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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 04:44:24 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Teach Me to Walk</title><description /><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>218</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TeachMeToWalk" type="application/rss+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-7649133534107242669</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 22:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T14:57:28.546-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">School</category><title>And Then There Were Textbooks</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marriedtothesea.com/101906/no-laughter.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 489px; height: 402px;" src="http://www.marriedtothesea.com/101906/no-laughter.gif" alt="no laughter in school" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;a href="http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/08/book-learnin.html"&gt;I finally finished&lt;/a&gt; the application process for the &lt;a href="http://ce.byu.edu/bgs/"&gt;Bachelor of General Studies&lt;/a&gt; program at BYU.  I've been "provisionally" accepted to the program--to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; accepted, I have to take and pass a Student Development class.  ("Provisionally accepted" also means that financial aid doesn't apply.  Heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm taking the Student Development class right now.  I'm learning how to learn again!  Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my study time is taking up what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;used to&lt;/span&gt; be my blogging time.  That's why my blogging has been so spotty lately--it will probably continue to be, until I figure out how to re-balance my time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-7649133534107242669?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-then-there-were-textbooks.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-3198423309501280594</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 21:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T13:46:17.618-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sunday Thoughts</category><title>We Would Never Do a Small Thing</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3248/2313126432_117c8295ce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 289px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3248/2313126432_117c8295ce.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are God's children, and if we ever got that through our heads thoroughly and completely, we would never do a small thing, we would never say a cross word.  We would not use bad language.  We would not criticize anybody.  We would love everyone the way the Savior loves us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Marjorie Pay Hinckley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/16230743@N06/2313126432/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{photo source}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-3198423309501280594?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-would-never-do-small-thing.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-3453261408855658432</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 22:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-31T15:25:05.615-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Halloween</category><title>Halloween Link</title><description>I'll have pictures up pretty soon of our Halloween fun, but until then, head over to Kat's blog for some old-timey (okay, not so old) &lt;a href="http://hyggedigter.blogspot.com/2009/10/fire-burn-and-cauldron-bubblesome.html"&gt;animated Halloween goodness&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-3453261408855658432?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-link.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-6024026581817201310</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 00:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-30T18:13:10.538-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">We Are Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Halloween</category><title>Halloween '08</title><description>Yeah, I posted these pictures last year.  But who wants to go looking through my archives to see them again?  That's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  Last Halloween in review. We put Little Boy in an apron, gave him a handful of Sharpies, and let him have at his pumpkin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took it very seriously, as you can see--he always sticks out his tongue when he's concentrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SuuNEVqlWlI/AAAAAAAAAXg/0jdslYYETT0/s1600-h/bloggy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SuuNEVqlWlI/AAAAAAAAAXg/0jdslYYETT0/s320/bloggy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398563684008417874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the two of us (Isaac didn't dress up).  I was a pirate--argh!--and Little Boy was a clown.  You can see a little bit of his costume at the bottom of the photo.  No face paint for him--he hates gooey things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SuuNEvJOeBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DOrJlqoF0jI/s1600-h/bloggy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SuuNEvJOeBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DOrJlqoF0jI/s320/bloggy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398563690847827986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Halloween will probably be a lot like the last one.  Light on candy, heavy on "scary" movies.  Y'know, like "Ghostbusters" or "Casper".  The really terrifying ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we'll dress up.  We have some...different...costumes planned for this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-6024026581817201310?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-08.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SuuNEVqlWlI/AAAAAAAAAXg/0jdslYYETT0/s72-c/bloggy+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-7926747506492695881</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 01:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T18:38:07.966-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">We Are Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Halloween</category><title>Little Boy's First Halloween</title><description>Lately I've been noticing the fact that--duh--Little Boy isn't a baby anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was being all nostalgic and looking at pictures from when he was a baby, and I found one from his very first Halloween.  He was less than two months old.  My mom made him a little orange hat with a green stem on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/Suo_lu4z4GI/AAAAAAAAAXY/D_cjSVZkZLw/s1600-h/bloggy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/Suo_lu4z4GI/AAAAAAAAAXY/D_cjSVZkZLw/s320/bloggy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398197020830982242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little punkin.  Of course, he couldn't be bothered to wake up for the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-7926747506492695881?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-boys-first-halloween.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/Suo_lu4z4GI/AAAAAAAAAXY/D_cjSVZkZLw/s72-c/bloggy+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-6237116912336079969</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 21:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-23T15:00:01.291-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">We Are Family</category><title>Little Boy's Uniform</title><description>Little Boy has two items of clothing that he wears &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every single day&lt;/span&gt;.  One is the little hat from his birthday, which I mentioned &lt;a href="http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/09/year-of-tonka.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is a pair of Lightning McQueen slippers that I got from a clothing swap at our church.  I was going to hide them and save them for Christmas, but he saw me walk in the door with them [he was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;supposed to be&lt;/span&gt; in bed by then.  Heh.].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SuIls2gOnfI/AAAAAAAAAXI/tCRVRMnhbVg/s1600-h/bloggy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SuIls2gOnfI/AAAAAAAAAXI/tCRVRMnhbVg/s320/bloggy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395916756018437618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He literally wears them from morning 'til night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SuIltJGyO4I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ca-m3-T6RAU/s1600-h/bloggy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SuIltJGyO4I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ca-m3-T6RAU/s320/bloggy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395916761011993474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we accidentally leave them at Grandma's house, well...I'm sure you can imagine what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-6237116912336079969?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-boys-uniform.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SuIls2gOnfI/AAAAAAAAAXI/tCRVRMnhbVg/s72-c/bloggy+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-2927104851056262814</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 05:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-22T22:37:40.306-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I Like This</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Halloween</category><title>Dancing Zombies</title><description>In the spirit of the Halloween season:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="365" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x6y39y&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x6y39y&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="365" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6y39y_ramalama-sytycd-wade-robson_creation"&gt;Ramalama - SYTYCD Wade robson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/8chris8"&gt;8chris8&lt;/a&gt;. - &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/us/channel/creation"&gt;Watch original web videos.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-2927104851056262814?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/dancing-zombies.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-8387002382946986748</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 18:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-18T12:01:18.665-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sunday Thoughts</category><title>You Have Not Failed</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1433/723498779_3c57320348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 294px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1433/723498779_3c57320348.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7684800@N06/723498779/"&gt;{source}&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Rear your children in love, in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. Take care of your little ones. Welcome them into your homes, and nurture and love them with all of your hearts. They may do, in the years that come, some things you would not want them to do, but be patient, be patient. You have not failed as long as you have tried.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-President Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-8387002382946986748?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-have-not-failed.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-2767469054063870414</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 22:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-16T16:02:35.487-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Recipes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Halloween</category><title>Halloween Recipe: Blood and Guts Potatoes</title><description>Doesn't that sound gross?  And honestly, I thought this would be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt; recipe--it's just potatoes and mozzarella cheese and ketchup.  But I made it anyway, just for the Halloween factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And man, was I wrong.  These potatoes are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt;.  Just trust me on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/nigella-lawson/blood-and-guts-potatoes-recipe/index.html"&gt;Food Network&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Blood and Guts Potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;!--concordance-begin--&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;4 baking potatoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;3 balls fresh mozzarella, diced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 tablespoons tomato ketchup, plus more to decorate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;!--concordance-end--&gt;   &lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;p class="instructions"&gt; Preheat the oven to 450 degrees F.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="instructions"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="instructions"&gt;Prick the potatoes here and there with a fork and put them into the oven, straight on the wire rack, for 1 to 1 1/2 hours, depending on their size.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="instructions"&gt;Take the potatoes out of the oven and let them cool down a little before you handle them. Carefully slice each 1 in half and scoop out the fluffy potato flesh into a bowl, reserving the skins.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="instructions"&gt;Put the diced mozzarella into the bowl with the potato and add the 2 tablespoons of ketchup. Mix with a fork and then spoon the filling back into the potato skins.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="instructions"&gt;Sit the loaded potato skins on a lined baking sheet, and dribble over some more ketchup in a gory blood-dripping kind of way. Put back in the oven to cook for 15 minutes, by which time the cheese will have melted and the potatoes be warmed through. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-2767469054063870414?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-recipe-blood-and-guts.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-5276933350051822740</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 22:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-16T15:57:07.303-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Memes</category><title>I'm Back!  And an Award</title><description>I've been out sick for the last week or so, but while I was gone, the lovely Kristin at &lt;a href="http://alpinekleinbunch.blogspot.com/"&gt;One Day at a Time&lt;/a&gt; gave me an award.  Isn't that sweet?  I love Kristin's blog.  You should go on over and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TlLBJKDpIOg/StPoL90GQAI/AAAAAAAAB5s/-cqbkUBKA7o/s400/you+rock+blog+award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TlLBJKDpIOg/StPoL90GQAI/AAAAAAAAB5s/-cqbkUBKA7o/s400/you+rock+blog+award.jpg" alt="rock award" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the award rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. You must post a link to the person who gave it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. You must pass it on within the next week.&lt;/div&gt;3. You must post a comment on the blogs of the peopel you honor, letting them know you have given them an award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are my award nominees, and the reasons they rock:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;a href="http://momsmutterings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pam, from Mom's Mutterings&lt;/a&gt;.  I always enjoy her posts about her family's historical field trips.  And, get this:  her cat posts sometimes, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://gladkate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kate, from We're Glad! Are You?&lt;/a&gt;  She writes such heartfelt posts about her life and her family.  I've enjoyed getting to know Kate through her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;a href="http://kidzrecipez.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nana's Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;.  Nana is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;.  I honestly don't think I've read a funnier blog.  And her recipes, well...you'll just have to go see for yourself.  Mmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-5276933350051822740?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-back-and-award.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TlLBJKDpIOg/StPoL90GQAI/AAAAAAAAB5s/-cqbkUBKA7o/s72-c/you+rock+blog+award.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-988469085872472648</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-11T10:26:59.365-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sunday Thoughts</category><title>These Little Ones</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1170/593377710_28dc7da66b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 295px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1170/593377710_28dc7da66b.jpg" alt="baby hands" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9215253@N08/593377710/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{source}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Never forget that these little ones are the sons and daughters of God and that yours is a custodial relationship to them, that He was a parent before you were parents and that He has not relinquished His parental rights or interest in these His little ones."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-988469085872472648?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-little-ones.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-2270135500685831494</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 23:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-08T16:36:43.802-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">We Are Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Autumn</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Halloween</category><title>Pickin' Punkins</title><description>Guess what--these pictures are from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;.  I know!  Usually I'm blogging pictures from at least two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Little Boy got to pick out a pumpkin from his grandma's garden yesterday.  (Yesterday!  Yes!)  He had three choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/Ss51w3p82LI/AAAAAAAAAXA/D3DhhZI3Z7s/s1600-h/bloggy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/Ss51w3p82LI/AAAAAAAAAXA/D3DhhZI3Z7s/s320/bloggy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390375286443137202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[But before we pick, we have to stop for a little cheeeeese.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/Ss51wWIlx0I/AAAAAAAAAW4/gHCVveez6T4/s1600-h/bloggy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/Ss51wWIlx0I/AAAAAAAAAW4/gHCVveez6T4/s320/bloggy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390375277444843330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eenie, meenie, miney...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/Ss51vzNASRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/aB8AYMcGzWg/s1600-h/bloggy+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/Ss51vzNASRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/aB8AYMcGzWg/s320/bloggy+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390375268068116754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...moe!  We have a winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/Ss51vc7SyDI/AAAAAAAAAWo/z-onj7G2KbM/s1600-h/bloggy+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/Ss51vc7SyDI/AAAAAAAAAWo/z-onj7G2KbM/s320/bloggy+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390375262088251442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked the one with the cool scars on it.  Awesome. This pumpkin will be one scary jack-o-lantern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-2270135500685831494?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/pickin-punkins.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/Ss51w3p82LI/AAAAAAAAAXA/D3DhhZI3Z7s/s72-c/bloggy+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-1032627773861054049</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 01:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-07T18:20:57.240-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Quote of the Day</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">We Are Family</category><title>Little Boy Quote of the Day</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/Ss0-SNSH9sI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FhKM-B9c3mE/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/Ss0-SNSH9sI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FhKM-B9c3mE/s320/blog.jpg" alt="Purple Comb" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390032811556599490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Boy:  "I'm gonna purple comb my brown hair!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-1032627773861054049?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-boy-quote-of-day.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/Ss0-SNSH9sI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FhKM-B9c3mE/s72-c/blog.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-3251500739206953462</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 23:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-06T17:19:55.182-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">We Are Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Oops</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Birthdays</category><title>Shyness in Candy Land</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2035/1791012697_4f4b1758cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 236px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2035/1791012697_4f4b1758cc.jpg" alt="Candy Land" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48600071898@N01/1791012697/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{source}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Side note:  I remember playing this old-school version of Candy Land at my grandma's house when I was a little girl.  Good times.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Boy went to his best friend's [okay, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; best friend's daughter's] birthday party today.  The party theme: Candy Land.  Awesome, right?  It was pretty fun.  All the kids had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Boy said he had a good time, too, but...he's just so shy.  Whenever we're in a social situation, he spends more time with me than with the other kids.  I've tried encouraging him to go play; I've tried &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; encouraging him to go play.  I've tried putting him in more social situations, but it hasn't seemed to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what really bothers me: the fear that it's my fault.  Maybe I'm sheltering him too much, but I don't notice it.  Maybe he picks up on my nervousness when I'm around other people [family and best friend's family not included].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; get nervous around other people.  I can remember being just as shy as Little Boy when I was a little girl.  Did I somehow pass that on to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely better now than when I was a kid, though.  That gives me hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-3251500739206953462?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/shyness-in-candy-land.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-7317399825596810508</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 23:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-05T16:47:05.201-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I Like This</category><title>General Conference: A Couple of Notes</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rsc.byu.edu/portugues/images/holland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://rsc.byu.edu/portugues/images/holland.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  So does anyone else kind of feel like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeffrey_R._Holland#Books_written"&gt;Elder Holland&lt;/a&gt; went on a rampage yesterday?  And does anyone else think it was awesome?  I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I really want to start my own "Warm Fuzzies" jar.  I have a jar, but I need to get some little fuzzy thingies to put in it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-7317399825596810508?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/general-conference-couple-of-notes.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-378461690521475186</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 00:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-03T17:17:52.648-07:00</atom:updated><title>Yay for General Conference!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/2e/LDS_Conference_Center-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 295px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/2e/LDS_Conference_Center-up.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/General_Conference_%28LDS_Church%29"&gt;General Conference&lt;/a&gt; so far.  More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-378461690521475186?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/yay-for-general-conference.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-4600265950793043039</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 22:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-01T15:54:58.587-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Quote of the Day</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">We Are Family</category><title>Quote of the Day:  Two Quotes for the Price of One!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SsUycy2PMYI/AAAAAAAAAV4/td9GDFJz-Rg/s1600-h/bloggy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SsUycy2PMYI/AAAAAAAAAV4/td9GDFJz-Rg/s320/bloggy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387767999485653378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://andwhenmymindiswandering.blogspot.com"&gt;Kaylyn&lt;/a&gt;:  "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rrrrggghh&lt;/span&gt;!  [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pause&lt;/span&gt;]  ...that was my soul talking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SsUycSNBNGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/cpi7SK2lrbY/s1600-h/bloggy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SsUycSNBNGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/cpi7SK2lrbY/s320/bloggy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387767990722835554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  "Hey, crumb cruncher!"&lt;br /&gt;Little Boy*:  "I'm not a crumb cruncher!  I'm three."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Translated from toddlerese:  "I'm nah a tum tunchah!  I'm fuh-lee."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-4600265950793043039?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/quote-of-day-two-quotes-for-price-of.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SsUycy2PMYI/AAAAAAAAAV4/td9GDFJz-Rg/s72-c/bloggy+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-6101590232405876913</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 03:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-28T20:43:39.024-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">We Are Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kid Activities</category><title>Bigger than Tonka</title><description>Our local grocery store hosted a Safety Fair a few days after Little Boy's birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a fire truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A biiiiiiiig fire truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SsF-l2AdNvI/AAAAAAAAAVY/bmXnoUHnZ6Y/s1600-h/bloggy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SsF-l2AdNvI/AAAAAAAAAVY/bmXnoUHnZ6Y/s320/bloggy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386725817929512690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought maybe they'd let us take a few pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SsF-mxRL3-I/AAAAAAAAAVo/7z9tEvJ8tt8/s1600-h/bloggy+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SsF-mxRL3-I/AAAAAAAAAVo/7z9tEvJ8tt8/s320/bloggy+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386725833837371362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they let us go way beyond picture-taking--they let Little Boy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get in&lt;/span&gt; the fire truck.  And sit in the front seat.  And look at all the cool gear and lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I've never sat in the front seat of a fire engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was probably the best day of Little Boy's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SsF-mUSdLNI/AAAAAAAAAVg/et_VvJhqi3w/s1600-h/bloggy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SsF-mUSdLNI/AAAAAAAAAVg/et_VvJhqi3w/s320/bloggy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386725826058071250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; let Little Boy go up the ladder.  Not that he wanted to--that was Isaac, actually.  I got dizzy just looking up at it from the ground.  [In fact, I'm getting a little dizzy looking at this picture.  Yeesh.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-6101590232405876913?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/09/bigger-than-tonka.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SsF-l2AdNvI/AAAAAAAAAVY/bmXnoUHnZ6Y/s72-c/bloggy+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-6583295771448727334</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 18:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-27T11:18:28.957-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sunday Thoughts</category><title>Frequently Recharged</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29363362@N00/342706375/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 207px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/342706375_d27c217dd9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[click for source]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Our spiritual strengths are like batteries; they need to be charged and frequently recharged.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-6583295771448727334?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/09/frequently-recharged.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-266995505907711181</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 00:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T17:51:27.769-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">We Are Family</category><title>Our Puzzlers Are Sore</title><description>My parents and sister came back from Utah this summer with a jigsaw-puzzle version of &lt;a href="http://www.greenwichworkshop.com/images/gallery/images/Prints/Christensen/JC00211lg.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; James Christensen painting.  It's a doozy--the puzzle, I mean.  They set it up a few week ago, but they haven't made much progress yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/Srq-c6KDT2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/0_iDDZiuoYc/s1600-h/bloggy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/Srq-c6KDT2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/0_iDDZiuoYc/s320/bloggy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384825708331880290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my family like puzzles, but I stink at them.  I'm just not a very visual person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/Srq-cQiN4HI/AAAAAAAAAVA/30FX-0q52DE/s1600-h/bloggy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/Srq-cQiN4HI/AAAAAAAAAVA/30FX-0q52DE/s320/bloggy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384825697158946930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some&lt;/span&gt; of the pieces.  Did I mention it's a doozy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SrrB04wDvkI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/1rjzVK3jdow/s1600-h/bloggy+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SrrB04wDvkI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/1rjzVK3jdow/s320/bloggy+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384829418806165058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to say that I've actually worked on it a little bit.  No one else was.  I think they're scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-266995505907711181?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-puzzlers-are-sore.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/Srq-c6KDT2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/0_iDDZiuoYc/s72-c/bloggy+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-5404155777699296912</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 22:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-22T15:57:06.462-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">We Are Family</category><title>My Grandparents Come to Town</title><description>So, the grandparents.  I'll introduce you to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have a few pictures of one night--we went out to eat and the food took foreeever, so I amused myself by playing around with my camera.  So they're not great photos.  But they're better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SrlSyPjCTiI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0TQ0B71-m1Y/s1600-h/bloggy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SrlSyPjCTiI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0TQ0B71-m1Y/s320/bloggy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384425852618559010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac &amp;amp; Grandpa.  They're probably talking about golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SrlSyYKjErI/AAAAAAAAAUo/t0echCjCffA/s1600-h/bloggy+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SrlSyYKjErI/AAAAAAAAAUo/t0echCjCffA/s320/bloggy+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384425854931767986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma &amp;amp; Mom.  They're probably watching Little Boy do something silly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SrlSy8anqsI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Br7vVsHRlfQ/s1600-h/bloggy+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SrlSy8anqsI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Br7vVsHRlfQ/s320/bloggy+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384425864662854338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yup.  Definitely silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-5404155777699296912?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-grandparents-come-to-town.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SrlSyPjCTiI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0TQ0B71-m1Y/s72-c/bloggy+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-4814061209845709286</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 23:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-21T16:21:23.455-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">We Are Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Birthdays</category><title>The Year of the Tonka</title><description>Sorry about the lack of posting.  My grandparents were in town last week, and we were off adventuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Little Boy had a birthday a few days ago.  He's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; [I know, right?]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SrgHQPzMUdI/AAAAAAAAATw/k6UC22gpZJI/s1600-h/bloggy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SrgHQPzMUdI/AAAAAAAAATw/k6UC22gpZJI/s320/bloggy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384061330221978066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes = perfect size for little boys' hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SrgHRtnTM9I/AAAAAAAAAUI/TSLV-Tn1vFI/s1600-h/bloggy+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SrgHRtnTM9I/AAAAAAAAAUI/TSLV-Tn1vFI/s320/bloggy+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384061355405030354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got his first balloon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;.  He likes to run up and down the hallway with it, looking over his shoulder to watch it float behind him.  He hasn't tripped yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SrgHRH4H3XI/AAAAAAAAAUA/gnuMwzlas4o/s1600-h/bloggy+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SrgHRH4H3XI/AAAAAAAAAUA/gnuMwzlas4o/s320/bloggy+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384061345275043186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...there were presents.  Including, but not limited to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SrgHQlEnbLI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Pt3Wz-MGxSY/s1600-h/bloggy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SrgHQlEnbLI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Pt3Wz-MGxSY/s320/bloggy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384061335932202162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little wooden train...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SrgHR2Qe9xI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/EYommvidMUI/s1600-h/bloggy+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SrgHR2Qe9xI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/EYommvidMUI/s320/bloggy+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384061357725251346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and trucks.  Lots of trucks.  Fire trucks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; dump trucks.  So many trucks.  They're everywhere.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His grandma sent him the little hat he's wearing in that picture--it used to be Isaac's.  He wears it &lt;a href="http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2008/12/hat-day.html"&gt;all the time&lt;/a&gt; now.  Pretty stinkin' cute, if you ask me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-4814061209845709286?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/09/year-of-tonka.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SrgHQPzMUdI/AAAAAAAAATw/k6UC22gpZJI/s72-c/bloggy+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-7780983093075936536</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 16:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-20T09:45:54.789-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sunday Thoughts</category><title>Step Up and Be Strong</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://contentdm.lib.byu.edu/cdm4/item_viewer.php?CISOROOT=/RelEd&amp;amp;CISOPTR=7089&amp;amp;CISOBOX=1&amp;amp;REC=2"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 507px;" src="http://contentdm.lib.byu.edu/cgi-bin/getimage.exe?CISOROOT=/RelEd&amp;amp;CISOPTR=7089&amp;amp;DMSCALE=100.00000&amp;amp;DMWIDTH=600&amp;amp;DMHEIGHT=600&amp;amp;DMX=0&amp;amp;DMY=0&amp;amp;DMTEXT=&amp;amp;REC=2&amp;amp;DMTHUMB=1&amp;amp;DMROTATE=0" alt="Nauvoo Monument to Women" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Sisters, now more than ever, we need women to step up and be strong. We need women who declare the truth with strength, faith, and boldness. We need women to set an example of righteousness. We need women to be ‘anxiously engaged in a good cause.’ We need to live so that our lives bear witness that we love our Heavenly Father and the Savior Jesus Christ and that we will do what They have asked us to do.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Barbara Thompson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-7780983093075936536?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/09/step-up-and-be-strong.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-3230693924852876246</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 21:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T14:33:35.165-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sunday Thoughts</category><title>Like Oak Trees</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41894180985@N01/532971064/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 368px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1408/532971064_ea83e1d1e3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Faithful members of the Church should be like oak trees and should extend deep roots into the fertile soil of the fundamental principles of the gospel. We should understand and live by the simple, basic truths and not complicate them."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{click image for source}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-3230693924852876246?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/09/faithful-members-of-church-should-be.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-7319473400751797488</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 21:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-08T14:04:40.854-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Quote of the Day</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">We Are Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Silly Stuff</category><title>Little Boy Quote of the Day</title><description>Little Boy, as I walked into the living room:  "Mom!  I'm gonna duuuuuuuust!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SqbGg5DifoI/AAAAAAAAATo/7BsfkTlNv-g/s1600-h/bloggy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SqbGg5DifoI/AAAAAAAAATo/7BsfkTlNv-g/s320/bloggy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379205073314414210" 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/4208382376490475668-7319473400751797488?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-boy-quote-of-day.html</link><author>teachmetowalk@hotmail.com (Andrea)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkOSCwGghNI/SqbGg5DifoI/AAAAAAAAATo/7BsfkTlNv-g/s72-c/bloggy+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
