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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cEQX86eSp7ImA9WhRVE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850575553272916297</id><updated>2012-01-11T13:43:20.111-06:00</updated><category term="Christopher" /><category term="Joke" /><category term="Christine" /><category term="testimony" /><category term="Fewkes" /><category term="observations" /><category term="Nativities" /><category term="talk" /><category term="Family" /><category term="Christmas" /><category term="Friends" /><category term="Homemaking Tip" /><category term="Thanksgiving" /><category term="FHE" /><category term="tag" /><category term="Birthday" /><category term="What's Cooking?  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He loves legos.  I mean LOVES legos.  I don't know that he got more than a present or two for Christmas that didn't have something to do with legos.  Sooooo... for FHE tonight we dumped out the lego bucket and told everyone to make something that had to do with a scripture story.  We all guessed the stories and then discussed them at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VDueurGo7c0/Twu7V3Bic1I/AAAAAAAACBg/mMpzoV6_Fqs/s1600/SANY0314.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/-VDueurGo7c0/Twu7V3Bic1I/AAAAAAAACBg/mMpzoV6_Fqs/s400/SANY0314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695852137962173266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JJ and his lego scene...  The apostles didn't catch any fish.  Jesus told them to cast their nets on the other side of the boat.  The nets came up full of fish - so many that the boat almost sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V2ka_287SIY/Twu7WLMQtjI/AAAAAAAACBs/_6TInGwLz_c/s1600/SANY0317.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/-V2ka_287SIY/Twu7WLMQtjI/AAAAAAAACBs/_6TInGwLz_c/s400/SANY0317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695852143375857202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelly illustrated the story of Jesus traveling to the temple with His family and being left there.  When Mary and Joseph went back to find Him, Jesus was teaching in the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CZRglboXJV0/Twu6tKv5R6I/AAAAAAAACBU/NokpFgaXUkM/s1600/SANY0316.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/-CZRglboXJV0/Twu6tKv5R6I/AAAAAAAACBU/NokpFgaXUkM/s400/SANY0316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695851438882244514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christopher built a wall and had Samuel the Lamanite on top.  The other two people threw rocks and arrows at him but nothing ever hit Samuel (see the "rocks" on the green ground?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kelly gave the closing prayer she was thankful for the best FHE.  Success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850575553272916297-72203075711649345?l=observationsofaneverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZyuiNBuTx0/TlZKomu8PbI/AAAAAAAAB8c/arMpgONSXSE/s1600/284642_2157043241053_1095642562_2470626_4150704_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZyuiNBuTx0/TlZKomu8PbI/AAAAAAAAB8c/arMpgONSXSE/s320/284642_2157043241053_1095642562_2470626_4150704_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644781244408151474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christopher and his best friend, Allee, having a water fight.  Don't worry, she got him back!
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dzt1IFGsvuM/TlZKoCiDugI/AAAAAAAAB8M/BH1MkWe4Bfo/s1600/DSCN4403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dzt1IFGsvuM/TlZKoCiDugI/AAAAAAAAB8M/BH1MkWe4Bfo/s320/DSCN4403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644781234690439682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a little tub for the kids to wash their feet before they got into the pool.  It was the perfect "pool" for Leslie.  She spent a lot of time in it.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tnuEmMQAopM/TlPbua1G8vI/AAAAAAAAB7k/GCSze2dM_xY/s1600/DSCN4399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tnuEmMQAopM/TlPbua1G8vI/AAAAAAAAB7k/GCSze2dM_xY/s320/DSCN4399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644096348547904242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a couple of pictures of Leslie.  You can see the ever-present necklace.  She always has a "pretty" around her neck.  Looking at these pictures, Leslie looks so young.  She's a big girl now compared to six weeks ago.
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&lt;br /&gt;(That's his teacher next to him.  I think his name is Josh but it might be Justin.  I know it's a fairly popular J name, though.  I'll have to ask Christopher if he remembers.)
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&lt;br /&gt;The kids started school  today.  It was a short, mental/emotional trial to figure out which  school they should attend.  We live in the Wallace District but are 30  miles from that school (and they don't bus).  I thought about sending them to North Platte  Schools since they are closer (20 miles) but then found out that North  Platte does not bus either - not even the "country" kids.  That doesn't work  for me.  (They were willing to pay my gas one way, to the farthest  school from the house, but I would still be in the hole about $12 each  day in gas, not to mention the 30 minutes each direction, twice a day...   Again, that doesn't work for me.)  So, we decided to try Maywood  School in the town of Maywood.   Maywood is about 25 miles south of us  but they bus.  I just have to drive the kids six miles on the dirt road  where the bus will pick them up on the highway.  That part is still not  ideal, but the rest of it is...  The school (K-12) has only about 150  students attending.  They do not combine grades so each class is VERY  small.  JJ is one of 11 students (10 boys, one girl).  Kelly is one of  10 students (five boys and five girls).  There are eight students in  Christopher's class (seven boys, one girl).  I am excited that they will  get so much individual attention with such small classes.  JJ has to  take band and 7th grade Ag.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ayLsz6BXC-Y/TlO8c1mQwmI/AAAAAAAAB6M/WQH7rYXQ-y4/s1600/DSCN4763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ayLsz6BXC-Y/TlO8c1mQwmI/AAAAAAAAB6M/WQH7rYXQ-y4/s320/DSCN4763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644061961635283554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelly, in front of her classroom.  She is in a permanent "portable".
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FCEAcyMbR74/TlO6ILnZ1OI/AAAAAAAAB6E/4-lrqnAHo9E/s1600/DSCN4765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FCEAcyMbR74/TlO6ILnZ1OI/AAAAAAAAB6E/4-lrqnAHo9E/s320/DSCN4765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644059407745144034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christopher in front of his classroom.  The sun was in his eyes so I had to step in front of him and block it with my shadow.  He has his resting mat under his arm.  School is going to be a shock to his system.  He is used to sleeping in until 9:00, grazing all day, watching TV and playing whenever/whatever he wants.  Now he'll be on the bus by 7:30 and off about 4:15.  I think he'll love it, though.  (I did tear up for just a minute when I gave him a hug goodbye.)
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I stole the idea from my friend Debbie Kirby.  Imagine that the ladybugs have antennae made of black licorice and you'll get the full effect - unfortunately, black licorice cannot be found in Pratt.  Still, I think they turned out very cute.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5VXRhTm9gg/Tf6iCPf8QsI/AAAAAAAAB5g/PsSx9VuhccU/s1600/L%2BBday%2Bcandle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5VXRhTm9gg/Tf6iCPf8QsI/AAAAAAAAB5g/PsSx9VuhccU/s320/L%2BBday%2Bcandle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620107544408900290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   When we put the cupcake with the candle on her tray, Leslie grabbed for it (of course).  Kelly stood behind Leslie and held her hands while I snapped the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2khTKGNxww/Tf6iBmOqpBI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/ZeJ6OjysYGc/s1600/L%2BBday%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2khTKGNxww/Tf6iBmOqpBI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/ZeJ6OjysYGc/s320/L%2BBday%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620107533330588690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laughing at Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZbBg2Bmwug/Tf6iBXOTAhI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/PfdGOk5TG3Y/s1600/L%2BBday%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZbBg2Bmwug/Tf6iBXOTAhI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/PfdGOk5TG3Y/s320/L%2BBday%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620107529302508050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her expression just makes me crack up.  She's giving her siblings "the look".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oTC0LQifFT8/Tf6iBMoNxLI/AAAAAAAAB5I/Y9pyhBjgU6w/s1600/L%2BBday%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oTC0LQifFT8/Tf6iBMoNxLI/AAAAAAAAB5I/Y9pyhBjgU6w/s320/L%2BBday%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620107526458426546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a little exploring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ebtTjk74TDo/Tf6hWXdFO6I/AAAAAAAAB44/f2bi-4Yu-qk/s1600/L%2BBday%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ebtTjk74TDo/Tf6hWXdFO6I/AAAAAAAAB44/f2bi-4Yu-qk/s320/L%2BBday%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620106790630144930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a little taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpN6P_nia5U/Tf6hWW2ZADI/AAAAAAAAB4w/qf208s3dI_A/s1600/L%2BBday%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpN6P_nia5U/Tf6hWW2ZADI/AAAAAAAAB4w/qf208s3dI_A/s320/L%2BBday%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620106790467862578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She tried the oreo right away but took a while to eat the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KqbM400APVM/Tf6hWNzJufI/AAAAAAAAB4o/G6JXpi5wNCI/s1600/L%2BBday%2B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KqbM400APVM/Tf6hWNzJufI/AAAAAAAAB4o/G6JXpi5wNCI/s320/L%2BBday%2B6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620106788038359538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking at the mess she made on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4qctjAZsMnA/Tf6hVyDGt_I/AAAAAAAAB4g/YDvSLH1y8f8/s1600/L%2BBday%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4qctjAZsMnA/Tf6hVyDGt_I/AAAAAAAAB4g/YDvSLH1y8f8/s320/L%2BBday%2B7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620106780589078514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know that Leslie actually got any of the cake in her mouth, but the frosting is all over her face and up her arms clear to her elbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4agElaYT0qc/Tf6hW2AkQII/AAAAAAAAB5A/L-TF5qN5COI/s1600/L%2BBday%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850575553272916297-1385531218470519691?l=observationsofaneverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Because it's in the middle of wheat harvest, we celebrated on Sunday (that will be the next post).    Here are some pictures that we took on her birthday.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mxVAm67y_s8/Tf6ftKYtKhI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/WxEOfBDxkXc/s1600/DSCN4330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mxVAm67y_s8/Tf6ftKYtKhI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/WxEOfBDxkXc/s320/DSCN4330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620104983235865106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's "talking" on the phone to Grandma and Grandpa F.  The picture I took of her actually holding the phone was deleted off my computer when I tried to rotate the picture from horizontal to vertical.  UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bZN1K8Z-rno/Tf6fg-RBXkI/AAAAAAAAB4I/9uOydnxO3PY/s1600/DSCN4340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bZN1K8Z-rno/Tf6fg-RBXkI/AAAAAAAAB4I/9uOydnxO3PY/s320/DSCN4340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620104773823979074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr1Lq0gQ7S8/Tf6fgQqfp6I/AAAAAAAAB4A/9rdfm8jz0Cc/s1600/DSCN4341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr1Lq0gQ7S8/Tf6fgQqfp6I/AAAAAAAAB4A/9rdfm8jz0Cc/s320/DSCN4341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620104761582790562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uBTh2aeav70/Tf6ff89xyII/AAAAAAAAB34/q3Udd55cTbg/s1600/DSCN4343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uBTh2aeav70/Tf6ff89xyII/AAAAAAAAB34/q3Udd55cTbg/s320/DSCN4343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620104756294961282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YeOIoxrHoks/Tf6fftVG22I/AAAAAAAAB3w/Tjy3Yvnq7vc/s1600/DSCN4345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YeOIoxrHoks/Tf6fftVG22I/AAAAAAAAB3w/Tjy3Yvnq7vc/s320/DSCN4345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620104752097844066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_LveRtdrx8/Tf6fhBr1sDI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/tgdgBQL8JHs/s1600/DSCN4339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_LveRtdrx8/Tf6fhBr1sDI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/tgdgBQL8JHs/s320/DSCN4339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620104774741766194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love Leslie.  Now that we have figured out what her stomach issues are, she is all smiles!  She loves necklaces and hates shoes.  I think she's going to be left handed because she usually reaches with her left hand and holds things more with her left hand.  We call her Doodles and Missy Magoo.  She can walk around furniture but shows no interest in letting go and taking off on her own.  Someday...  She weighs more than 27 pounds and is a total chunky monkey.  Leslie has eight teeth - four on the top and four on the bottom.  She still drools a lot but the throwing up has slowed considerably, even when she hasn't had her medicine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850575553272916297-2326500052647104726?l=observationsofaneverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(Actually, it was the dad's idea.  He's tired of looking like white trash because we have a boy who likes to farm in that flower bed -&lt;a href="http://observationsofaneverydaymom.blogspot.com/2010/09/dirt-magnet.html"&gt; see the post here&lt;/a&gt;.  The dad is hoping that the flowers will keep the boy out of that "field" and into the sandbox that we've had in the backyard for TWO YEARS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6NJ6Vi0itDU/TbrS78kxkqI/AAAAAAAAB2k/4_CA7RGmlZ8/s1600/DSCN4062%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6NJ6Vi0itDU/TbrS78kxkqI/AAAAAAAAB2k/4_CA7RGmlZ8/s320/DSCN4062%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601021013903119010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd0YXr-I37w/TbrS7mHB1sI/AAAAAAAAB2c/viU81lBM6AQ/s1600/DSCN4063%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd0YXr-I37w/TbrS7mHB1sI/AAAAAAAAB2c/viU81lBM6AQ/s320/DSCN4063%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601021007872775874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a6PGEzeGBJw/TbrS7vsGJNI/AAAAAAAAB2U/DsT2Qyh-TZc/s1600/DSCN4067%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a6PGEzeGBJw/TbrS7vsGJNI/AAAAAAAAB2U/DsT2Qyh-TZc/s320/DSCN4067%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601021010444166354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We will probably add more flowers eventually and we will plant the flower bed on the other side of the steps sometime next week, we hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850575553272916297-8666123004629129482?l=observationsofaneverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes it's a sitting up bunny and sometimes it's just the face.  This year we made the face bunny.  (Christopher took this closeup picture of the face.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-czFMxbl8oZY/TbTfa5dP5ZI/AAAAAAAAB2M/04pG2B0zAL8/s1600/DSCN4014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-czFMxbl8oZY/TbTfa5dP5ZI/AAAAAAAAB2M/04pG2B0zAL8/s320/DSCN4014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599345889921459602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYDtVPv5iHU/TbTfamb7pLI/AAAAAAAAB2E/1kHIMJeBtN4/s1600/DSCN4015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYDtVPv5iHU/TbTfamb7pLI/AAAAAAAAB2E/1kHIMJeBtN4/s320/DSCN4015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599345884815664306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cake decorators, Christopher and Kelly.  Christopher was in charge of putting the polka dots (M&amp;amp;Ms) on the bow tie.  Kelly was in charge of the piping.  Dad frosted the blue bow tie and I frosted the white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VkqWekpwCGw/TbTfad2guCI/AAAAAAAAB18/5AE_lWeXBXU/s1600/DSCN4016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VkqWekpwCGw/TbTfad2guCI/AAAAAAAAB18/5AE_lWeXBXU/s320/DSCN4016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599345882511226914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TW1EP3gZcww/TbTfaD1_g_I/AAAAAAAAB10/JwLPDpuFBw8/s1600/DSCN4011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TW1EP3gZcww/TbTfaD1_g_I/AAAAAAAAB10/JwLPDpuFBw8/s320/DSCN4011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599345875529729010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JJ &amp;amp; Christopher in their new Easter tie and vest/tie, respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PqU_VV8vH_Y/TbTejrNUQAI/AAAAAAAAB1s/fxeQ7xmyQz4/s1600/DSCN4012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PqU_VV8vH_Y/TbTejrNUQAI/AAAAAAAAB1s/fxeQ7xmyQz4/s320/DSCN4012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599344941203734530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelly in her Easter dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy-7wEHTp0k/TbTejWX5piI/AAAAAAAAB1k/7Aj6Ec6xVIg/s1600/DSCN4013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy-7wEHTp0k/TbTejWX5piI/AAAAAAAAB1k/7Aj6Ec6xVIg/s320/DSCN4013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599344935610983970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelly holding Leslie in the "Kelly chair".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h4xfuDEbf20/TbTejBZr1CI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Xg6Cc-tMZEk/s1600/DSCN4008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h4xfuDEbf20/TbTejBZr1CI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Xg6Cc-tMZEk/s320/DSCN4008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599344929981322274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leslie in her Easter dress and John in his new tie.  Leslie hates the headband (she must be related to Grandma Layton) and you can see in the next two pictures that she is taking it off.  We didn't even take it to Church because it would have ended up in the diaper bag before we even got in the doors.  It's still a cute picture, though.  (Kelly loves Leslie's dress and wishes there was one in her size because it's blue and it has butterflies on the fabric, little ruffles around the bottom and two flowers on the bodice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s2bjaHJTJV4/TbTei0rWIzI/AAAAAAAAB1U/QvB4E3EBpc4/s1600/DSCN4009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s2bjaHJTJV4/TbTei0rWIzI/AAAAAAAAB1U/QvB4E3EBpc4/s320/DSCN4009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599344926565737266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_543P8Tzw_8/TbTeiwdvPeI/AAAAAAAAB1M/8DIqGupD5ME/s1600/DSCN4010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_543P8Tzw_8/TbTeiwdvPeI/AAAAAAAAB1M/8DIqGupD5ME/s320/DSCN4010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599344925434920418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850575553272916297-8914618008159668415?l=observationsofaneverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was very relaxed and absolutely perfect!  The weather was a bit chilly and there was a little bit of wind but otherwise it was perfect.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNlHx1E9fXk/TbSkaI5UcII/AAAAAAAAB0s/LowYkwtAJpg/s1600/DSCN3995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNlHx1E9fXk/TbSkaI5UcII/AAAAAAAAB0s/LowYkwtAJpg/s320/DSCN3995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599281005699821698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelly, getting ready for battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VNkKqkUTe0Y/TbSkJ7XuOJI/AAAAAAAAB0k/491PCO_y9R0/s1600/DSCN3996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VNkKqkUTe0Y/TbSkJ7XuOJI/AAAAAAAAB0k/491PCO_y9R0/s320/DSCN3996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599280727191337106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christopher finding eggs - an action shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xyr4HH9DnqE/TbSkJ25yt7I/AAAAAAAAB0c/1XgFiViBEPY/s1600/DSCN3997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xyr4HH9DnqE/TbSkJ25yt7I/AAAAAAAAB0c/1XgFiViBEPY/s320/DSCN3997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599280725992060850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JJ had the choice to hide the eggs or hunt for them.  He's 12 now so he decided to help hide the 300 eggs.  He hid some of them in the rim of the trailer.  Silly boy!  (As "payment" he got his favorite candy - that he didn't have to share with anyone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Gw4HN4QKrs/TbSokx1DLSI/AAAAAAAAB1E/YKRmli3I1A0/s1600/DSCN4002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Gw4HN4QKrs/TbSokx1DLSI/AAAAAAAAB1E/YKRmli3I1A0/s320/DSCN4002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599285586532969762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leslie enjoyed the hunt from the top of Daddy's shoulders.  (Notice that they have the same hair growth - or non-growth - patterns.  Leslie looks like she has a mohawk all the time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-68M-O6SQChY/TbSokY1sY2I/AAAAAAAAB08/K6jMP8OicCk/s1600/DSCN4003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-68M-O6SQChY/TbSokY1sY2I/AAAAAAAAB08/K6jMP8OicCk/s320/DSCN4003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599285579824784226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to get a picture of Kelly but they had just announced that there were still more eggs to find.  The kids had each already found the limit set at the beginning of the hunt and had been told to go find more.  She didn't want to stop for a picture and told me we could do it later.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFuJWec2eIU/TbSokIpZipI/AAAAAAAAB00/G5yDjs6FR1w/s1600/DSCN4004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFuJWec2eIU/TbSokIpZipI/AAAAAAAAB00/G5yDjs6FR1w/s320/DSCN4004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599285575478250130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the eggs Kelly found had also been "found" by a squirrel.  The egg had been chewed open and all the goodies were gone.  The eggs had only been hidden in the yard about 30 minutes before the hunt began.  Those are fast squirrels!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850575553272916297-3793075779307917707?l=observationsofaneverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Kelly's speaking part - "The main focus...is an exercise...for the tongue and mouth...thanks to the syllables...dee and deet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't get the other two videos to load right now.  I've been trying all afternoon.  I'll try it again later.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850575553272916297-2779613426625209242?l=observationsofaneverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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