Nick too. He doesn't have to keep "filling" me in. &lt;br /&gt; Oh, I almost forgot, the night started with FREE babysitters (gma and gpa) and SEE'S chocolates. I love their candy so much, and Nick humored me by driving to the mall to get some before the game. This is huge, because Nick and I don't really like the mall, and it was Saturday night, but we treked through, got our candy and I was a happy camper. I just wish the mall was closer, but then again, it is probably a good thing for both our wallets and my waistline that it is not.&lt;br /&gt; I love date nights. I love dating my husband and spending time together doing something we both love doing. (don't worry this is G rated blog) I was talking about watching the BLAZERS! I just can't wait until Joel Pryzbilla is back on the court. Until then, Happy Reading, happy Turkey day, if I don't blog before that!!!&lt;br /&gt;p.s the Blazers LOST, but it didn't matter, we still had a great time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-9216131393075570609?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/9216131393075570609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=9216131393075570609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/9216131393075570609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/9216131393075570609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/11/chocolate-jumbo-tron-great-date-night.html' title='Chocolate + Jumbo Tron = Great Date Night'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TOq1c96qghI/AAAAAAAAA30/eGnTHWWOix0/s72-c/blazer%2B557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-1832178248495083880</id><published>2010-11-16T06:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T07:00:08.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to Santa</title><content type='html'>Der Sana&lt;br /&gt;Wat I wat for Cismis. I wot Bos and a slon char and a ize bake avin and a pa; kish and a blazers jrze and a brbe and a move toy story 3 and a cole book.&lt;br /&gt;luv Emmah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated to: Dear Santa, What I want for Christmas. I want boots and a salon chair and an easy bake oven, and a play kitchen and a blazer jersey and a barbie and movie toy story 3 and a coloring book. Love Emmah.&lt;br /&gt; They teach the kids to spell how they hear, so this is what she came up with and I love it. Nick had a hard time reading it, but it sounded right to me. I love that Blazer was already spelled correctly, because you know of course you can find that word somewhere in our house!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa, Dasher's Crismis &lt;br /&gt;I want lego alantis portl set and lego toy story gardig get away and a new super mario bros for DS and lego star wars the clone wars tank set and magoe clone tropr glacted heoes and heoe fatry von nbalu and storm and a dice set and mario cart for DS and ten new trap bakugon and gron ups and toy story 3 movies and a nerf gun and a transforemer and a star wars transformer and a raemustero and a hot weel set and lego indiana jones 2 for DS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasher's list just keeps growing and growing. He wants ALOT of legos, the movie grown ups and games for his DS. Nick reassured Dasher that Santa would have a hard time remembering, so he only a few things on his list he would actually get. &lt;br /&gt;We started having small Christmas' years ago when Dasher was just a baby. Mostly because I was no longer working and we had no money, but I also wanted to instill at a young age what Christmas is all about. The birth of our Savior and helping others in need. Through the years we have made it a tradition to buy new hats, gloves, and scarves and coats (if needed) each winter season. The ones we outgrow, we donate either to goodwill, or to those in need. It is small, but a simple way my children are learning to serve others. Now, that we have four children, our Christmas' are in no way small, but the kids each get about 2-3 presents each year. That is not counting ones from cousins, and grandma and grandpas. They don't go without. Don't get me wrong, if we had tons of money, I would love to be able to buy all the things on their lists, but would they ever use half of the that stuff? No, and I know that, because right now our garage sits full of toys that don't get played with. One of these days, I will make it out there and go through them. &lt;br /&gt; Christmas is not about the present received.  It is a time for family, love and understanding. Jesus Christ came into this world as perfect as can be. He was born unto humble parents who taught him to do good. Sing joy to the world, because without our Savior, this place we call Earth, would not be here.&lt;br /&gt; Merry Christmas ( I say Merry Christmas) and Happy Reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-1832178248495083880?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/1832178248495083880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=1832178248495083880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1832178248495083880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1832178248495083880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/11/letters-to-santa.html' title='Letters to Santa'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-4860531755579453966</id><published>2010-11-08T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T13:50:08.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of Christ</title><content type='html'>I bought this CD this spring, when I was on the Deseret Book website. I had never heard it before, but honestly, I knew I could not go wrong. I highly recommend this CD to all music lovers. AMAZING. Anyway, the first song is a new rendition of Joy to the World, and I love to sing it. Ask Nick, we listen to track one at least two or three times before we move onto the rest of the cd. I even have the kids trained to listen for my cue to sing. The first line goes like this, "Sing Joy, to the World, the Christ is come. Let earth receive her King." Anyway, I love it, love it. So, the other day, I was listening to the cd (shocking) and one of the tracks is completely a piano solo. Gorgeous. I want to do that so bad. I will play my fingers on whatever is in front of me, like I am playing the piano. I respect musically talented people, especially those who can play the piano. I LOVE THE PIANO so much it is not even funny. So, after the song was over, I said to Nick, " I AM BUYING A PIANO!!" I am not even going to think twice about it, I am buying one. We don't have the space, but, I think with a little creativity, and shuffeling, I know just the right spot. They have a baby grand piano keyboard at Costco, that sounds really close to a piano for $1350, so I said, if I haven't found one that I love, when tax time comes around, I will buy that one. Probably not, because if I am going to spend the money, I will get real piano, not an electric one, but I was just trying to show Nick how much I really wanted a piano. &lt;br /&gt; I took lessons many moons ago from my grandma, but I lost interest. I am still kicking myself for that. My dear friend, Toshia, plays, and I admire her for that. I tell people if they can play, they hold a place in my heart. Maybe Toshia will teach me. I teach the music in primary on Sundays, and since having this calling, I am now on my third pianist. Either, they all hate me and ask to be released, or their talents are needed elsewhere. My friend, Maryjan Munger, is now playing for me, and I adore her. I have learned so much from her in these past few months and I thank her. I miss Toshia, but we still get to see each other from time to time:) The YW thought they needed her, whatever!!&lt;br /&gt; So, once I get my piano, I will start to play and play and play. I will have my kids learn to play if they so choose. I have looked on craigslist, and some people were even giving some away for free, so if I can snag a decent on for FREE that would be even better. I will just have to convince Nick and some other strong and burly men to help him move it. It will be lovely. It will be divine. I just hope I don't get my hopes up!:) &lt;br /&gt;Happy Reading, and hopefully, happy piano playing soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, buy this cd. it is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-4860531755579453966?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/4860531755579453966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=4860531755579453966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4860531755579453966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4860531755579453966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/11/reflections-of-christ.html' title='Reflections of Christ'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-9181941137385080733</id><published>2010-11-06T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:39:17.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thankfulness</title><content type='html'>below you will find short blurps on our four children. Each has their own post. Please scroll down and read a little bit about them. just some thoughts on their greatness, and this being November, and me being their mom, I thought I would share what I am thankful for!!! I say "thank you" to them!!!&lt;br /&gt;happy reading&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-9181941137385080733?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/9181941137385080733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=9181941137385080733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/9181941137385080733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/9181941137385080733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankfulness.html' title='thankfulness'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-7514766197304190073</id><published>2010-11-06T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:37:38.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DASHER PAUL DURANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TNYrjwD3KgI/AAAAAAAAA20/-ajs3qG0bmM/s1600/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TNYrjwD3KgI/AAAAAAAAA20/-ajs3qG0bmM/s400/083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536660685095119362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first! Nick and I were so excited to be parents. I was so scared when we went in for our final dr appt, and then ended up admitting us! I was in a lot of pain, and only screamed one time! I was so overcome with love and happiness when they placed this little baby in my arms for the first time. My dream of being a mommy had come true. &lt;br /&gt; Now, he is eight. He was just recently baptized. He is becoming a man. First childs are so fun. Everything is new. No hand me downs, no "learing" from your older siblings. You are it, and there in no better person to be that IT person for our family than Dasher. Yes, his name is Dasher, and yes, he is named after the reindeer. Seriously, if you are asking these questions you shouldn't be reading my blog. YOU should have already known that, so go blog stalk somewhere else:) Just kidding stay, and learn more.&lt;br /&gt; Dasher was the best baby, and child ever. He was super handsome, good eater, not the best sleeper, but he was happy all the time. He hardly ever cried, and was an overall champion. He loves to read. He loves to write stories, play soccer and build with legos. He loves to be with his mommy, and is not afraid to hug me at the bus stop in front of the other kids. He is a picky eater now though, but we are making progress! He is clever. He is not afraid to be in front of people, singing, talking or what not. He will melt your heart with his "i love yous" I am proud when I see him. He WILL be a great person!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-7514766197304190073?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/7514766197304190073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=7514766197304190073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7514766197304190073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7514766197304190073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/11/dasher-paul-durant.html' title='DASHER PAUL DURANT'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TNYrjwD3KgI/AAAAAAAAA20/-ajs3qG0bmM/s72-c/083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-1487001956343108645</id><published>2010-11-06T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:29:50.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EMMAH LOUISE DURANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TNYpuG92IHI/AAAAAAAAA2s/J6qZh-w9wus/s1600/471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TNYpuG92IHI/AAAAAAAAA2s/J6qZh-w9wus/s400/471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536658664019337330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 25, 2004 around 8:45 am here is a funny conversation between NICK, myself, and Dr. Ribbink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR: "well, dad, do you want to tell her?"&lt;br /&gt;NICK: " it is a girl, she is a girl!!"&lt;br /&gt;ME: "what? well, then what is she going to wear to Candi's wedding?"&lt;br /&gt;Okay, some might have to re read this one. You see, at 20 weeks gestation at the ever famous, find the sex of your baby ultrasound, our lovely, (more like lame) technician told us this, "well, I am saying 60% chance a boy"&lt;br /&gt; thanks genius for upping our chances by 10%.&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I were prepared for another boy, so we bought NOTHING. I am serious, NOTHING. We had just planned on using stuff from Dasher, so when I heard these words, "SHE IS A GIRL!" I was caught completely off guard!&lt;br /&gt; Now, six years later, here she is. She's beautiful, she's gorgeous, she's a diva, through and through. Holy cow, this "woman" (that's my nick name for her, and Lucy is lady) is just fabulous. I love that she is fiesty, caring, loving, funny, and moody all rolled into one! She is so much like me, so says my parents. And sometimes, I watch and listen and she is just like me now. She is a nurturing soul. She is responsible. She is Emmah with an "H" It is fun having girls, and even more fun, when they are spitting images and personalities of yourself. I love her. She is creative and artistic. She is clever and cunning. She is our Lou Lou!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-1487001956343108645?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/1487001956343108645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=1487001956343108645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1487001956343108645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1487001956343108645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/11/emmah-louise-durant.html' title='EMMAH LOUISE DURANT'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TNYpuG92IHI/AAAAAAAAA2s/J6qZh-w9wus/s72-c/471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-6272895634170580778</id><published>2010-11-06T21:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:22:03.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOSSTON NICHOLAS DURANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TNYn7sMNGMI/AAAAAAAAA2k/HdzKZ-MTLVE/s1600/375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TNYn7sMNGMI/AAAAAAAAA2k/HdzKZ-MTLVE/s400/375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536656698326718658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't believe in reincarnation, I don't even know if that is how you spell it, but this kid here, is the funniest thing ever. I feel that he is a mini dad and mom put into one. I used to joke with people about how Nick and my children were turn out saying things like, "oy, they are doomed," and "I hope people around them have a good sense of humor!" You see, Nick and I are two of a kind. More like we were definetly made for each other. Well, you should know, because if you're reading my blog, you should know us, so I will just save that topic for another post.&lt;br /&gt; Okay, so Bosston was born on Emmah's third birthday. For those who are still having babies, THREE years is a great space of time in between siblings. I highly recommend three years! From the beginning he was a pleasure. A little clingy, (Okay, a lot of clingy) but I tell you this, he can bring a smile to a room faster than anyone else, I will challenge this. He has a way with people when he is among them. He wants to be a leader, he leads now at the age of three and a half. He is smart, witty, and overall a fun human being to be around. If you have had the opportunity and pleasure to hear him tell his scary stories, ("once upon a time, there was a kid walking down the same scary street".... enter your ending here.) or heard him singing, "We will ROCK you" at the top of his lungs in CHURCH, or even seen and heard his sweet spirit as he recites the First Article of Faith, then you know what I am saying. One can only smile when he is near!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-6272895634170580778?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/6272895634170580778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=6272895634170580778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/6272895634170580778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/6272895634170580778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/11/bosston-nicholas-durant.html' title='BOSSTON NICHOLAS DURANT'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TNYn7sMNGMI/AAAAAAAAA2k/HdzKZ-MTLVE/s72-c/375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-1692524353470030567</id><published>2010-11-06T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:13:44.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCY EDITH DURANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TNYmRMfMhPI/AAAAAAAAA2c/xopGloY7QT4/s1600/250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TNYmRMfMhPI/AAAAAAAAA2c/xopGloY7QT4/s400/250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536654868750304498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish everyone in the world could meet this little lady. First of all, don't you just love this white trash hat she is wearing. While on vacation with my parents this summer, we found this hat at some random gift shop, and once my dad put it on her head, she totally posed! LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, Lucy is 18 months old. I have a hard time remembering that she is the last, and that I should really treasure all of the things she is doing. Only thing is, she does so many funny things, and is constantly getting into stuff, and what not, that I just have to remember to breathe through out the day. Honestly though, she is such a joy in our family. I will put this truthfully on this blog, because it's mine, and I am not ashamed, and this just might help some of my mommy readers: When we found out that we were pregnant with number four, I was horrified. I didn't want anymore kids, I was happy, I was content; but now I eat my words. SHE IS GREAT, and we love her more and more every day, hour and minute. She was not the best baby, but she has become a great toddler. I love to watch her learn, play, and even get into mischief. She follows Emmah around everywhere she goes, and if you want to see the most precious thing, just take her down the baby doll isle at the store. I love her, I love her, I LOVE HER!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-1692524353470030567?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/1692524353470030567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=1692524353470030567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1692524353470030567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1692524353470030567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/11/lucy-edith-durant.html' title='LUCY EDITH DURANT'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TNYmRMfMhPI/AAAAAAAAA2c/xopGloY7QT4/s72-c/250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-8709595482809702970</id><published>2010-11-01T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T12:42:33.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TM8WCKwjIYI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/6lWdiKQQFP0/s1600/fun+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TM8WCKwjIYI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/6lWdiKQQFP0/s400/fun+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534666693565161858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Knight 2010!! Who would've thought that dollar store pieces would bring such a kick to our halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TM8VaPudgCI/AAAAAAAAA2I/7ZKkz9WNypk/s1600/fun+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TM8VaPudgCI/AAAAAAAAA2I/7ZKkz9WNypk/s400/fun+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534666007703814178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmah started the month out with wanting to be a Rodeo Princess, hence the glittered flower on her hat; but when daddy said he would buy her some guns, she quickly changed her mind to just a a cowgirl. I must say, for not buying any actual costumes, accessories alone added up quickly. Our dress up suitcase in now overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TM8U8FBerhI/AAAAAAAAA2A/_OhXBAhigrQ/s1600/fun+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TM8U8FBerhI/AAAAAAAAA2A/_OhXBAhigrQ/s400/fun+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534665489434717714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheriff Bosston was ready to save the night from anyone trying to take his candy. He only changed his mind four different times and finally decided to be a Sheriff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TM8UgiOQNRI/AAAAAAAAA14/0t5O_82CUYc/s1600/fun+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TM8UgiOQNRI/AAAAAAAAA14/0t5O_82CUYc/s400/fun+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534665016236586258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy made her first trick or treat debut as a fairy princess! She was ready to pose for the camera and get treats all night long!!!!&lt;br /&gt; So, for Halloween being on Sunday this year, our kids scored. NO, we did NOT trick or treat on Sunday, but with the trunk or treat the night before, and a Halloween dinner at grandma's house, we have enough candy to share. PLEASE come over and take some!!! It rained, and rained some more all weekend long. Soccer games were cold, muddy and wet. Luckily, we only have one more for Emmah and two more for Dasher. I am so happy the season is finally coming to an end. The kids' have enjoyed themselves, but Emmah has decided not to play next year, and instead she wants to enroll in the YOUNG REMBRANDTS art classes. She wanted to do that this year, but we found out about too late. She is our artists, and we will support her. Dasher on the other hand wishes SOCCER season never ended. He could play and play. We've thought about doing indoor, but there is nowhere close to play, so we will just continue to play with him in the off season. His team won their first game on Saturday... 10-1. It was a great day to be on our team, and the players are really learing. I was telling Nick, that their team is the only team that is actually playing positions instead of a group of kids chasing a ball. YAY for them.&lt;br /&gt; Holidays are coming up, and I love this time of year. I am really looking forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas!! Nick and I get into it, and we were already planning when to do the outside lights, when to get the tree, and we have already purchased one new nativity, I have plans to purchase one more this week, and my dear friend Toshia gave me some really cute Christmas blocks!!! She rocks and I will plug her right now on my blog! www.vinyldesignsbytoshia.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt; I have been riding the bike more and more, rain or shine! I finished the Hunger Game books, awhile ago, but I couldn't remember if I blogged about that. Just finished GOOSE GIRL, and I have decided to revisit the Harry Potter books! &lt;br /&gt; Oh yeah, Dasher's cub scout gear cost us $73. Crazy!&lt;br /&gt; Until next time, Happy Reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-8709595482809702970?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/8709595482809702970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=8709595482809702970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/8709595482809702970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/8709595482809702970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TM8WCKwjIYI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/6lWdiKQQFP0/s72-c/fun+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-4135572037959715</id><published>2010-10-10T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:35:33.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dasher Paul Durant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TLKE1Ns4njI/AAAAAAAAA1w/jT4-7VrST4k/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TLKE1Ns4njI/AAAAAAAAA1w/jT4-7VrST4k/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526625742482873906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could be prouder. Today, our oldest son, Dasher, made the decision to be baptized into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I am so happy that he has made this choice. I know by making this choice, he will be guided, protected, and will hold fast to the Iron Rod. &lt;br /&gt;I have a testimony of the fullness of the Gospel. I know this to be true. I feel the guidance of our Loving Heavenly Father, as I make choices for my children and family. Tonight was a lovely baptism. We sang primary songs, both grandmas gave wonderful talks; Nick baptized him, my dad confirmed him, and Dasher sang a solo. His little high pitched eight year old voice sang testimony. Families Can Be Together Forever. If we live our lives with purpose, service, love, and dedication, we will be an Eternal Family. &lt;br /&gt;Dasher will be a great Man someday, this I know. &lt;br /&gt;Happy Reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-4135572037959715?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/4135572037959715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=4135572037959715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4135572037959715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4135572037959715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/10/dasher-paul-durant.html' title='Dasher Paul Durant'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TLKE1Ns4njI/AAAAAAAAA1w/jT4-7VrST4k/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-6947235174471543351</id><published>2010-10-10T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:29:01.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as promised a photo of the cake:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TLKEIC8SwSI/AAAAAAAAA1o/bp-qpeZjvzA/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TLKEIC8SwSI/AAAAAAAAA1o/bp-qpeZjvzA/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526624966500598050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, the cake turned out great. So great, that I was only offering pieces to adults first. I thought the kids could have the cookies, brownies, and muffins, and leave the GOOD stuff for us. So yummy. The piece in the corner was taken out for Paige, she can't have nuts, and by looking at the piece compared to the others, I think she got the biggest piece. It was a great treat!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-6947235174471543351?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/6947235174471543351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=6947235174471543351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/6947235174471543351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/6947235174471543351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/10/as-promised-photo-of-cake.html' title='as promised a photo of the cake:'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TLKEIC8SwSI/AAAAAAAAA1o/bp-qpeZjvzA/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-4810844835517177585</id><published>2010-10-09T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:33:38.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Cake</title><content type='html'>I made this banana cake for the very first time last week for my scentsy party, and it was such a hit, that I thought I would post the recipe!!!&lt;br /&gt;prep time: 20 minutes, bake time: 35 minutes, cool time: 2HOURS Oven at 350&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 1/4 cups all purpose flour (sifted)&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup mashed ripe bananas (about 3)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 buttermilk or sour milk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup shortening&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;** I always sift my flour, it makes for lighter cakes, and cookies. Most recipes don't call for sifted flour, but I have found that the finished product turns out nicer.&lt;br /&gt;** If you don't have buttermilk, you can add 1 tablespoon of lemon juice to the milk and let it set for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;** I really mash my bananas too, almost like baby food.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;1. Grease and flour pans.&lt;br /&gt;2. In a large mixing bowl stir together flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt.  Add bananas, milk, shortening, and vanilla. Beat until combined. I use my kitchen aid. Add eggs, (one at a time to mix) Pour into pans. &lt;br /&gt;3. Bake in a 350 degree oven for 25-30 minutes for round pans, or 35 minutes for sheet pan. Cool cake completely. I put my cake in the fridge. Frost with frosting. I used a cream cheese frosting... recipe to follow.&lt;br /&gt;YUMMO!!!! If you try baking it for yourself, let me know what you thought!!!&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Cream cheese frosting&lt;br /&gt;1. Beat together 6 ounces of SOFTENED cream cheese, 1/2 cup butter SOFTENED, and 2 teaspoons vanilla. ( I leave my cheese and butter out for about 2 hours.) Gradually add 2 cups SIFTED powdered sugar, beating well. Continue beating in 2 1/2 to 2 3/4 cups SIFTED powdered sugar until you reach the frosting consistency. Frost the cake and store in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;** VERY IMPORTANT** for a smooth frosting, the powdered sugar MUST be SIFTED. You will get lumpy frosting if you do not. If you need to thin the frosting, add a splash of milk, but be careful, a little goes a LONG way.&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!!&lt;br /&gt;I plan on making this cake tomorrow, so I will post the picture!! I also add chopped walnuts to the top, but that is optional. Don't worry Paige, I will take your slice out, before I add the nuts.&lt;br /&gt; Happy Baking, and as always, Happy Reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-4810844835517177585?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/4810844835517177585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=4810844835517177585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4810844835517177585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4810844835517177585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/10/banana-cake.html' title='Banana Cake'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-8354779428504193392</id><published>2010-10-04T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T07:23:49.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer, soccer, and more soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TKyGFLBMtsI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Rsd76q-0Bnw/s1600/fun+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TKyGFLBMtsI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Rsd76q-0Bnw/s400/fun+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524938266292041410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy, vay, what a busy school year thus far. The kids are really loving school, and I am loving the entire day with just the two little ones at home. Soccer has been going great. Dasher was moved up to U9 and they won their first game this past weekend. Emmah is better than I thought. She is loving the game, and I am "okay" with coaching. I am ready for the season to be over, so I can start focusing on Christmas projects. I have some ideas, but one step at a time. No burning the midnight oil this year. Above are just some pictures from past games. Emmah really does make a cute player. Okay, so I wanted to put more pictures up, but blogger is being stubborn this morning, so just one will have to do for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-8354779428504193392?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/8354779428504193392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=8354779428504193392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/8354779428504193392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/8354779428504193392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/10/soccer-soccer-and-more-soccer.html' title='Soccer, soccer, and more soccer'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TKyGFLBMtsI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Rsd76q-0Bnw/s72-c/fun+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-4459499290450873294</id><published>2010-10-04T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T07:51:25.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>So, with fall being here, I wanted to make a fun new wreath and table top. This is what I made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TKnpm1bJwaI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Qn68a39t48w/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TKnpm1bJwaI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Qn68a39t48w/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524203271331889570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TKnpmrDGh5I/AAAAAAAAA08/o_QoUZj5J4s/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TKnpmrDGh5I/AAAAAAAAA08/o_QoUZj5J4s/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524203268546660242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These decorations, using candy corn, were really simple and cheap to make. You can find all the how to's in this month's issue of Womans Day. They are fun!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-4459499290450873294?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/4459499290450873294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=4459499290450873294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4459499290450873294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4459499290450873294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TKnpm1bJwaI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Qn68a39t48w/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-3945598702465702559</id><published>2010-09-19T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T19:20:27.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a trip to Toys R Us</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, 9-18-10, we decided to go walk around Toys R Us. Honestly, don't know why, but that is where we headed after our long day of soccer games. Funny, Nick and I wanted to go do something, but the kids just wanted to stay home and watch High School Musical 2. So, while we were walking around looking at the girl toys, and then the boy toys, the kids wanted to play in the powerwheel cars. I remember as a kid going to the toy store and pretending to drive those cars, and now here I am being the mom who gets to drag all four of her kids out of the cars. &lt;br /&gt; We were just rounding an isle, when we came upon a GODZILLA toy, and without hesitation, Dasher exclaims, "look gorgonzola!!" So cute, and funny, a yummy cheese, not a scary lizard thing. SSHH, he didn't want us to tell anybody, but I had to write it down to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, while at the store, I came upon my favorite Christmas present ever. Matel, has brought back some of the more popular barbies from long ago, and there she was, Peaches and Cream. I almost cried. Mostly because I remember playing with my very own, and also, because they were asking almost $50 and I knew I just could not ever pay that much for a toy, especially a toy for me. It was a fun trip and the kids' Santa list just got bigger and more complex. We have to start early... we don't go hog wild, but it sure is fun to see the LIGHT on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-3945598702465702559?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/3945598702465702559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=3945598702465702559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3945598702465702559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3945598702465702559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/09/trip-to-toys-r-us.html' title='a trip to Toys R Us'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-6938367075296162088</id><published>2010-09-15T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T06:50:05.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Chaos has struck</title><content type='html'>Last night, my sister, Aubrey, and I went to Relief Society. We had a wonderful woman speak to us. "Finding the Authentic YOU!" We both needed to hear it, we both listened, noted, and came home inspired.&lt;br /&gt; Nick had all the kids in bed, so I nestled right down next to him. Snuggled for a bit, then closed my eyes. Then the alarm went off... for Nick. YES! I can still sleep, and sleep I did. I glanced at the clock, 6:19, okay, NOW I NEED TO GET UP FAST!!&lt;br /&gt; I tip toe to Dasher's room, only to find that NOTHING has been laid out. You see, each of them share a bedroom with their younger sibling, so the night before, they are SUPPOSED to have their clothes, shoes, and backpack all laid out at the end of their bed, so when I do wake them up, I scoop the stuff up, drop the clothes off in the bathroom, and the backpack and shoes, to the front room. So, here I am tiptoeing in Dasher and Bosston's room, CAN'T find what "HE" wants to wear (not the morning to get a fashion opinion) when Bosston pops his head up. I whisper, "Just lay back down buddy..." and he does, and Dasher takes his clothes to the bathroom, showers and gets dressed.&lt;br /&gt; In the meantime, I have to do the SAME routine in Emmah and Lucy's room; only their room creeks. Every floor board plays a different tune it seems like, so you have to use extra stealth. I push the door, CREEK, I slide through, RUSTLE, make my way to her dresser, which she has crammed shut, (sometimes having them put their clothes away is not the answer) Find her pants, shirts, when I look up, and low and behold, their she is. Our beautiful, and surprisingly cheery daughter. I try to avoid making eye contact, but this is what she mumbles, "hi mama" So, 6:29, Lucy is awake. There is my chaos (pronounced KAY- OS, not CH A OS) Long story, ask Nick some time!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; Happy Reading, and Happy Wednesday... cheers to the morning routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, Dasher's soccer team was promoted up to the next level. Maybe a coach complained of another team complained about their skill level, or their height, but now, instead of U7, Dasher now plays U9, with goalies, and real referees!!!! [proud mom moment]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-6938367075296162088?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/6938367075296162088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=6938367075296162088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/6938367075296162088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/6938367075296162088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/09/morning-chaos-has-struck.html' title='Morning Chaos has struck'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-5457499699371154238</id><published>2010-09-11T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:16:15.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't cook your food!"</title><content type='html'>First things first, if you have ever had bad service at a resturant, then please read this post. If you have always been blessed with good service, consider yourself lucky, but please feel free to read on. Let us begin.&lt;br /&gt;To complete my birthday celebration (yes, I celebrate as much as possible, and this year found myself celebrating for three days) I had planned a triple date with some great people. All I wanted was a fun night out, good food, good company, and just another excuse to celebrate my birthday. My birthday is a really big deal to me, and I just love the attention. If you didn't already know that, you don't really know me, and you probably shouldn't be reading my blog. Anyway, I had gone through many different places to eat, read reviews, menus, and whatnot, and finally decided on McMennamins Roadhouse. We pass by this place each time we go to my brother's house, and I always comment on how much I want to go there. Just ask Nick, I really do, each and everytime.. on the way to and from! So, I finally had my chance. I looked them, tried to make a reservation, but was told on the phone they don't take reservations for parties less than 10. That should've been my clue, NOT to go there. &lt;br /&gt; So, tonight was the night. I bought a new blouse, which I am really not to fond of, dressed up, and we were out the door. Joining us for what I thought was going to be fabulous night were our friends, Paul and Kate Thomas, and Jared and Julie Bradfield.&lt;br /&gt; When we showed up, we saw this sign at the front: Please Seat Yourself. Where was I, a roadside diner? It smelled of cigarette smoke, thankfully Oregon is smoke free, but the doors were wide open and people were smoking right there. I do not handle smoke very well, so we seated ourselves far enough from the door, but close enough so we could see the TV. Oregon and Tennessee were playing. &lt;br /&gt; Our waitress brings our menus, and literally disappears. We don't see her, or at least she doesn't see us for like 30 minutes. A bit ridiculous. We order appetizers, which to be honest tasted really good. Hummus plate, and spinach artichoke dip. Nick ordered tater tots. I love him so much. &lt;br /&gt; Ooh a table closer to the game opens up, so we ask our waitress, who I forgot to mention is wearing a stained and dingy white t-shirt, random jeans, her hair is pulle back in a long braided ponytail (like a horse tail) and get this, she is wearing sunglasses on top of her head. WHO DOES THAT? our waitress. Okay, she said it was fine that moved tables, so we did. We arrived at 20 after 6, it is now 7, we have had NO refills, our ordered has yet been taken, and she is avoiding eye contact with any of us. I flagged her down, and I think she just crusted us over. &lt;br /&gt; So, we FINALLY order, I got the fish and chips. I find myself ordering random things, like when we were in SD I ordered chicken fried steak. Anyway, we place our orders, only to find ourselves waiting AGAIN. It is a good thing we found things to talk about, like my new bow, shooting, kids, blah blah you know, usual conversation pieces. Then Jared, flags the waitress after about 30 more minutes of waiting, and says this:&lt;br /&gt;J: "do you know how much longer?"&lt;br /&gt;W: " well, I don't cook your food!"&lt;br /&gt; read that last line again... she really said this. I am not joking or adding, this was word for word from her mouth. A person who is "working for her tips"&lt;br /&gt;J: "well, we are on a time crunch, with other plans, can you figure it out"&lt;br /&gt;W: " I will go see."&lt;br /&gt; at this point I wanted to punch her in the face and leave. &lt;br /&gt;W:" your food is next in line."&lt;br /&gt;Next in line for what, a stamp, saying, "service given by the most irritating waitress on payroll."&lt;br /&gt;So, my fries were cold, but I was just so hungry, it wasn't even worth sending it back. We are chatting, eating, laughing, and I go to take the last bite of my coleslaw, which had great flavor, once it reaches my mouth, I realize that it was not coleslaw, so I take my napkin to my mouth, spit out the item, to find a piece of wrapper of some sort, not small, rather large. &lt;br /&gt; I call a staff member over, who gets the manager, who apologizes, comps my meal, brings me a new plate (all within 4 min) We complain about our flighty waitress, who then asks us how everything is... Oh my she was just so slow, or something.&lt;br /&gt; We pay, but leave NO TIP. None of us, she deserved nothing, not a penny, she deserved a comment from me, but Nick wouldn't let me. I really didn't need to say anything, she knew she was doing a bad job, she was just so crazy!&lt;br /&gt; The night ended with cold stone ice cream, and good laughs on the way home. &lt;br /&gt;Oy vay NEVER GO TO MCMENNAMINS ROADHOUSE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; happy reading, and welcome to any and all new readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-5457499699371154238?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/5457499699371154238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=5457499699371154238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/5457499699371154238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/5457499699371154238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dont-cook-your-food.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t cook your food!&quot;'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-6191605985738166467</id><published>2010-09-11T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T07:14:55.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>left to right: Lorna, Aubrey, Julie, Heidi, Toshia, baby Reagan, Kate, and Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TIuOomZKTAI/AAAAAAAAA00/Qafv-RCfryk/s1600/225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TIuOomZKTAI/AAAAAAAAA00/Qafv-RCfryk/s400/225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515658996797295618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies night at The Dockside: This year, Julie and I thought about inviting some other ladies to celebrate our night together. We usually do something just the two of us, but we love these ladies so much, we said, "hey come on over!!" Nothing too fancy, just a bunch of fun girls laughing, chatting, and eating some really expensive cheesecake. Our poor waitress was tired, pregnant, and wanting to go home, but she prevailed, and we had a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TIuOChQo1CI/AAAAAAAAA0s/bkUsM9iIz5o/s1600/224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TIuOChQo1CI/AAAAAAAAA0s/bkUsM9iIz5o/s400/224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515658342584341538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-6191605985738166467?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/6191605985738166467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=6191605985738166467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/6191605985738166467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/6191605985738166467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/09/left-to-right-lorna-aubrey-julie-heidi.html' title=''/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TIuOomZKTAI/AAAAAAAAA00/Qafv-RCfryk/s72-c/225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-2728051946408870669</id><published>2010-09-11T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T07:10:45.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>very Happy Birthday indeed!!</title><content type='html'>Thank you to all my readers, and friends for making it such a great birthday via the web!!. The day was just great, Nick kissing my good-bye:) sending the kids to school, spending the day with my sister, starting projects, picking flowers, eating lunch, it was just great!!!! We had pizza for dinner, watched Marmaduke, opened presents (listed below), ate Snickers Blizzard ice cream cake, put the kids to bed, watched Killers, while I ate my bunch crunch. What a fabulous day. I am now 29, I did not want my birthday to end, but nonetheless, it did. I still find and hear Bosston singing the happy birthday song to me. He is such a great little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this year, if anyone is wondering, because of a post on my other blog, Nick still did a good job: bike trailer (this is what I asked for, even though he told me countless times to just buy it, but they are so expensive, I couldn't justify it, so I said, "just get it for me for my birthday") 6th season of the best show ever, The Office, and I think a lot of this gift was for Nick, and he justified buying it, because it is spendy too, by getting it for me for my birthday. And lastly, Nick surprised me with a Genesis brand Bow and arrows. I know, how much fun is that? It is a blast. I love it so much. I got my archery bead while at girls camp and have beeen dying to do it again. I am so not any good, but it is so much fun and to hear that arrow whip and rip in the air as it buzzes past is AWESOME!!! LOVE IT LOVE IT. Until next year, Happy Reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-2728051946408870669?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/2728051946408870669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=2728051946408870669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/2728051946408870669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/2728051946408870669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/09/very-happy-birthday-indeed.html' title='very Happy Birthday indeed!!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-1895170615000800281</id><published>2010-09-08T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T08:06:58.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Individual shots</title><content type='html'>Emmah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TIel8FinexI/AAAAAAAAA0k/TEpH6cp9wB8/s1600/472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TIel8FinexI/AAAAAAAAA0k/TEpH6cp9wB8/s400/472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514558720436566802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TIellEQa83I/AAAAAAAAA0c/Xrh79VOPjY0/s1600/470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TIellEQa83I/AAAAAAAAA0c/Xrh79VOPjY0/s400/470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514558324954821490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-1895170615000800281?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/1895170615000800281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=1895170615000800281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1895170615000800281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1895170615000800281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/09/individual-shots.html' title='Individual shots'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TIel8FinexI/AAAAAAAAA0k/TEpH6cp9wB8/s72-c/472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-945794136548861339</id><published>2010-09-08T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T08:00:58.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my darlings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TIek6jg1k2I/AAAAAAAAA0U/e6XWSWjJwR8/s1600/469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TIek6jg1k2I/AAAAAAAAA0U/e6XWSWjJwR8/s400/469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514557594610799458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasher sporting his "joe cool look" and Emmah, loving her skirt and sweater blouse. So grown up, it is crazy*****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-945794136548861339?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/945794136548861339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=945794136548861339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/945794136548861339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/945794136548861339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/09/check-out-my-darlings.html' title='Check out my darlings!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TIek6jg1k2I/AAAAAAAAA0U/e6XWSWjJwR8/s72-c/469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-3828245894985847323</id><published>2010-09-08T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T07:49:03.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was the First Day of School.</title><content type='html'>Like the night before Christmas, the kids were really hyper. Mostly, because we had a great last day of summer, filled with a lunch outing, a little shopping, and stopping by to get a treat, and the other reason... FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. Yes, the whole house was excited, so excited, I found myself a little sad, and even considered buying a puppy. We stopped and looked at baby hound puppies, and this little gal was too cute all snuggled up in my neck, not all crazy like most puppies. Truth be told, and I don't even know if Nick reads this blog, but if I would've either had the checkbook, or $200 in cash, we probably would've walked home with a new member to our family. Today, now that that the newness of the first day of school has come and gone, so has that feeling. Man am I glad I never have cash!*!*&lt;br /&gt; So, the day went and it was great. No troubles waking up Emmah, who has the habit of being grumpy if woken before 9 am. She hopped out of bed, took her shower, got dressed, and even smiled and kissed me good-bye. Funny, Dasher said he was nervous, but not Emmah. She is too much like me. She wants to get out there, make friends, and have a good time. Hopefully, this personality will stick with her, she is such a delight, and a fun person to be around. Of course, she has her moments, but so do I!&lt;br /&gt; After the bus took my children to school, I still had two others, nestled in their beds. I had to wake them so they could go to my friends house for a few hours. My friend and I, started a swap. First Tuesday of the month, Bosston and Lucy go to play with Mark. Third Tuesday of the month, Mark comes to play with us. She offered to take Lucy, I was just going to send Bosston, but she wanted me to be able to have all the time to myself. I cleaned, grocery shopped, and caught up on blogs. I love my blogs, and sometimes they go unread, or unposted. It was heavenly. I found myself checking the clock toward the end of the time, because I was bored. Holy cow, did I just type that? I was bored?! Weird, so does not happen often, especially in an empty, clean house!:)&lt;br /&gt; 2:30 time to get the kids, and by 2:50, the bus was finally dropping them off. First day always take longer, I should've remembered. No more quiet house, chattering and tales of the day took place. Sounds like they loved it!!&lt;br /&gt; Soccer practice in the rain and mud. LOVE IT. We had such a great time, and the night was topped off with Back to School Dinner. The kids' favorite: homemade fried chicken, mashed potatoes, with homemade gravy from the drippings, (none of that packet stuff for us) and corn!!! Yummo!&lt;br /&gt; My allergies were on fire, and Nick had a sore throat. He better get to feeling better, because tomorrow is my birthday, and we have plans all weekend long! Or really, I have plans, he just gets to join me on Saturday night:) So, with us feeling all tuckered out, kids in bed at 8pm, Nick 9pm and for some reason, I stayed up watching GLEE (which whatever, I can take or leave that show) so I turned it off, and hopped into bed at 9:45. Now, here's to another productive, and successful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. my allergies were because I recently discovered I am allergic to waking up at 5:35 am!!! and Sundays, I always sneeze like crazy on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. I took pictures yesterday of Dasher and Emmah in their gear, but I used Nick's camera, so wish me luck on uploading, and I will post them!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Reading&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-3828245894985847323?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/3828245894985847323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=3828245894985847323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3828245894985847323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3828245894985847323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-was-first-day-of-school.html' title='It was the First Day of School.'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-3222743651102518152</id><published>2010-09-02T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T20:42:08.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd and 1st grade</title><content type='html'>We are really moving up in the world, and in just a couple of days, all day school, for Dasher and Emmah. No more fussing with half day kindergarten for us!!! This is a very good thing. We met the teachers tonight, Emmah: Mrs. Hunter; Dasher: Mr. Page. He is pretty stoked about having a guy teacher. He feels extra macho this evening. Both of the kids are so ready to get back in the swing of things. With school, is also coming chore charts. They are in the midst of being put together, but I have come to the conclusion that my children need responsibility, and frankly, I am sick of picking up their things. So, I will let you know how the whole chart thing goes!&lt;br /&gt; Back to school, back to school, to prove to dad I'm not a fool. My lunch is packed, my boots tied tight, I hope I don't get in a fight. I love back to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-3222743651102518152?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/3222743651102518152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=3222743651102518152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3222743651102518152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3222743651102518152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/09/2nd-and-1st-grade.html' title='2nd and 1st grade'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-4477802415523248514</id><published>2010-08-29T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:33:54.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting my blessings</title><content type='html'>Oh, my, what a crazy Sunday. I thought this day was supposed to be a day of rest. Well, it usually is filled with church, then lunch, a movie, followed by a nap, dinner, and being with the family. Today, I just wasn't feeling it.&lt;br /&gt; I woke up in a fine mood. The air was chilled, the house was cleaned, and my stuff for primary was set to go. So, why was I feeling blah? I need a new Sunday wardrobe. I can only rotate so many blouses with so many skirts, and I need some new Sunday shoes. But, I found something to wear, decked my kids out, and off we went. Lucy was horrid. Oh my goodness. She would not sit still, she screamed, fell, and bit her cheek, got blood on Nick's white shirt, and screamed so loud, everyone was staring. Not really, but in times like that you just feel like everyone is watching.&lt;br /&gt; I made the conscious decision to leave after the first hour. Fortunately, Marianne Opdahl said she would take care of music for me, so home for a nap, is where we went. Or, so I thought. That chick slept for 20 minutes, that was it. So, for two hours, I got to entertain her at home. I thought about going back to church, but I had already changed, and my jeans and long sleeved tee, just felt so comfy. I know, August, and I was sporting jeans and a long sleeved tee.&lt;br /&gt; The rest of the afternoon was filled with movie time and snuggling with the love of my life. If Bosston hadn't had an accident in his pants, Nick and I would've snuggled the rest of the day. We had a simple dinner, followed by a treat (trick or treat candy) and just lazed the day away. &lt;br /&gt; So, back to the title. I just checked a facebook post from Deseret News, on a Bishop in California who was shot and killed today. Why? No one knows the motive, but why would someone do that. How could someone hate a person so badly that they would seek their life. Eye for an eye at this time, and he was shot and killed by police not too much longer after he did this. I pray for the whole party involved. I pray for the family, who just lost their father, husband and friend. I pray for the ward, who just lost their Bishop, I pray for the man who did this, that he will be judged for his wrong doing. I pray for those who are lost, broken, crying, and afraid. I pray for those who are in mourning, for those who are rejoicing. I pray for my own family, as they are tucked away in bed, dreaming good dreams, and preparing for a new day. I pray for my husband, that he may find comfort, and strength in his calling as a father and husband. I pray for his job, that no misfortune may come to his company. I pray for myself, that I might find happiness in the small things. That I might laugh the laundry away, and love my children endlessly. I pray for you, my friends, and my readers. I pray that our friendship will only grow stronger, and that I can be an example to you, and that I can find a way to serve you. I count my blessings, the big, and the small. I am grateful for today. I am grateful for my Father in Heaven, my family here on earth, and for you. \&lt;br /&gt;Happy Reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-4477802415523248514?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/4477802415523248514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=4477802415523248514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4477802415523248514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/4477802415523248514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/08/counting-my-blessings.html' title='Counting my blessings'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-8378090139629206873</id><published>2010-08-28T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T20:34:37.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how hard is it to say our name?</title><content type='html'>Okay, people say this out loud, "DURANT" Good, now when you see this six letter word, I want you think of it like this... DUR like a nerdy guy saying "yes" and ANT like the black annoying insect that follows picnic baskets. &lt;br /&gt;Today, three times, someone said our last name like this, "DUR-UNT" it sounds so silly, and I hate correcting people. Growing up with the last name of WEEKS, I always had to spell it out, so people wouldn't spell it like this WEAKS. So, this is what a name conversation would be like, "yes, my name is Heidi, spelled, H E I D I, Weeks, spelled, W E E K S. Don't get me started on the spelling of my first name, that is a whole other blog entry. Now, that I am married, and my last name is DURANT, I still find myself spelling that out too... to many people out two Rs. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, so let's try this again... outloud now, "DUR-ANT" "DUR-ANT" faster, and put it all together... "DURANT!"  I am so proud of you. Now, next time we talk or see each other, we will get it right.&lt;br /&gt; Now, I could only forward this to the employees at Target, Claires, and Sears!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-8378090139629206873?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/8378090139629206873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=8378090139629206873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/8378090139629206873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/8378090139629206873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-hard-is-it-to-say-our-name.html' title='how hard is it to say our name?'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-2772826952540394513</id><published>2010-08-19T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T09:22:06.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put your hard hats on</title><content type='html'>Greetings fellow construction site visitors. As you can see, I am in middle of re-doing our blog. Our computer crashed, and we had to completely wipe everything out. All of our documents and pictures are now on seperate flash drives, so please bear with me while I clean this up. I will continue to post, but the pictures will be few and far between, as now, I have to remember which is which!!! &lt;br /&gt; Just a quick update, Emmah and Dasher have started a new soccer season, and this year we decided to go all out... I am coaching Emmah's team, and Nick is still coaching Dasher's team. How insane are we? You don't have to answer that outloud. I am really anxious for school to start up again, and start a new daily routine with only two. I am also happy that on the 1st and 3rd Tuesdays of each month, Bosston and his good friend, Mark, will get some fun playing time. Also, birthday plans are in the making. I love my birthday, and this year, I just know it will be AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt; That's it for now. Please continue to check and hopefully soon, the pictures will be back and updated and all will be well.&lt;br /&gt; Oh, and just in advance. Dasher will be baptized on October 9, and we are inviting all of our family and friends to share in this special day with us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-2772826952540394513?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/2772826952540394513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=2772826952540394513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/2772826952540394513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/2772826952540394513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/08/put-your-hard-hats-on.html' title='Put your hard hats on'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-1356317579127750459</id><published>2010-08-09T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T11:46:46.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of an Era</title><content type='html'>Good news for the Durants: On Sunday, Nick was released from the Young Mens Program after 4 years of service. He had done it all, starting with secretary, then released and put to Elders Quorum, then put back as YM president, and scout master. After that, he was released, put back in as 1st counselor, and scout high adventure where he has now been relieved of his duties. So, here is his new calling: Primary teacher, he will be teaching the 10 year old boys, and also the Webelo den leader. He is excited, I am excited to have him in primary, but he was just happy to move on. He is dedicated to his work, and I am thankful for that. I only hope that those boys don't scare him off, but maybe it should be the boys I am afraid for; I mean have you seen my husband? He's not the smallest person in the world. My secret, he really is just a teddy bear!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-1356317579127750459?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/1356317579127750459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=1356317579127750459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1356317579127750459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/1356317579127750459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/08/end-of-era.html' title='End of an Era'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-3561455308944868739</id><published>2010-08-09T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T11:42:36.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite things:</title><content type='html'>Well, I wanted to add pictures of my favorite things, but blogger was not letting me do so! boo to blogger. Anyway, I was thinking this past weekend, (while shopping for school) that I love this time of year, here's what I love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school supplies: I don't know what it is about a fresh pack of pens or beautifully sharpened crayons, but I love it. I love new notebooks, glue sticks, post it notes and everything in between. The best part: ON SALE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating lunch: while shopping, we had to eat lunch, and I love going to lunch. Sure, we eat out at dinner time everynow and then, but there is something different about the atmosphere, menu, and the behavior of the kids at lunch time. It really is a treat to go to lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbal Essence: this shampoo just brings back SO many memories. I remember when this shampoo was super popular (high school days) and how I loved the way it made my hair smell. I had REALLY long hair and there was something about the freshness behind the essence. It also reminds of my friend, Jessica. I used to spend much of time at her house, and this was the shampoo of choice! I love memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new jammies: I usually get new jammies around December 25, but on Saturday, I indulged. They are soft, and comfy and not to mention cute with a touch of sass. I love them so much, that at 8pm Saturday evening, I was already in them. Nick told me he better not come home and find me in them:) Note to self, change at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie days with my kids: we rented 3 movies this weekend, 2 for the family, 1 for us. Diary of a wimpy kid, laughed, so funny and cute; Barbie Mermaid okay this one was for the kids, and When in Rome... yummy Josh Duhamel. I love just watching movies with my kids, and I have to remember to add this, Nick found my favorite theater candy: buncha crunch. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nightly "talks" with Nick: mostly me just rambling, but I love the quiet time with us where we connect and reconnect after a crazy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiles on my kids' faces: this was a highlight of this past weekend. New clothes, shoes, supplies, and soccer stuff is a way to a kid's heart. I love my children so much, and I know these are just materialistic things, but they appreciate them, and they know that it took hard work, patience, and effort to get these things. We are wonderful children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least: Nick is my favorite:) and I love my blogs, and you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299742550736808423-3561455308944868739?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/3561455308944868739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=3561455308944868739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3561455308944868739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/3561455308944868739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-favorite-things.html' title='My favorite things:'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-320778463843507502</id><published>2010-07-21T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T11:22:47.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TEc69ev926I/AAAAAAAAA0E/MyvX_QvmmQ4/s1600/2010-06-27+Vacation+20101.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TEc69ev926I/AAAAAAAAA0E/MyvX_QvmmQ4/s400/2010-06-27+Vacation+20101.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend before our big excursion, Nick took the kids up to Aberdeen, WA for the day. At first, I was a little sad for deciding not to go, but when I realized how much stuff I could get done uninterrupted, my mood quickly changed. So, while I packed the suitcases, cleaned the car, and house, got the oil changed, went to a bbq, spent time with Lucy, rearranged some furniture, packed some more, the kids and Nick were enjoying a day at the beach. What more could they ask for, Burger King for breakfast, and McDonalds' for lunch, plus sandcastle building, playing with cousins, and being with dad!!!?&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/3299742550736808423-320778463843507502?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/320778463843507502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=320778463843507502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/320778463843507502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/320778463843507502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/07/weekend-before-our-big-excursion-nick.html' title=''/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TEc69ev926I/AAAAAAAAA0E/MyvX_QvmmQ4/s72-c/2010-06-27+Vacation+20101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299742550736808423.post-7459491676730721013</id><published>2010-07-21T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T11:14:49.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Durant Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TEc5GKwh4NI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ZOV0hekZzBY/s1600/2010-06-27+Vacation+2010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TEc5GKwh4NI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ZOV0hekZzBY/s400/2010-06-27+Vacation+2010.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better late than never is what I say!!!! We had such a great time in Lewiston, Idaho last month. A week of camping in a great park, great food, and awesome company.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/3299742550736808423-7459491676730721013?l=durantfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/7459491676730721013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3299742550736808423&amp;postID=7459491676730721013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7459491676730721013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299742550736808423/posts/default/7459491676730721013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://durantfab5.blogspot.com/2010/07/durant-family-reunion.html' title='Durant Family Reunion'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670054437211119505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKG1yA4pJg/Totsu8zueGI/AAAAAAAABVU/Mx3dAVJCV9o/s220/072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RODkR7r2vZ4/TEc5GKwh4NI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ZOV0hekZzBY/s72-c/2010-06-27+Vacation+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
