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/><author><name>Momof3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294343330091440780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/SKR6TCCfMII/AAAAAAAAACU/CThtQCX4R4o/s1600-R/just%2Bmom.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>234</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MomTo3" /><feedburner:info uri="momto3" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEADQH85eCp7ImA9WhRTE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7122947177977433.post-483130144037686284</id><published>2011-11-03T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T16:26:11.120-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-03T16:26:11.120-07:00</app:edited><title>How Does the World Go On?</title><content type="html">My son's friend died Tuesday morning on the way to school.  He was hit by a car and died instantly.  He was 13.  Today is the 23rd anniversary of my brother's death.  He was barely 18.  As I was thinking about these two young men. I was remembering how I felt when my brother passed away.  I wonder how does life go on?  When you lose someone you deeply love, your world has stopped.  It seems everything should stop but, of course, it does not.  I know I'm rambling.  It just seems so strange that things should go on normally.  Your life is shattered and things just go on.&lt;br /&gt;     My brother committed suicide.  I don't know if he meant to or not but he was contempleting it enough to form a plan and that is bad enough.  October 19 is National Suicide Prevention day.  If you are thinking these kinds of thoughts or see the signs in someone else, please, please tell someone who can help.  Do something.  If someone who has been sad suddenly seems happy or is giving away their things, please do not stand aside but do something.  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And they move?</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday, I took my son, youngest daughter and my nephew to the zoo. We looked around for a while, compared hands to the ape hand, and height to the ape height. It was very cool to see the wolves. They have such a large area to roam (compared to some of the other animals) and are very shy so it was a real treat. We happened to be there just before the bird show so we stopped in to see that. It was awesome! There were birds flying right over our heads! I wondered why they ask that you don't stand up and now I know. You or the birds could get seriously hurt! Those birds were literally inches away from the top of our heads. There was one bird that was the heaviest eagle in the world. Although the trainer mentioned the name, I can't remember it. It was fun to watch it walk. Wish I'd gotten a video of that one. They had a little pool for it to take a bath in. He was having a good ole' time in the pool and wasn't going to come out! The trainer put a treat on the grass but he wasn't going to be fooled. The trainer had to put a treat on the edge of the pool and quickly put one in the grass before the bird decided he was going back to bathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DryJ2beItBs/TjjmIlNK7RI/AAAAAAAAA3M/VV90pV_06zo/s1600/pictures%2B260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636507968754871570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DryJ2beItBs/TjjmIlNK7RI/AAAAAAAAA3M/VV90pV_06zo/s200/pictures%2B260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzKFeicEP64/TjjmIcOtfLI/AAAAAAAAA3E/EDruYLO7QPA/s1600/pictures%2B257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636507966345411762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzKFeicEP64/TjjmIcOtfLI/AAAAAAAAA3E/EDruYLO7QPA/s200/pictures%2B257.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xREdGPmi8eI/TjjmJmHzdpI/AAAAAAAAA3k/u_-uoErmgLo/s1600/pictures%2B312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636507986180667026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xREdGPmi8eI/TjjmJmHzdpI/AAAAAAAAA3k/u_-uoErmgLo/s200/pictures%2B312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute little white birds ran from one side of the stage to the other behind the presenter. Back and forth at different points in the show. They also had a rooster running back and forth and near the end he danced for us. Funny. It's beena long time since I've been to a bird show at the zoo. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I was surprised to hear my little girl laugh so much. It really is a family show. Everyone enjoyed it. At the end, they have a small time to take donatation for the zoo. You hold the dollar up and the bird takes it and puts it in the donation box. My daughter really wanted to do it so I gave her a dollar. She was thrilled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2MNPB2n0E3s/TjjmJQRXvzI/AAAAAAAAA3c/MiHLstArxAo/s1600/pictures%2B284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636507980315213618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2MNPB2n0E3s/TjjmJQRXvzI/AAAAAAAAA3c/MiHLstArxAo/s200/pictures%2B284.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, about the dinosaurs. They are not statues, they are anamatronic (is that the right spelling?) or robots. They move and growl and a couple (mom and baby) actually spit water! There was a triceratops and baby, kentasaurus, allosaurus, parasoralophus, a couple I can't remember the names to and of course, the king of all dinosaurs, the T-Rex. Even its eyes moved. If I didn't know it wasn't real, I would have thought he was sizing me up for dinner. They boys loved it. I was glad to find out my nephew had a good time. 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I had a picnic planned but the girls were more interested in the water than the food. Haha. At the aviary, the birds were amazing and they've made some awesome improvements since the last time I was there. Because I have a pass to the zoo, I received a discount at the Aviary which was cool. I like discounts! I think the favorite part for my girls was were they were able to purchase food and feed it to the water fowl. My favorite part were the signets (a.k.a. ugly ducklings or baby swans). Even being so small they were so graceful. They have the owls in what they call the Owl Forest. There is even a little sound system that if you push the buttons you can hear the sounds different owls make. They don't all hoot, and now my children know it too. The size ranges of these owls are amazing. We happened to run into a volunteer who was very knowledgeable. He had a bit of owl scat that he offered to let the children touch. 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This is the story of bravery and courage from a very young women who saved an entire nation of her people-Queen Esther.&lt;br /&gt;Advance Prep: Make sure to have all ingredients for the treat as well as for any activity you have planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture: For if thou altogether holdest thy peace at this time, then shall there enlargementand deliverance arise to the Jews from another place; but thou and thy father’s houseshall be destroyed: and who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom for such a time as this?15. Then Esther bade them return Mordecai this answer,16. Go, gather together all the Jews that are present in Shushan, and fast ye for me,and neither eat nor drink three days, night or day: I also and my maidens will fast likewise; and so will I go in unto the king, which is not according to the law: and if I perish, I perish. Esther 4:14-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Do What is Right (Hymnbook #237)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem/Thought: As an exceptional son or daughter of God, you are sorely needed. There is an urgent need for men and women who will stand for principles against the growing pressures to compromise those very principles. Men and women are required who will act nobly and courageously for what the Lord has defined as right, not for what is politically correct or socially acceptable. We need individuals who have the spiritual, righteous influence that will motivate others to enduring good." Richard G. Scott,, &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=017925292eaef010VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"&gt;"Living Right," Ensign, Jan. 2007, 14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson: (Sorry, I don’t know where I got this particular story so I can’t cite it. If you know, let me know and I will put the appropriate cite in.)&lt;br /&gt;King Xerxes ruled over the mighty land of Persia. When he needed a wife, his servants searched the land for the most beautiful women. They brought these women to the palace so the king could choose his bride. A woman named Esther was chosen. She was good and wise and very beautiful. But she was an Israelite. A kind relative named Mordecai had adopted Esther as a child, and raised her as his own daughter. He warned her not to tell anyone she was an Israelite.&lt;br /&gt;When King Xerxes saw Esther, he was very pleased! He set the royal crown on her head, and she became his wife and queen. Then the king gave a big party to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;Later on, a powerful man named Haman became angry at Mordecai. Haman was the most powerful man in the kingdom besides the king. Haman knew that Mordecai was an Israelite, and he encouraged King Xerxes to make it legal to kill all Israelites. (This part may to too much for some little ears. On one certain day, anyone would be able to kill any Israelite and take what belonged to the Israelite and the Israelite would not be able to defend themselves.)&lt;br /&gt;Esther knew this law meant that she too must die. Mordecai told Esther to go to the king and plead for the people so they would not be killed. She could be killed for going before the King when she had not been called to him. She said she would if Mordecai would ask the people to pray for her and she and her maidservents would also fast and pray.&lt;br /&gt;Esther was brave and went to see the King. She invited the king and Haman to a banquet.&lt;br /&gt;"I have prepared a banquet for you and Haman. I would like you to be my guests," said Esther.&lt;br /&gt;So the king and Haman came and enjoyed a delicious meal served by Esther. "Now, dear Queen, tell me what it is I can do for you," said King Xerxes.&lt;br /&gt;"Dear King," said Esther. "If you are pleased with me, I beg you to spare my life. And also spare the lives of my people. It seems unfair that we are to be put to death with even a chance to defend ourselves."&lt;br /&gt;"Who dares to do this?" demanded the king.&lt;br /&gt;"It is cruel Haman," said Esther, pointing to her enemy. The king ordered Haman to be hung that very same day on the gallows he had prepared for Mordecai. Esther and her people were safe!&lt;br /&gt;It took courage and boldness for Esther to approach the king without being invited. She was literally risking her life. This is even more amazing when we realize that Esther was likely between the ages of 14 and 20, a very young woman. One day we may be asked to risk all that is dear to us when we speak up for what is right. But, like Esther, you may be in the place where you are "for a time like this".&lt;br /&gt;(There is so much more to this story for those who would like to take the time to read Esther.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussion/Q&amp;amp;A: Why was it so impressive for Esther to go to the king without being summoned? Why was it dangerous for Esther to go to the king without being summoned? What did she do to have the courage to go to the king? In what situations could we be called upon to summon our courage and stand up to others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity: Script-Tac-Toe: Provide a large tic-tac-toe pattern on the board. Place a number 1-9 at random in each square. Prepare 1-3 lists of 9scripture-related questions each. Have several questions which only the moderator knows are ³FREE spot² questions. When a team chooses a Free-spot question and answers it correctly, they can place their mark over any one unused number on the board. Divide into Team ³X² and Team ³O². Teams take turns selecting a number from the board and hearing the question. A correct answer gets their mark placed in that numbered square. An incorrect answer allows the opposing team a chance to answer the question for a point. First team to make a Tic-tac-toe in a diagonal or straight line wins the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refreshments: Hamantaschen&lt;br /&gt;2 c. all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c. granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. butter&lt;br /&gt;1 egg, beaten&lt;br /&gt;2 T. orange juice&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2/3 c. apricot preserves&lt;br /&gt;Mix flour, baking powder, salt, and sugar. Cut butter into flour mixture until it resembles cornmeal. Add the beaten egg, orange juice and vanilla. Mix, just until mixture forms a ball. Refrigerate for a 1/2 hour or more. Lightly flour the top of the dough. Roll out to 1/4-inch thick on a lightly greased surface (when you cut the dough, turn it so that the floured surface sits on your palm, and the greased surface holds the filling and sticks together better). Cut the dough into 3-inch rounds. Makes about 30 Hamantaschen&lt;br /&gt;Treat Time:&lt;br /&gt;Give each family member 2 or 3 rounds. Fill each round with 2/3 tsp. preserves. Then form into triangles by folding up 3 sides and pinching edges together. Bake at 350°F. for 15-17 minutes on lightly greased baking sheets.(This Jewish cookie recipe is traditionally made during the Feast of Purim, to celebrate the deliverance of the Jews because of Esther’s courage. Hamantaschen means “Haman’s pockets”, but traditionally are said to be the evil Haman’s three pointed hat or his triangular ears.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7122947177977433-4019450269458765111?l=justmythoughts-momof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This month, I've picked Ruth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advance Prep: Make sure to have all ingredients for the treat as well as for any activity you have planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Prayer: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture: And Ruth said, Intreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; they people shall be my people, and thy God my God: Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried: the LORD do so to me, and more also, if ought but death part thee and me. Ruth 1:16-17&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: I Love Feel My Savior’s Love (Children’s Songbook pg. 74)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem/Thought: &lt;br /&gt;I think of loyalty in terms of being true to ourselves. I think of it in terms of being absolutely loyal to the Church and its many facets of activity. I think of it in terms of being unequivocally true to the God of heaven, our Eternal Father, and His Beloved Son, our Redeemer, the Lord Jesus Christ...Be loyal to the best that is in you.”&lt;br /&gt;Gordon B. Hinckley, Ensign, May 2003, © 2006 Intellectual Reserve, Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson: &lt;br /&gt;Ruth’s Reward&lt;br /&gt;Elimelech lived with his wife, Naomi, and their two sons in Judea. Because of a famine, they moved to Moab, an idolatrous country. There Elimelech died and his two sons married Orpah and Ruth, young women of Moab. Before long, however, both sons also died.&lt;br /&gt;Naomi had been away from Judea for ten years and yearned for her own land and people. She decided to go back home to live, and she asked her daughters-in-law to return to the homes of their mothers. In Moab they could find husbands among their own people.&lt;br /&gt;Orpah and Ruth wept when Naomi kissed them goodbye. Orpah went back to her own family, but Ruth had been converted to the religion and God of Israel. She clung to Naomi and pleaded, “Intreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.” (&lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/ot/ruth/1.16?lang=eng#15"&gt;Ruth 1:16&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;Naomi and Ruth reached Naomi’s old home in Bethlehem at the beginning of the barley harvest. Ruth, according to custom, gleaned the barley left by the reapers so she and Naomi might have food to eat. (What it means to reap and to glean? To reap means to cut and gather the crops. The Lord instructed the land owners to leave some of their crops for the poor. These are called the gleanings. The poor would then go to the fields and glen (gather) what was left in the fields.)&lt;br /&gt;The field where Ruth was gleaning belonged to Boaz, a kinsman of Naomi’s husband. When Boaz came to the barley field, he noticed Ruth and asked the reapers who she was. They told him that she was the Moabite, Naomi’s daughter-in-law, and that she had worked diligently.&lt;br /&gt;Boaz told Ruth to glean in no other fields but his. She would not be molested in any way, and she was to eat the food and drink the water provided for his reapers.&lt;br /&gt;Ruth bowed herself before Boaz and asked why he was so kind to her, a stranger. Boaz answered her, “It hath fully been shewed me … how thou hast left thy father and thy mother, and the land of thy nativity, and art come unto a people which thou knewest not heretofore.&lt;br /&gt;“The Lord recompense thy work, and a full reward be given thee of the Lord God of Israel, under whose wings thou art come to trust.” (&lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/ot/ruth/2.11-12?lang=eng#10"&gt;Ruth 2:11–12&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;The Lord did reward Ruth for her sacrifices; she later married Boaz, and they had a son, Obed. Through Obed, Ruth became the great-grandmother of David, king of Israel, and she was an ancestor of our Savior &lt;a href="http://mormon.org/jesus-christ"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussion/Q&amp;amp;A:&lt;br /&gt;What gift did Ruth give to Naomi? The gift of loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to be loyal? Being faithful and true. &lt;br /&gt;How did Ruth show her loyalty to Naomi? Instead of returning to her own family, Ruth went to Bethlehem with Naomi. She cared and provided for her by gleaning in the fields.&lt;br /&gt;What great blessings came from Ruth’s love and loyalty to Naomi?&lt;br /&gt;Because of Ruth’s love and loyalty to Naomi she was able to meet and marry Boaz. Ruth and Boaz were blessed with a son, Obed and Obed’s son Jesse was the father of David, a great Israelite king..&lt;br /&gt;What has the Lord asked us to do for the poor that compares to His instruction to the land owners in Ruth’s time? To give a generous fast offering.&lt;br /&gt;What can our family do to loyally serve Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ?&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things we can do to show our loyalty to the Lord are being obedient, respectful, following our Church leaders, fulfilling our stewardships, and keeping the commandments. We can also show our loyalty to the Lord by the way we treat others “...when ye are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of your God.” (Mosiah 2:17.)&lt;br /&gt;“We show our loyalty to the Lord by being obedient to parents, being respectful of our brothers and sisters, following Church leaders, and fulfilling our church callings and priesthood responsibilities. Loyalty includes being obedient to the laws of the land and the commandments of God. Loyalty to employer and employee, demonstrated by an honest day’s work and an honest day’s pay, is part of our loyalty to the Lord, for what we do unto each other we do unto Him. It means standing up for that which is right when our associates would persuade us to do wrong. Rex D. Pinegar, New Era, July 1976 © 2006 Intellectual Reserve, Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;Activity: Categories &lt;a href="http://lds.about.com/od/familyhomeeveninggames/a/fheg_categories.htm"&gt;http://lds.about.com/od/familyhomeeveninggames/a/fheg_categories.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Prayer: (including blessing on the food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refreshments:&lt;br /&gt;Banana Chocolate Chip CookiesIngredients:&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c. butter, softened1/2 c sugar1 egg1/2 c mashed ripe bananas1/2 t. vanilla1 c. flour1 t baking powder1/4 t salt1/8 t baking soda1 c chocolate chips (I prefer Milk Chocolate Chips)In a small mixing bowl, cream butter and sugar. Beat in the egg, banana and vanilla. Combine flour, baking powder, salt and baking soda; gradually add to the wet mixture. Stir in chocolate chips. The dough is very stick so refrigerate for 1 hour. 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We started out with a trip to the store to buy some parchment paper for our invitations.   We used a Hogwarts crest on top and addressed the invitations as follows (obviously, some things have been changed for safety concerns):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry&lt;br /&gt;Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE(Order of Merlin First Class Grand Sorc. Chf. WarlockSupreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (child's name),&lt;br /&gt;We are pleased to inform you that you have been invited to a celebration at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in honor of (my child's name) 9th birthday. You can wear wizard attire, or, if you prefer, dress in the Muggle manner. Magic Wands will be provided by Ollivanders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebration will take place on March 12, 2011 from 12:00 p.m. to 1:30 p.m at Platform 9 ¾ located at (my address was here). Snacks will be available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We await your owl as soon as possible.  If you are unable to reply by owl, you can RSVP to Rachel by Muggle phone at 801-999-9999.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yours Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(your name here)&lt;br /&gt;Deputy Headmistress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a frog mold off of E-Bay as well as some Bertie Botts Beans and some Bertie Bott Bags for the treat bags.  My husband found some Hershey bars on sale and thought they would taste better and be less expensive than buying melting chocolate.   It was only a dollar for a BIG bag so we made chocolate frogs and edible wants from that (edible wands are pretzel rods dipped in chocolate where the chocolate makes the wand handle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a gold balloon on the day of the party and wrote  9 3/4 on it so the parents would know where to drop off the children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, we had a trivia contest, made wands by decorating chopsticks with unicorn hair (yarn), dragon scales (sequins) and phoenix feathers (craft feathers).   I had seperated the Bertie Botts Beans and had them taste them and guess the flavor.  The winner guessed 4 out of 6 correct.  That person won a small bag of Jelly Belly Beans,  The person in second place recieved a gummy spider.   I wasn't exactly expecting that to take as long as it did so I had to not do the Goopy Gooop or make brooms from pencils but the children didn't know what they were missing out on so it worked out okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For snacks we had Bugles (because they are in a cone shape like a hat) and Doritos (because they are in a triagle like a flat hat).  I made cupcakes with a chocolate covered sugarcone on the top to look like wizard hats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually lots of fun and hopefully memorable. I did take a picture of the cupcakes but apparently, I didn't download it yet so I'll get one on here in the next couple days.  Have a good one y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7122947177977433-530822263818398783?l=justmythoughts-momof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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One white of each and one yellow, one green, one red, one pink, one blue, and make and extra copy of one white one that you put chocolate chips shapes on and color them brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Business:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture: Alma 57:21 "Yea, and they did obey and observe to perform every word of command with exactness; yea and even according to their faith it was done unto them; and I did remember the words which they said unto me that their mothers had taught them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Quickly I'll Obey (Children’s Songbook, page 197)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson: The Chocolate Chip Ghost Story&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a family of ghosts--a mother and 6 children. One day, when the mother was in the kitchen, she discovered there was nothing to eat, so she gathered her children together and told them she needed to go to the store. She said to them, "Remember, don't eat or drink anything. Ghosts should only eat cottage cheese and vanilla ice cream and drink only milk. (I say "ghosts should only eat foods that are white" and then have the children name some white foods) I don't have any of these things." So the mother said good-bye and went to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, each little ghost wanted to try something different so, while she was gone, the little ghosts went looking for food. The first ghost opened the cupboard and found a can of corn. He ate them and the next thing he knew he had turned yellow! The second little ghost found some spinach and when he ate it he turned green! The third little ghost found some strawberries outside and ate a whole basket full. Then he looked at himself and, yes, he had turned red! Well, the fourth little ghost found some pink lemonade--after he drank it all he found that he had turned pink! The fifth little ghost found a fruit bowl filled with blueberries. He ate all the blueberries and turned blue. The sixth little ghost didn't want anything to happen to him, so he searched everywhere to find something that a ghost should eat, like milk, cottage cheese, whipped cream or vanilla ice cream. When he looked in the freezer he saw some ice cream. He took it and ate it all. Then he looked at himself. OH NO! He turned polka dot. It was chocolate chip ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the mother came home, she cried, "OH MY GOODNESS! LOOK AT ALL OF YOU. Whatever can we do to get you white again for Halloween?” She called the ghost doctor and this is what he told her to do. Keep all the little ghosts in bed for five days and give them nothing but vanilla ice cream, cottage cheese and milk and they should be ready for Halloween. So that is what she did and by Halloween night, the five little ghosts were all white again to go out haunting and spooking and shouting "BOO!" And they never again ate something they shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TMir_ipUrwI/AAAAAAAAAzc/N-5O1lo3zzw/s1600/pictures+259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532861250344890114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TMir_ipUrwI/AAAAAAAAAzc/N-5O1lo3zzw/s200/pictures+259.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refereshments: Ghosts in the Graveyard. (Just like dirt cups but using 2 dollops of whipped topping on top with mini chocolate chips for eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7122947177977433-5005030950221360579?l=justmythoughts-momof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This means he cannot do the things he wanted to do. I know this may sound odd but I look at this of a kind of blessing. My husband always has projects he wants to do which does not leave any time to do things with his family. Usually, if I take the children to the zoo, I have to take all three by myself. This week, because he couldn't do what he had planned, he took us to the children's museum at Discovery Gateway. My son got a ticket for up to six people to get in for free. We spent about 4 hours doing projects and watching the children have fun and we still didn't do all that was offered. We played with balls that went through a maze.  We played at the store.  I think my youngest really loved to shop.  She bought mostly fruits and vegetables.  She would wander for a minute, pick up a can or two and go back to the produce section.  We were able to sit in a real life flight helicopter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TIlGKolV_BI/AAAAAAAAAyM/XHYu4qOW2cM/s1600/pictures+196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515016367198567442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TIlGKolV_BI/AAAAAAAAAyM/XHYu4qOW2cM/s200/pictures+196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played with stacking toys and legos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TIlGLKPLFeI/AAAAAAAAAyU/C60rikim0SU/s1600/pictures+212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515016376232383970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TIlGLKPLFeI/AAAAAAAAAyU/C60rikim0SU/s200/pictures+212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TIlGLUVUwdI/AAAAAAAAAyc/3HWGWnKk9Uo/s1600/pictures+248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515016378942538194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TIlGLUVUwdI/AAAAAAAAAyc/3HWGWnKk9Uo/s200/pictures+248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls made tie-dyed bags using permanent markers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TIlGL_PgeLI/AAAAAAAAAyk/odfCV00Mp5g/s1600/pictures+223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515016390460864690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TIlGL_PgeLI/AAAAAAAAAyk/odfCV00Mp5g/s200/pictures+223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I could afford to pay for the tickets at full price at $8 to $8.50 each.  We did have fun and the children do want to go back.  Validation cost me $2.00 for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7122947177977433-7178589001000911434?l=justmythoughts-momof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We also bought some honey and bread.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the zoo in Logan. I don't remember the name but it is run strictly by donations. They have some eagles there. The eagles were injured and can no longer fly so they would die if they were back in the wild. The zoo has permission to display and take care of them. I don't think they were too happy to see us. They had a duck with a n awesome blue bill. I'm sure someone else thinks that's normal but I thought it was just awesome. There were some cougars. Those are not cats I would want to meet in the wild. There was one wandering around in one of the neighborhoods here a month or so ago, but this is close enough for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TFe6lUdGWdI/AAAAAAAAAxU/xNEKCe1VANs/s1600/blue+billed+duck+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501070620165036498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TFe6lUdGWdI/AAAAAAAAAxU/xNEKCe1VANs/s200/blue+billed+duck+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TFe6mQBdgvI/AAAAAAAAAxk/yKAQZbgkGVI/s1600/pictures+229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501070636155241202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TFe6mQBdgvI/AAAAAAAAAxk/yKAQZbgkGVI/s200/pictures+229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TFe6l3hsMFI/AAAAAAAAAxc/WO5Y5m62uoI/s1600/pictures+231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501070629579534418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TFe6l3hsMFI/AAAAAAAAAxc/WO5Y5m62uoI/s200/pictures+231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TFe6kxuu8PI/AAAAAAAAAxM/SSw70dOTtf4/s1600/pictures+235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; HEIGHT: 104px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501070610843758834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TFe6kxuu8PI/AAAAAAAAAxM/SSw70dOTtf4/s200/pictures+235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TFe7G9if0TI/AAAAAAAAAxs/-48n2p8iXs8/s1600/pictures+216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501071198129213746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TFe7G9if0TI/AAAAAAAAAxs/-48n2p8iXs8/s200/pictures+216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TFe7Htur-CI/AAAAAAAAAx0/fXwnjBs1w_Q/s1600/pictures+220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 169px; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501071211065243682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_PlV7TZEVk/TFe7Htur-CI/AAAAAAAAAx0/fXwnjBs1w_Q/s200/pictures+220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7122947177977433-3090974769411653652?l=justmythoughts-momof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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