tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15671674865707141122024-02-18T17:59:30.869-08:00Jorgenson Joys*Kyle, Shauna, Kyah & Spencer*ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-53875919781438024572011-01-27T10:30:00.001-08:002011-01-27T11:54:11.667-08:00Ultrasound for baby #3<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTUlsadSXw0IpXAnsXJPHzcK4HiaDhSDNUgnABcLCyImBMqITfLMxV9C4MlrthNFEtmNRY2aT6ASlTMgpe77ixxaAab7WQfmvATg_OiI149_5wOFm8z7huX9HeR7AopiHpiEiHMM3IcgM/s1600/001.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTUlsadSXw0IpXAnsXJPHzcK4HiaDhSDNUgnABcLCyImBMqITfLMxV9C4MlrthNFEtmNRY2aT6ASlTMgpe77ixxaAab7WQfmvATg_OiI149_5wOFm8z7huX9HeR7AopiHpiEiHMM3IcgM/s400/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566936802455519778" border="0" /></a>We had our first ultrasound last week. The gender wasn't going to be a public announcement because Melissa thinks its SO much fun to not know what it is, so we weren't going to tell her. She asked the one person who didn't swear not to tell what it was....Kyah. A 4 year old! So the cat's out of the bag. It's another girl, due June 20, 2011. She appears to be totally healthy and growing well. Surprisingly, she is actually measuring a day ahead of her due date. With both Kyah and Spencer, they were both smaller and measured 4-5 days behind. Maybe she'll be a little bigger when she's born or won't be a week late. The only problem they saw was the placement of the placenta. It's at the bottom and shouldn't be. She said I will eventually have to get another ultrasound to make sure it moves before I get to the end. Let's hope! Now let the name battle begin!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjum2L9AbBreuDxAKArhbhmm2ZxJ-M-xSr8QFWf0GC8tk8r0Vmyjdg7yFZ-hH21Pm8LY0I1UTkszZC4ThWiIsp8yIRBvRM5HRPYcughZ03mvx0e-CTJ1a7dFDB1WURrmLj8a59zYZbE49s/s1600/002.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjum2L9AbBreuDxAKArhbhmm2ZxJ-M-xSr8QFWf0GC8tk8r0Vmyjdg7yFZ-hH21Pm8LY0I1UTkszZC4ThWiIsp8yIRBvRM5HRPYcughZ03mvx0e-CTJ1a7dFDB1WURrmLj8a59zYZbE49s/s400/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566935479611900546" border="0" /></a>This somewhat disturbing looking picture is her face from the front. (You can see the two eye sockets and the skeletal opening of her mouth.) The little line below her head is her arm bone and if you look very closely, you can see her little fingers resting on her cheek. Little poser already.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC89-BfkPTWFRjTE2f1lhvI4_60XG6MQxlipDyL5SgccGuKRt1S7BdP5ebAbgLt3Ghljk81q8QFUHCU3BRHLhlVPHdwb8CfNXXH9XC4or4YygqU3vNTTr66AFjBlXzoRMvf5NtoPpXD9Q/s1600/003.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC89-BfkPTWFRjTE2f1lhvI4_60XG6MQxlipDyL5SgccGuKRt1S7BdP5ebAbgLt3Ghljk81q8QFUHCU3BRHLhlVPHdwb8CfNXXH9XC4or4YygqU3vNTTr66AFjBlXzoRMvf5NtoPpXD9Q/s400/003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566935479943013842" border="0" /></a>And obviously, this is her foot. Kyle was curious how big it was so she measured and it was an inch long.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Now with that being said and enough time passing, I want to vent for a second. Baby girl was not our first pregnancy last year and I just have to say, I can not believe how insensitive some people can be when it comes to miscarriage. Insensitive is not the right word to describe those who were trying to console with "at leasts", but one word of advice. Don't. Don't try to console someone who has just had a miscarriage by saying, "well, at least it wasn't your first baby" or "at least you were only __ weeks along" or "at least you've only had one." So many people had a comment like this to make to me and they DON'T help. Don't get me wrong. I appreciate everyone who tried to be supportive. But it really really sucks no matter which number pregnancy it is or how far along you were. I DO realize that I am fortunate that I wasn't 12 weeks in or had multiple miscarriages or that I am able to have children at all. And I would feel horrible for someone who was so excited to get pregnant for the first time, only to lose it. They are all things I said to myself. But it doesn't lessen my own feelings of loss and sadness. The very worst was someone who knew about my miscarriage, when talking in a group of pregnant women all due around the same time I was, actually told me I missed the boat. Really? Totally hurtful and unnecessary.<br />I was talking to a friend about how blown away I was by people's ability to be so insensitive and she shared her own story with me. I was appalled! (I'm retelling it as best as I can recall!) She's been told she will never be able to conceive. So they adopted a beautiful little princess over 4 years ago. Not too long after the adoption, by a miracle, she became pregnant, and even made it far enough into the pregnancy to be able to hear the heartbeat, but then dealt with the tragic loss of miscarrying. She moved shortly after this and assumed she wouldn't have to deal with people knowing. One woman in their new ward knew she had been pregnant and she had to tell her. The woman actually looked at her young daughter and said something to the affect of, "it's probably for the best, it looks like you have your hands full." I am floored at how ignorant some people can be.<br /></div></div>ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-80329503152267661412010-07-15T12:05:00.000-07:002010-07-15T12:21:02.472-07:00Allred family reunionKyle's mom's family has been having an annual family reunion since the 40s or 50s. Its really big. It started with his great-grandpa and his siblings back then. It keeps going after all these years with all their descendants and it is huge! There are so many people there and it is SO much fun! It's always held out in Altonah, UT on one of the family members property. They have a whole bunch of land and there is a tree-shaded clearing where everyone brings in their camper trailers. It has a little lake with a swing (which unfortunately we didn't make it over to this year...its hard with the little ones!) And of course we have a big campfire every night. Kyle's Mom and her siblings are in charge of putting on next year and they've decided they're going to let the "kids" handle it this time. I'm open to any suggestions if anyone has any fun ideas for a really big family reunion! :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoN1gC6NFpj-LrW_LYU9SfD6_7ii5_ZEzp6856a0-X8qjwpEsqIGjOeedxf6rrzK_tFDhy73CvUPK_jvmq5DzB7B3qqRRexk81VMIQXGNV7_J-vn1KTgI8TvSvaACGuesqw9731kuMTqQ/s1600/S5002482.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoN1gC6NFpj-LrW_LYU9SfD6_7ii5_ZEzp6856a0-X8qjwpEsqIGjOeedxf6rrzK_tFDhy73CvUPK_jvmq5DzB7B3qqRRexk81VMIQXGNV7_J-vn1KTgI8TvSvaACGuesqw9731kuMTqQ/s400/S5002482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494214029036364514" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dX5js7P01XdLXUCM7t93TcvsMqzDuxvgrfaFPjYHM-22zzs0I7fPZ3bJ-kcztxUrvnOydF-WdhyEHQ0CLSuA4LWjJeq5e_QOXf_f8JTHwR4pfK5w9JS8WfuTShKV_TYtAJu1ZoBqAGs/s1600/S5002463.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dX5js7P01XdLXUCM7t93TcvsMqzDuxvgrfaFPjYHM-22zzs0I7fPZ3bJ-kcztxUrvnOydF-WdhyEHQ0CLSuA4LWjJeq5e_QOXf_f8JTHwR4pfK5w9JS8WfuTShKV_TYtAJu1ZoBqAGs/s400/S5002463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494214017421106226" border="0" /></a>Kyle & Rachel<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjMLAa5UsSlwCLIDtqXpqnlNaq3ZvwXIS2G2bcnJ9evvpvk4Ezm3pQNJkF-2Ox2Ea2E537SJYLoYHMkxbCjPaof3xxxfev4CNb2g1rkFdLgLfgnKqJl5iiO9UmCqAqtYRVElRrE7ifluQ/s1600/S5002452.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjMLAa5UsSlwCLIDtqXpqnlNaq3ZvwXIS2G2bcnJ9evvpvk4Ezm3pQNJkF-2Ox2Ea2E537SJYLoYHMkxbCjPaof3xxxfev4CNb2g1rkFdLgLfgnKqJl5iiO9UmCqAqtYRVElRrE7ifluQ/s400/S5002452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494214017000998786" border="0" /></a>Spencer spent the whole 3 days in the sandbox and throwing whatever he could find into the stream.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDmU1-tVsu7Ri8CwL6XEN2tCSDDZViO53xOhYKpiNST3m1XILjpUjazZkj4b5QO9vlAcz2qoZvKroIJeW4zuLP9_35vYVOkO6BYrD4GEtQMy758uF2JqxPHEf37fFaWyksft8IgFuAC20/s1600/S5002450.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDmU1-tVsu7Ri8CwL6XEN2tCSDDZViO53xOhYKpiNST3m1XILjpUjazZkj4b5QO9vlAcz2qoZvKroIJeW4zuLP9_35vYVOkO6BYrD4GEtQMy758uF2JqxPHEf37fFaWyksft8IgFuAC20/s400/S5002450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494214007823644242" border="0" /></a>Kyle's mom, Bunny and Aunt Barb<br /></div>ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-21897492951960688662010-07-15T11:40:00.000-07:002010-07-15T12:00:38.715-07:00It came! It finally came!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbjVWvVwUrIAAbXLQcaEeYozD95EImqbQr34Jbx3R47pB8CY0akCDGdpZ-pqp-axP8lA85JPa0nH0U4etAu3dNGTN8X6Icx7SPmj2073QKD0sxc2soGRU50mvHm5HMdXQul64vC8ShIR8/s1600/camera.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbjVWvVwUrIAAbXLQcaEeYozD95EImqbQr34Jbx3R47pB8CY0akCDGdpZ-pqp-axP8lA85JPa0nH0U4etAu3dNGTN8X6Icx7SPmj2073QKD0sxc2soGRU50mvHm5HMdXQul64vC8ShIR8/s400/camera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494206889201141506" border="0" /></a>Kyle has been on my case about buying a new video camera. We bought one right before Kyah was born, but it kept making its way back down to Kyle's work, so it was never around when we wanted to take video. I started seriously looking into which would be the best to buy. Melissa convinced me that I'd be better off (and more likely to take more video) if I had a really good still camera with a really big SD card, because I'll actually carry this around with me every where I go. So I bought one that is specifically advanced in taking video and I finally got it yesterday! I'm really hoping that the new camera will also inspire me to take more normal pictures too. I usually just let everyone else take pictures for me and have them send me copies because A) The quality was not that great and B) It was so slow to take pictures, kids would do something cute and stop by the time my camera actually got around to capturing the picture. I can't complain too much....it was a gift and its been fine for the last almost 4 years. But I am super excited about the new one!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5diDgrJC2GtWxCndzWOCUYUYnxMONSgu9ikUJq-6b4FMfuykFij90u3UAkMqEE-L97RBnMMQ68FaG4_PmqYNwGtyh5nj2bRhVS_kVSyYpR8ayqq7MzGcA1jg7NzRLuv1H04TBonM5diU/s1600/S5002590.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5diDgrJC2GtWxCndzWOCUYUYnxMONSgu9ikUJq-6b4FMfuykFij90u3UAkMqEE-L97RBnMMQ68FaG4_PmqYNwGtyh5nj2bRhVS_kVSyYpR8ayqq7MzGcA1jg7NzRLuv1H04TBonM5diU/s400/S5002590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494206908649820674" border="0" /></a>This shows the difference in quality of cameras. This is taken with the old one. Look how red and glowy Spencer looks, not to mention you can't even tell his shirt has buttons...it just all blurs together.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghsRLXCS3rHRsDbSoTKHN02RWboz9pYyODbuO8GAycRWp5Er1Mi_KROpZ4lrnUAuDWioUXG-ZKHUl-RRidaDYdATO6-7WlpLfOJWz2D14HYwGZJKHvGkB80_sPqV7M_tO-baiI8mXe5Ls/s1600/P1000012.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghsRLXCS3rHRsDbSoTKHN02RWboz9pYyODbuO8GAycRWp5Er1Mi_KROpZ4lrnUAuDWioUXG-ZKHUl-RRidaDYdATO6-7WlpLfOJWz2D14HYwGZJKHvGkB80_sPqV7M_tO-baiI8mXe5Ls/s400/P1000012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494206898256219282" border="0" /></a>And a picture taken few minutes later with the new camera. Much much better!<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/KYLELO%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" />ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-22361053359467634592010-06-04T15:10:00.000-07:002010-06-06T19:41:18.744-07:00Costa Rica<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUM9NYm5Y5U86pIL9-t_cvrmeOjXVTyZa1mk4FtStD9p7Si9bBVCWW1rfCodr2EEQPuxFjm4ZMotLmevQlePJVXLCwIhXmo2qGEBXpj9OY00rv6NIIrTKnaBwJU8GyeDzVTiVmxB0ZUP8/s1600/S5002414.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUM9NYm5Y5U86pIL9-t_cvrmeOjXVTyZa1mk4FtStD9p7Si9bBVCWW1rfCodr2EEQPuxFjm4ZMotLmevQlePJVXLCwIhXmo2qGEBXpj9OY00rv6NIIrTKnaBwJU8GyeDzVTiVmxB0ZUP8/s320/S5002414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479062473429885442" border="0" /></a>The view from the check out desk. Those rooftops are the Villas amongst the trees!<br /><br /></div>Our much anticipated vacation had a really rocky start, but all in all, we had a good time! We had a red eye flight to Atlanta scheduled for 12:50 am. We had Kyle's brother drop us off at the airport at 11:00 at night, only to find out all flights between Atlanta and Salt Lake had been canceled all day. We spent the next hour waiting in line and then making arrangements to reschedule our flight. There is only one flight a day from Atlanta to Liberia, Costa Rica and that happens to be in the mornings. That meant we wouldn't be able to fly out of Atlanta until Sunday morning. The customer service rep we dealt with in Salt Lake said Delta would put us up in a hotel in Atlanta Saturday night since it was their fault. The Delta employees were not quite as friendly and helpful in Atlanta (that's being overly nice about it!) We found the "help desk" and an employee told us what line to wait in after we told her our problem. She went to check the computer for us and said that there was no note on us as to receiving a free hotel stay from them. So we waited in line for about 30 minutes (the line she told us to wait in) only to be first in line and have the woman at the desk start yelling at the first employee about sending people into the wrong lines and that she needed all of us to go to the back of the other line. We just pretended not to hear and stayed where we were! When we got to the desk, she told us the same thing....there was no note and if someone has promised us that, there should be a note. We very nicely and calmly (not that she deserved any respect the way she was treating everyone else!) told her what she could kiss if she didn't give us a room. Needless to say, we got our free hotel stay.<br />We got to Playa Conchal (our resort) and couldn't be more pleased. It's a pretty amazing place. The service was fantastic in every department! Their attention to detail is absolutely impeccable! We told them about our flight be canceled (clearly, not their problem) and they offered to extend our stay one day, free of charge since we checked in a day late. Who does that? The resort is basically like it's own city. It's a gated area with condos and about 40 8-plex Villas that are basically studio apartments (that's what we stayed in) and one hotel building. There are like 6 or 7 fantastic restaurants and all kinds of shopping. They have their own night club and performing theater, a golf course, a casino, tennis courts, several pools, and of course, it's right on the beach. I was really really impressed! I would go back there in a heart beat! If you want to see more pictures of the hotel we stayed go here....http://www.paradisus-playa-conchal.com/<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Unfortunately it started pouring rain the first night we got there and didn't let up once until about Wednesday afternoon. Although it limited what we were able to do, we didn't let it get to us. It was still warm, despite the rain, so we still played in the ocean and walked along the beach. I even went to a spin class on Monday morning! (Don't make fun of me for working out on my vacation....there wasn't a whole lot of option with the rain!) It was fun. I had a one on one class with the hot Costa Rican instructor!<br /><div style="text-align: left;"> Kyle set up a trip to go deep sea fishing on Tuesday. We got all the way out to where they started setting up the equipment. The rain made really big waves and our boat was swaying back and forth. I already have issues with seasickness and that only made it worse! Kyle had them take me back in to the marina and he went back out to fish by himself, while I went back to the hotel and spent the morning relaxing. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDuHEImkytHE8KGs51C1onyRq-rL_vffb7usbiPvFdhdEu4T7V0YU6WpltHuv6fNm85hfRTUctihAleUoEh2uTdcH0FQ_3CDXdWRS4vaMtkq3B4w0QhHVKSiCBgpseFfCE7VPs3kqwOWU/s1600/S5002369.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDuHEImkytHE8KGs51C1onyRq-rL_vffb7usbiPvFdhdEu4T7V0YU6WpltHuv6fNm85hfRTUctihAleUoEh2uTdcH0FQ_3CDXdWRS4vaMtkq3B4w0QhHVKSiCBgpseFfCE7VPs3kqwOWU/s320/S5002369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479054113214865970" border="0" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">Kyle's rooster fish<br /><br /></div>Wednesday we decided to take surfing lessons. That was the most fun thing we did! If I lived by an ocean, I could totally see myself getting into it! Our surf instructor was guy named Harlan that is from San Diego. He went to Costa Rica on vacation 6 years ago and decided not to go home. There were real bad swells in the ocean, so our learning conditions were less than optimal. He admitted it was so nasty, he wouldn't surf in those waves. He told me I was a natural....I jumped up on my very first try, but then didn't get into stance, and fell shortly after. On my 3rd ride, I got up and then rode the wave all the way into the shore, where I ran out of water, dug the nose of the board into the sand and went flying backwards and landed on my tailbone in about 3 inches of water. I fought back the tears on that one! I walked if off on the beach for a few minutes then went back out. It still hurts really really bad and I have a feeling I'm going to be dealing with it for a while! After my initial injury, I got knocked around quite a bit by the erratic waves and took a board fin to the quad. That sure left a mark! For Kyle, surfing did not click so easily as it did for me. It took him a little while longer to catch on. Talk about a work out! We were exhausted by the time we finished!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUcpHtR_yhaCAD339hHePiCJaW1c7epLg-YkyZiRfnk88fIq9l2oUGAdnS1dE95kabgx48GsS9zflzmuSzbR6ro7YOP_Qr121LeMM3EVRL9RbjqI9u4mghHYm7EQHTLUKfnmy5dHhxdqc/s1600/S5002374.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUcpHtR_yhaCAD339hHePiCJaW1c7epLg-YkyZiRfnk88fIq9l2oUGAdnS1dE95kabgx48GsS9zflzmuSzbR6ro7YOP_Qr121LeMM3EVRL9RbjqI9u4mghHYm7EQHTLUKfnmy5dHhxdqc/s320/S5002374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479056993459720290" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The weather cleared up almost completely by Thursday, so we spent that day at the hotel. Kyle rented a fishing pole from the vendors on the beach and took a kayak out and fished while I laid out. We also got massages together on the beach. Talk about a relaxing place to get massaged. I was pretty impressed by the massage too....I asked for a deep tissue massage and that's what I got.<br />Friday we went zip lining. That was pretty fun too! There were a total of 8 zip lines through the tropical forest and we even saw monkeys up in the trees. At the end of the zip lines, they had a platform we climbed to a gigantic swing they hooked our harnesses to. That was the best part!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1n1FT8bSliQCAYlftWQeXRflql-NLKenaYCI4MXdqtBK7-GFuK6zfdty5dj9ZFE_KFP9zpRg5pysOzfoVrxyTO9cbN14OzI8dON1h7mObRCyirQu8biCAtMtmghpujWfu1yDPomBRaIc/s1600/S5002386.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1n1FT8bSliQCAYlftWQeXRflql-NLKenaYCI4MXdqtBK7-GFuK6zfdty5dj9ZFE_KFP9zpRg5pysOzfoVrxyTO9cbN14OzI8dON1h7mObRCyirQu8biCAtMtmghpujWfu1yDPomBRaIc/s320/S5002386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479059935148588818" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrMm9oQXDUI36nuIM-zxzl67XjAplstP4RTZ-ODQtZSAtSkEHDGAiJxYCSnpFFvQEr_9k9SsYWvNpQAgcOqx4l5uNdEAXbM8qZIdOdoRZaOLTLSSCerSETvOdUc0qyTN-ny6denaH3XTs/s1600/S5002389.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrMm9oQXDUI36nuIM-zxzl67XjAplstP4RTZ-ODQtZSAtSkEHDGAiJxYCSnpFFvQEr_9k9SsYWvNpQAgcOqx4l5uNdEAXbM8qZIdOdoRZaOLTLSSCerSETvOdUc0qyTN-ny6denaH3XTs/s320/S5002389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479059942774037394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1jG2y_HnRCY2J6GdK9Y6Am2_7X5-lG08onrEq2Ge0lF4oh5Qmfmuhlr2WRbAZVX61xXYUXvrUZX2QzqWU67Uu1OLaFW_JR9mT2bO1svqdPU6a8oOgIRRei0CoMQ8LHXrER0qE_zQ7V9A/s1600/S5002391.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1jG2y_HnRCY2J6GdK9Y6Am2_7X5-lG08onrEq2Ge0lF4oh5Qmfmuhlr2WRbAZVX61xXYUXvrUZX2QzqWU67Uu1OLaFW_JR9mT2bO1svqdPU6a8oOgIRRei0CoMQ8LHXrER0qE_zQ7V9A/s320/S5002391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479059947903734018" border="0" /></a>The monkeys in the trees!<br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2RHnFvuzWI5Nf49nkKMGyCiD87x4l-xsHdNFZD_U9BzbmqCm33X1JfT6lMUSfEgFrFBko-S-STh0q7n8Z5uV9IGRfK-YQNbV2nbVsIGqPjeUv8vj8mNBNd0XUKRRcRkoCtMf4yy6Sv0/s1600/S5002398.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2RHnFvuzWI5Nf49nkKMGyCiD87x4l-xsHdNFZD_U9BzbmqCm33X1JfT6lMUSfEgFrFBko-S-STh0q7n8Z5uV9IGRfK-YQNbV2nbVsIGqPjeUv8vj8mNBNd0XUKRRcRkoCtMf4yy6Sv0/s320/S5002398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479059956080906418" border="0" /></a><br />Saturday, our last day to play, we decided to go scuba diving. We went back and forth over whether or not to go, but ultimately, I figured we'd regret it if we didn't. Now I kinda regret that we did! The waves were once again really really big. The boat ride out was really long. I did fine riding out to the islands on the boat. It was when they made us go to the bottom deck with the engine and the fumes. We put on our gear and I really started to get nauseous. Usually I get sick on the boat, but once I'm under, I'm fine. Not this time. It was really rough even at 50 feet below the surface. We figured I must have had water on my ear that was throwing off my equilibrium because if I got any lower than 45 feet, I could not get my ear to pop. I kept going back up trying to fix it, to no avail. I've never ever had a problem clearing my ears while diving. I was relieved to be done with the dive. Our 3 minute sluff off at 20 feet nearly killed me. I really thought I was going to throw up under the water. I didn't....I waited until I got back on the boat. Needless to say, we didn't use our second tanks!<br />I really really enjoyed Costa Rica. Kyle did too. We were surprised by how nice all the locals were. A lot different experience than Mexico. By the end of the week, I actually really started to miss the kids. It was a fun trip, but it's also good to be home!<br /></div></div>ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-56073993129756367932010-05-16T17:47:00.000-07:002010-05-16T21:00:59.599-07:00Ogden Marathon 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLAYMb26KaQRc6SWP45qDbpUdasWi6Kgn-_c3rjaMrmrE4g-TpfeEHqmbMiWp7Ph2eWUj9X8OnbVRwXYA6E-qX5_dFfiVu0EyaJ_lmoPc-ZRJks_8XQG6bCzu5cjSJxrz3Tf30YhEmnC0/s1600/DSC_0481.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLAYMb26KaQRc6SWP45qDbpUdasWi6Kgn-_c3rjaMrmrE4g-TpfeEHqmbMiWp7Ph2eWUj9X8OnbVRwXYA6E-qX5_dFfiVu0EyaJ_lmoPc-ZRJks_8XQG6bCzu5cjSJxrz3Tf30YhEmnC0/s320/DSC_0481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472054774122517378" border="0" /></a>Let me start at the beginning....<br />Who'd have thought that <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span></span> would ever run a marathon? If you'd have asked me a year ago, I'd have said you were nuts! So for anyone reading this that says, I could never (or would never) do it, never say never! Running is a challenge for me....it always has been. We had to run the mile in PE and weight training class in high school every Wednesday. I DREADED Wednesdays. My time was usually somewhere between 11-12 minutes for ONE mile! (Just a side note, as I got more into fitness, that was unacceptable to me, so I did improve my time of one mile to 9-10, but never any longer and it was a struggle for me!) Running is not natural or easy for me. I used to get these really bad side cramps after one lap that made it impossible for me to run any further.<br />So last October, Kyle and I were visiting his parents in St. George. It just happened to be the weekend of the St. George Marathon. We were trying to get across town and everywhere we went, we kept running into road blocks because of the dumb runners! We sat in a line of cars for a few minutes waiting for our turn to talk to the cop patrolling traffic and I watched the runners for a little bit. Don't ask me what crazy pill I took that morning, but as I watched them, I had this real strong impression in me.....I could totally do that! Wait, what? What would make me possibly want to do something so stupid? And you have to pay to get into the race! Who does that? Apparently, I do!<br />I came home and went to the gym the following Monday morning where I ran into my friend/neighbor Desiree. I told her I wanted to run the St. George Marathon next year. As fate would have it (and I couldn't describe it as anything but fate!) she had also been having the itch to run a marathon. Even more of a coincidence, she also wanted to run the St. George Marathon but had heard it is hard to get into and the more races you have under your belt, the better chance you have at the lottery. Well, she has LOTS of family that are regular marathoners and some of them were already signed up for the Ogden Marathon. So we decided to do it first, then try to get into St. George this October. So we signed up in November and started training. It started slow and short on a treadmill. I'd run a couple miles at like 5 mph and start getting that stupid side ache. I'd hold my side as hard as I could and just push through it. I learned by doing that, it'd go away after like 10 minutes. I don't get cramping at all anymore. Haven't since the first month of training. We started our early morning Saturday runs at 5-6 miles and slowly increased our distance. We got into our real serious training by January. We wanted to be able to run and be home by the time our families were awake so there were some mornings we'd go out at 3 am! (And yes, that means getting up at 2:15 am!) We both found Friday nights to be pretty sleepless in anticipation of having to get up. There were some mornings that were so cold, we had frost in our hair, eyebrows and eyelashes! Training in Salt Lake in the winter is not for the faint of heart!<br /><br />So fast forward 7 months....Desiree and I drove up to Ogden together Friday night. We went to dinner at Bistros with Desiree's sister, Tami, her step-mom Kathy and Kathy's sister Ellen (both seasoned marathoners....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_JO6UbjkINENgxs0HDdN7LXQdkVQcmE57xPy2_5ZIKehaPiZavf30dtESFQsj8TQyndjtLW1pvRD5uviHhAYb6uLPnstZNTbIoE7WE2FhIVNJsj9TJ_mhIWxcvEOzQhO3goZceNQFfk/s1600/S5002331.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_JO6UbjkINENgxs0HDdN7LXQdkVQcmE57xPy2_5ZIKehaPiZavf30dtESFQsj8TQyndjtLW1pvRD5uviHhAYb6uLPnstZNTbIoE7WE2FhIVNJsj9TJ_mhIWxcvEOzQhO3goZceNQFfk/s320/S5002331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472054990003106242" border="0" /></a>this was number 19 for them!) Kathy's son Jake and his fiancee Becca. Also Kathy and Ellen's friend Eileen, and her husband Mike, their daughter and their friend Don. It's funny how there is an instant bond and friendship between runners. I sat down at a table full of strangers and left with a table full of friends!<br /><div style="text-align: center;">We all stayed at the Hampton Inn one block up from the finish line (and right on the street the buses picked us up to shuttle us to the top of the canyon.)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUoCokmA0P68HYuYqxuO-p42UVv_zG9zhLPiCj6eW2mkbfjJ57hqUz_LV0Qi2NbRofcn-WCrljI3-7mR2XxyOdYb7erIvASVHFLlEGDXDwoBrvhwkYl5uuME1Q8imqkhGjnpIxGwKukD8/s1600/S5002336.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUoCokmA0P68HYuYqxuO-p42UVv_zG9zhLPiCj6eW2mkbfjJ57hqUz_LV0Qi2NbRofcn-WCrljI3-7mR2XxyOdYb7erIvASVHFLlEGDXDwoBrvhwkYl5uuME1Q8imqkhGjnpIxGwKukD8/s320/S5002336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472055823656031746" border="0" /></a>Des and me waiting to get on the bus.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The ride up the canyon seemed to take forever! But it was pretty cool once we got to the cow field they dropped us off in. There was so much energy. I could not have been any more excited than I was at that point!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwP81CS34fOv-0XYPhJyWq9jnnzRWQNw33NaHpGHQUjz90pp_bjyjDBK3Ptq0GfsSRCAyasOO-MPnTwrjvry1rdQw9lW-gP4T0vjAoqUS9oJC1Q43PD8dhPNpvShm0V-VQxA8ZZi8QYLc/s1600/S5002345.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwP81CS34fOv-0XYPhJyWq9jnnzRWQNw33NaHpGHQUjz90pp_bjyjDBK3Ptq0GfsSRCAyasOO-MPnTwrjvry1rdQw9lW-gP4T0vjAoqUS9oJC1Q43PD8dhPNpvShm0V-VQxA8ZZi8QYLc/s320/S5002345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472058749175646674" border="0" /></a>All the runners preparing for the race!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhUdC8wuhSC7kcz4yj4sic5BbG9gpSOx-xTJqcDp4m6wH0l8ypcdWqkC23jOhaKolkgFkTFUvGaTW6lm-zBIajTkC4fkeMWE53fuk3InM1LZQX1yMq5Jbx2fSbHlnDBbgwT7YrNF5z2zA/s1600/S5002349.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhUdC8wuhSC7kcz4yj4sic5BbG9gpSOx-xTJqcDp4m6wH0l8ypcdWqkC23jOhaKolkgFkTFUvGaTW6lm-zBIajTkC4fkeMWE53fuk3InM1LZQX1yMq5Jbx2fSbHlnDBbgwT7YrNF5z2zA/s320/S5002349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472059336513539970" border="0" /></a>Our group waiting for the race....Ellen, me, Desiree, Kathy<br /> Eileen Tami<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiEgLyP7pXuS-BJ375fTL8huwQAL6PxFM79703ed66Xe6vcm_L7K-qtK7u4THwDxQGnvEUi5Q9xPBz8O9bGAOf-0SWeNx0zZaWPFzsyd3Y__yAo3aRQABbz6eoz6_IIU4ujfnvp2U8yKo/s1600/S5002351.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiEgLyP7pXuS-BJ375fTL8huwQAL6PxFM79703ed66Xe6vcm_L7K-qtK7u4THwDxQGnvEUi5Q9xPBz8O9bGAOf-0SWeNx0zZaWPFzsyd3Y__yAo3aRQABbz6eoz6_IIU4ujfnvp2U8yKo/s320/S5002351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472059339812977346" border="0" /></a>This picture does not describe the sight I wanted to capture.<br />You look ahead and all you see is racers.<br />You look behind and see the same sight!<br />Amazing!<br /><div style="text-align: left;">When we first started, there is so much adrenaline. I couldn't stop smiling I was so excited! The scenery was just gorgeous! We absolutely rocked the first 7-8 miles. I ran faster than I've ever run in my life and didn't even notice. After that my legs started to hurt. We'd done training runs with hills, but I'd say the majority of what we ran was pretty level or a real slight incline/decline. This was non-stop up down up down from beginning to end. There was one HUGE hill at about mile 12 and one big downhill around mile 18, but the rest was constant rolling hills. My muscles were not prepared for that. Desiree really started to pull away from me around 8 miles. I could see her for several miles and then she was gone. I ran my best personal 13.1 (half marathon distance) and even stayed right on track to reach my goal time of 4 1/2 hours for most of the second half. I had been warned, but did not quite understand how hard that last 6.2 miles is! (We never ran longer than 20 in training.) It didn't help that I ran out of water right at the halfway point. I'm the type of person who only performs well if I can constantly sip water. Chugging water every 2-3 miles doesn't cut it for me. I carried my Camelbak to be able to drink whenever I wanted, but didn't fill it, assuming that with all the water stops along the way, I wouldn't need as much. Wrong! I've heard of hitting a wall around 22-23 miles. I never really experienced that. I had moments through out the whole race where I'd start to feel tired and slow a little, but then I'd get a burst of energy and take off again. But at no point did I ever feel like I couldn't finish. My last 6.2 miles was SO slow, it destroyed any chance of reaching my goal. I was running between 4-5 mph for most of it when the rest of the race I was running between 6-7. I did get one burst of energy around mile 23, but it didn't last long. I sped up a little once I got off that stupid running path (the most boring part of the race which also happened to be in the end!) Then I saw Chase and Mike with half a mile to go. I gave Chase my Camelbak and got my final burst of energy to get to the end. It was pretty emotional! (To be honest, I thought I'd be a bigger boob than I was, seeing as how my eyes would get misty every time I pictured myself crossing the finish line!) I got teary eyed, but I kept it together. I was lucky enough to be greeted at the finish line by Kyle with my kids, my mom, Melissa, Mike and their kids, and Chase and Kristi. Chase and Melissa decided to keep it a secret that they were coming. I asked Chase if he were coming and he started whining about it being his birthday and why would he come up. Melissa just always avoided the subject. Kristi was even supposed to be out of town, so it was a good surprise! My final official time was 4 hours 47 minutes and 53.3 seconds. Guess I'll just have to run another one and do 18 minutes better! I am so elated to be done and to be able to say "I've run a marathon!" I do have to admit....although it consumed my life and I haven't slept in on a Saturday in over 7 months, I am a little sad it's come to an end. I've thoroughly enjoyed all of it.....even if it was one of the hardest things I've ever done! I've decided running a marathon is like growing and delivering a baby. Almost as many months of grueling training that leads up to the big day of 4-5 hours of hard intense labor for a moment that is SO rewarding and gratifying!<br />What I wasn't prepared for is the pain afterward. I was always sore after our weekly long runs, but nothing like this. It hurt to walk the day I did 20, but I went shopping that afternoon. All I wanted to do Saturday was sit with my feet elevated. Every waddling step is pretty excruciating in my quads! I have to hang onto the banister with both hands to climb stairs. I'll be "walking" and my muscles will just give out and my knees will start to buckle. I can not do anything that requires the use of my quads. And go figure....as soon as we got home, Kyle left to go dirt bike riding the whole rest of the day. This morning he had to go meet someone at work, so I was left to get the kids ready for church by myself. And this evening, he had to fly out to Washington leaving me to try to take care of the kids alone. It's been really hard to tend to their constant needs! But the pain will fade and the glory will last forever....totally worth it!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSC4x8OiKcqZNLp98muZBpbSCDbqNkBnQB2ytNzG5D6sbioqn3_fNanrId4cDlA0Z1u7dWifiOAf1Y6jI1Tgb9YOZujrYQvUA1bGXu5eQiQ80pG0arpG1yS9d0gR-SrCAzDNy8quwYtjQ/s1600/DSC_0488.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSC4x8OiKcqZNLp98muZBpbSCDbqNkBnQB2ytNzG5D6sbioqn3_fNanrId4cDlA0Z1u7dWifiOAf1Y6jI1Tgb9YOZujrYQvUA1bGXu5eQiQ80pG0arpG1yS9d0gR-SrCAzDNy8quwYtjQ/s320/DSC_0488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472080078925500354" border="0" /></a>Right after finishing, catching my breath!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9111Di6B-Ye0voDG4ntndIidj6ypEPjK1RWyc8SizVf05aRpAQzzHrqliXGrFjHAL2CrpYaEmwBXhZHNbfWJFKpZkHN54_DT58UL38Wv9tSG1R4NocO7Agqr7NV8dQh_QREC70i4BQEg/s1600/DSC_0500.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9111Di6B-Ye0voDG4ntndIidj6ypEPjK1RWyc8SizVf05aRpAQzzHrqliXGrFjHAL2CrpYaEmwBXhZHNbfWJFKpZkHN54_DT58UL38Wv9tSG1R4NocO7Agqr7NV8dQh_QREC70i4BQEg/s320/DSC_0500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472080084387736066" border="0" /></a>Getting my medal. (Sexy backpack sweat!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6A5AOU-jnFWvgi7PZuvazBL7W5bWQuA9Qta8SJCJVjg9AH0MDsMNziUP1Y9W4c36bW8T2prOP3pFk7T394OfC-8y72CyseEKbFwcPb-Dy-MGMHup34cvRxIViHfhQtr8YU-MJpPCNMT8/s1600/DSC_0509.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6A5AOU-jnFWvgi7PZuvazBL7W5bWQuA9Qta8SJCJVjg9AH0MDsMNziUP1Y9W4c36bW8T2prOP3pFk7T394OfC-8y72CyseEKbFwcPb-Dy-MGMHup34cvRxIViHfhQtr8YU-MJpPCNMT8/s320/DSC_0509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472080092408246834" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-73478817624935832472010-05-01T11:01:00.000-07:002010-05-01T12:06:45.657-07:00And the worst blogger award goes too....My excuse for not blogging more often is usually that I don't do anything worth blogging. But lately I've gotten to do lots of fun things and still no recent blog entries! No excuses....I just haven't done it. So here is a summary of the fun things I've gotten to do. Most recently, I went to Hogle Zoo with my two sisters-in-law and their kids and my mother/father-in law. It was good to get the kids out of the house and get a little sunshine....the weather was so perfect! Spencer was fascinated by everything. He's a curious one! Kyah just enjoyed being with her cousins.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnkFFr1hk5r2SBAx0-VRBLdWod2Kwae_13epNHwXc-99DnHSzN184FyfogCGUgbPex04l2ZSWkKskWc-7rbRztf32ica13pseEh-Fw9j2cHg9NB2EU3m88F1HFIgX5CwI8BMioF6vzOHI/s1600/S5002249.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnkFFr1hk5r2SBAx0-VRBLdWod2Kwae_13epNHwXc-99DnHSzN184FyfogCGUgbPex04l2ZSWkKskWc-7rbRztf32ica13pseEh-Fw9j2cHg9NB2EU3m88F1HFIgX5CwI8BMioF6vzOHI/s320/S5002249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466367175986031202" border="0" /></a>Who needs animals? This thing is good for hours of entertainment!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQnGIHr5XIVHNLn8BwD27bg7ZkUeIg2koyuZJgX3QEQtgR3jN-naBr5yXTFyJjXLn1wE3TKYgu0MPuw0Neqr6p7VB0pI0pETgEEN52QHtlPkzQZReoNhpP5ZTq-JqoV7cKPVnHBqQTaI4/s1600/S5002257.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQnGIHr5XIVHNLn8BwD27bg7ZkUeIg2koyuZJgX3QEQtgR3jN-naBr5yXTFyJjXLn1wE3TKYgu0MPuw0Neqr6p7VB0pI0pETgEEN52QHtlPkzQZReoNhpP5ZTq-JqoV7cKPVnHBqQTaI4/s320/S5002257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466366155773229762" border="0" /></a>Of course the kids got soaked, but the weather was nice...they didn't care!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ9LI5fChoi7DOsAFZcrn6hmNJ5yxZpdJYzDsGV1w8QPNIkMGC-P9C-fziSFj7GKQGwufFTOUNjfGAXNOfiCLDeTqaa9uFB8USJ_kCEfs80-pMI3NPSSfVo1cTvTCiu8mUcAWilfIUsXQ/s1600/S5002258.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ9LI5fChoi7DOsAFZcrn6hmNJ5yxZpdJYzDsGV1w8QPNIkMGC-P9C-fziSFj7GKQGwufFTOUNjfGAXNOfiCLDeTqaa9uFB8USJ_kCEfs80-pMI3NPSSfVo1cTvTCiu8mUcAWilfIUsXQ/s320/S5002258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466366167500701922" border="0" /></a>This is how Spencer was with every animal all day. Just stared in awe.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRJ-IqdzLXP2xb9uBn90IY_ATAw4kc8FimIp5qd0hbsfNgPkrDXh89ieB5parUH-E43VXz0ObBc3KnvwCjas-5FPM1KgBFn1Nzkg4AS6Rhb9hV7VeE5NWmRyOXFZCnCIEnG7rcw3UfJrQ/s1600/S5002263.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRJ-IqdzLXP2xb9uBn90IY_ATAw4kc8FimIp5qd0hbsfNgPkrDXh89ieB5parUH-E43VXz0ObBc3KnvwCjas-5FPM1KgBFn1Nzkg4AS6Rhb9hV7VeE5NWmRyOXFZCnCIEnG7rcw3UfJrQ/s320/S5002263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466366179742390066" border="0" /></a>He especially loved the monkeys...my little monkey boy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilbdiFDXEJZNhC4SBpjJP1Bb7LYuRjj7HjwsEhVxtLLZ7_45LhxCCL-w3chcbLwFxOjFB-cbKLQur4hu5t8kVp6ztfYPaTzp9O_X1BSp2VjYHFGm2strhNTbJmqrYd-PTnrewjTEcGVWA/s1600/S5002264.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilbdiFDXEJZNhC4SBpjJP1Bb7LYuRjj7HjwsEhVxtLLZ7_45LhxCCL-w3chcbLwFxOjFB-cbKLQur4hu5t8kVp6ztfYPaTzp9O_X1BSp2VjYHFGm2strhNTbJmqrYd-PTnrewjTEcGVWA/s320/S5002264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466366566655246770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0e1vnbZTF7zFlZ88q6Ce8f8TDJ0GnapGW0snKJYfRtC2GVtZYR1GjvB5_eqhuFuAEx90iJA9b7maKSPrGEW-w5saa-20JpQJZd0HWok-bwIcW-w8a2NJyur9WNI-SnuW7ix3YHpS5dqA/s1600/S5002266.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0e1vnbZTF7zFlZ88q6Ce8f8TDJ0GnapGW0snKJYfRtC2GVtZYR1GjvB5_eqhuFuAEx90iJA9b7maKSPrGEW-w5saa-20JpQJZd0HWok-bwIcW-w8a2NJyur9WNI-SnuW7ix3YHpS5dqA/s320/S5002266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466366576354207730" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-o5aXgvKFMGon8BLF_TTotpy2uOf49nFID92s1Fr0GOGfhGBC4nwbJhDOCltT2hmG0mVKvrovT7njGWkS_9SwkFYI663L25HqTNHZZJ2ggIk7RaALNvhKSxTJPySEgB0HADC25pHT3Ck/s1600/S5002270.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-o5aXgvKFMGon8BLF_TTotpy2uOf49nFID92s1Fr0GOGfhGBC4nwbJhDOCltT2hmG0mVKvrovT7njGWkS_9SwkFYI663L25HqTNHZZJ2ggIk7RaALNvhKSxTJPySEgB0HADC25pHT3Ck/s320/S5002270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466366579841914226" border="0" /></a>Kyah and Missy<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNm8RXYUGW4uxnJU9TSXBJLkzHcX2JEWW2OWc9xQEhtI3tNJ7AMWgmt0hOOZdd5B7_POt-lJj7tMtaPMLlQX2_foaISPLFETvRneHbCnfWt3PoBt4Q5-hAzdSv7cvHSa8CQFV98yTRuA/s1600/S5002294.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNm8RXYUGW4uxnJU9TSXBJLkzHcX2JEWW2OWc9xQEhtI3tNJ7AMWgmt0hOOZdd5B7_POt-lJj7tMtaPMLlQX2_foaISPLFETvRneHbCnfWt3PoBt4Q5-hAzdSv7cvHSa8CQFV98yTRuA/s320/S5002294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466366583657875698" border="0" /></a>Naturally, they were completely spent and fell asleep within 5 minutes of leaving.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">A couple weeks ago, Kyle had to go on a last minute work trip to Chicago. I'd never been, so the day before he was to leave, he asked me if I wanted to go. Of course! So we dropped the kids off with grandma and grandpa and had a weekend getaway. Several months ago, Kyle and the machinery department did a show in Chicago. They brought in a very large machine straight to the show in hopes of selling it there. They didn't. Rather than spending $18,000....yes, $18,000, to ship it to Salt Lake, he's been paying to store it in a warehouse in Chicago. He had some interested buyers, so he had to fly out to meet them there. We flew in Thursday night, had a nice steak dinner and took a walk along the path of Lake Michigan. (Our hotel was right on Michigan Ave.) He spent a few hours with the customers while I ran along the lake and the rest of the weekend was ours to be tourists! We took the tour at the top of the John Hancock building....learned a lot about Chicago! Then we went to the Field Museum. That didn't really do it for me! Since it was only 3 1/2 miles from our hotel, we decided to walk back. It was one of the best decisions we made. We got to see so much of the city by walking. We stopped to see the most major piece of art in the windy city....the silver bean!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyboKhachUp6NSjNwZlnxhm21S54s54viXyaDyCN4JZ4wgvf5LAPejRYRbXiVD17XttgOOLTUIHDIT1rwAsaniUPkbHpJPmZudtHZrimi298ElGseaSDuo5mnZ3LXUa14ZvfbraV1ggXM/s1600/S5002234.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyboKhachUp6NSjNwZlnxhm21S54s54viXyaDyCN4JZ4wgvf5LAPejRYRbXiVD17XttgOOLTUIHDIT1rwAsaniUPkbHpJPmZudtHZrimi298ElGseaSDuo5mnZ3LXUa14ZvfbraV1ggXM/s320/S5002234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466371392247778562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwp9CyFxuehTfz8Aj5eDL0soPLV-CXK7K60SIfuXeKxLPZhCHVNu2RZ3MNMcdt0rf5PA0uf9zJRKDHRONZoTAhXQ3cvFRXN1e96SUXehcnivewgMZYwe0yjAyVXIE6w4UxxSPRNb6YUGw/s1600/S5002227.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwp9CyFxuehTfz8Aj5eDL0soPLV-CXK7K60SIfuXeKxLPZhCHVNu2RZ3MNMcdt0rf5PA0uf9zJRKDHRONZoTAhXQ3cvFRXN1e96SUXehcnivewgMZYwe0yjAyVXIE6w4UxxSPRNb6YUGw/s320/S5002227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466371383269353634" border="0" /></a>I'm not much for art, but this thing is pretty cool. We came home Saturday, but not before a day filled with more site seeing. My favorite thing we did was go to the Museum of Science and Industry. We were sort of short on time, so we didn't get to spend nearly as much time there as I would like to have. I could go on and on and on about the amazing things they have there! I would go back if I ever get a chance to go back to Chicago. My favorite thing (which was also heartbreaking to see!) was the fetus displays. Actual still born fetuses preserved from about 5 weeks to 38 weeks and 5 days, with a description of what's going on developmentally. Kyle's was obviously the actual German sub that the American's seized in WWII. It was massive! We really wanted to take a tour, but they were sold out.<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ElO8uxV5TMRG5D1HSQMF2SPAB8embAQhfFam1latNERhwsTAPSUm8dhnl9CGMuV7lQywxkadxVcuTc12Zj1A_NqvDgBexDRjYHJOStRvhA75Nfs_ftHYM6UdKUdDzQabRXAmVCNeDnc/s1600/S5002246.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ElO8uxV5TMRG5D1HSQMF2SPAB8embAQhfFam1latNERhwsTAPSUm8dhnl9CGMuV7lQywxkadxVcuTc12Zj1A_NqvDgBexDRjYHJOStRvhA75Nfs_ftHYM6UdKUdDzQabRXAmVCNeDnc/s320/S5002246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466373220804970114" border="0" /></a>Kyle standing next to the sub....this doesn't even do justice for the size of the thing! They actually had to break the thing into 3 pieces, dig a hole next to the museum, assemble it in the hole and build a building around it!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1CW0vYvbQJqbaO1AQPFxR2PSoZrtV8rfjyBMikZZRNLbQ1Eyej5fg61zyb5Qf2l-04Gr4EoPc5Wl7EGEcbRiUkDyUVpnT9Yb3kWJjKT699yu8NWsH923HBrsNTfCVtxKkJNBd-_9BW9Y/s1600/S5002239.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1CW0vYvbQJqbaO1AQPFxR2PSoZrtV8rfjyBMikZZRNLbQ1Eyej5fg61zyb5Qf2l-04Gr4EoPc5Wl7EGEcbRiUkDyUVpnT9Yb3kWJjKT699yu8NWsH923HBrsNTfCVtxKkJNBd-_9BW9Y/s320/S5002239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466373206278563634" border="0" /></a>The 21 week actual fetus. There were about 30 or so of these cases lined up to show the progression. The last one made me teary eyed!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">And of course we couldn't leave Chicago without trying the pizza they are famous for. By several recommendations, we decided to try Giardano's. I have to admit...it didn't do it for me. We attempted to go there twice and the wait was an hour each time and it's not like we were there at peak times. I didn't hate it, I just prefer other pizza. Although their tiramisu was DIVINE!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"> It was a really great, much needed getaway. (On a side note, Kyle got the purchase order for the machine last week....YEA!)<br /></div><br />And finally.....in March, Mom, Stacey, Ryan, Kaylee, Kyah, Spencer and I piled into my car and drove to Southern California. Glendora, to be specific, where my Grandma, Aunt and cousins live. It was a packed trip! It was Grandma's birthday, so we all spent Saturday doing yardwork for her. That was all she wanted. It was a lot of work, but it looked really good when we were done! And I didn't mind doing a little labor in the gorgeous March California weather. I had a pretty good tan going until I came home! We decided to take the kids to Disneyland and since we had family that are CA residents, they were able to buy us two-fer passes in advance. That way we got to go to California Adventure one day then Disneyland the next. The kids LOVED every minute of it. Kyah's pretty obsessed with several princesses right now and didn't get to see one live princess. I was pretty sad about it. However she was absolutely thrilled to walk through Aurora's castle. She can't watch a single Disney movie without yelling "Aurora's castle!" in the opening. The first day my Aunt Jeanine got to go with us and the second my cousin Lauren and her husband Matt (who happens to work at Disneyland.) We couldn't have done it without their help with the kids! It was such a fun trip!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjrgZi_-9zjW2pH_DLXQO89ARJ6VgtZeydyGSAqFuVX5URKO7XUZkwWk0oBfHVvZw5m0zJLNEyxBClMLQyrld9s_vGFv9KGe-qV8GZSKItUrUAiSpreXp2ZVObyI3DiR9xT4qXPLtNUEc/s1600/S5002192.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjrgZi_-9zjW2pH_DLXQO89ARJ6VgtZeydyGSAqFuVX5URKO7XUZkwWk0oBfHVvZw5m0zJLNEyxBClMLQyrld9s_vGFv9KGe-qV8GZSKItUrUAiSpreXp2ZVObyI3DiR9xT4qXPLtNUEc/s320/S5002192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466377679593431154" border="0" /></a>She didn't quite understand the concept of Disneyland before we got there, so we kept telling her "big park" and that got her excited enough!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDOYcEpe8RHnx0lEcS4lx-3XRtXmNiKEa6ysz-57rLA61rb8_VXye3qw9M2LrucmM1p6G4gL5vGUeCpIeBVvcIzEjLGDIou8woX-qM3zcvudeBDpRla7c173H7lE-O3c98Nq7raXFueJw/s1600/S5002200.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDOYcEpe8RHnx0lEcS4lx-3XRtXmNiKEa6ysz-57rLA61rb8_VXye3qw9M2LrucmM1p6G4gL5vGUeCpIeBVvcIzEjLGDIou8woX-qM3zcvudeBDpRla7c173H7lE-O3c98Nq7raXFueJw/s320/S5002200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466377671175314450" border="0" /></a>Bug's life....it's a real stomach wrencher!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDZ64Bw9BLxicBRCIcLUXOfQSMHPo4FTcC7t9mCdHJP9mby2pi3-OGk7O0gyXjDpEVg3pkPk_cp-bQkzxxS57DOlRcn_WlqO9wTlaoSAe2B1fDKr703OfeMmRoFE9KDf1aRWr-YGsjoUw/s1600/S5002203.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDZ64Bw9BLxicBRCIcLUXOfQSMHPo4FTcC7t9mCdHJP9mby2pi3-OGk7O0gyXjDpEVg3pkPk_cp-bQkzxxS57DOlRcn_WlqO9wTlaoSAe2B1fDKr703OfeMmRoFE9KDf1aRWr-YGsjoUw/s320/S5002203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466377662589448034" border="0" /></a>Ryan and Kaylee getting ready for the Bug's Life movie.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglg8Q8FiSCZSdORyWOvsDebk_mUTuJCbcK0wWb66zjYBOVJGA7X5ahdZf5oK53UpWnx_Xm1uMi81kRAjMkof4hKy_StbktyAm88A8dz3xmEdcWTSmydccYingH_bpgTGMqzGzYDe0UB2o/s1600/S5002205.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglg8Q8FiSCZSdORyWOvsDebk_mUTuJCbcK0wWb66zjYBOVJGA7X5ahdZf5oK53UpWnx_Xm1uMi81kRAjMkof4hKy_StbktyAm88A8dz3xmEdcWTSmydccYingH_bpgTGMqzGzYDe0UB2o/s320/S5002205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466377656477120882" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXwGYsEDyyHLm1HwuWKr82B_ZDTLJYSNZLrukplz1kfVuMPGRvKWq5OXBzl331I9Y8u9S90lrPUICbUmlgnRDJqJy7DzXwLZUgXUvLycTzIUeOEYskcUBA2QHHTUuzsgzq3wkuLrU_QrM/s1600/S5002215.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXwGYsEDyyHLm1HwuWKr82B_ZDTLJYSNZLrukplz1kfVuMPGRvKWq5OXBzl331I9Y8u9S90lrPUICbUmlgnRDJqJy7DzXwLZUgXUvLycTzIUeOEYskcUBA2QHHTUuzsgzq3wkuLrU_QrM/s320/S5002215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466377655345384706" border="0" /></a>Spencer's favorite....Nemo! He was wide eyed and smiling the whole time!<br /></div><br /></div></div>ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-75161144563137486792010-02-19T10:44:00.000-08:002010-02-19T10:51:11.750-08:00Sometimes husbands do the nicest things!We took my car into the dealership this week because there was a short in the heating element in the passenger seat. If you turned on the seat heater, it'd shut off after about 5 minutes. Minor repair...no big deal, right? So we took it and they pulled the seat out to replace the part only to realize that they were missing a part and couldn't complete it until the next day. OK, all they needed to do was put the part in and put the seat back. So I was really confused when Kyle told me someone had called him to tell him it still was not finished and I couldn't have my car back until the next day. Kyle went and picked it up yesterday and I didn't go anywhere last night after he got home so I didn't drive it again until today. I went out in my garage this morning and it is immaculately clean. It looks like brand new again...and it needed it BAD! The extra day was only to get it detailed! What a cute husband I have!ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-53299020572476942322010-02-13T14:19:00.000-08:002010-02-13T14:38:24.772-08:00Kyah goes to preschool<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHttdwkLlXBatt-J8wVeq_Kyb6prb7bTTF52kd8KErMCxYV356kl-p0EPHBqr9BNAoqIBhvdqMoDnLvW2jWyztRH2uZMYir-lWHZthctg4iEPdHdUsvbVaXVF3SFFsXLs6YIPRKKlfrJE/s1600-h/S5002140.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHttdwkLlXBatt-J8wVeq_Kyb6prb7bTTF52kd8KErMCxYV356kl-p0EPHBqr9BNAoqIBhvdqMoDnLvW2jWyztRH2uZMYir-lWHZthctg4iEPdHdUsvbVaXVF3SFFsXLs6YIPRKKlfrJE/s320/S5002140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437857102114265794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifZaFNz5KOMNb2MQi7ECXqZRuJq1MBXsuHHK7o6bwVvga9L2qdgcDzXbBmhqEvYN1Ul_My9AepM-6tfgWH7lgh0fdCW4a4ZzCwZuZv67E0_rRGKnNsdhzf50-J8256jeXHmm9_mose3cg/s1600-h/S5002155.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifZaFNz5KOMNb2MQi7ECXqZRuJq1MBXsuHHK7o6bwVvga9L2qdgcDzXbBmhqEvYN1Ul_My9AepM-6tfgWH7lgh0fdCW4a4ZzCwZuZv67E0_rRGKnNsdhzf50-J8256jeXHmm9_mose3cg/s320/S5002155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437857113759216914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUIhwUp9XwVGtxuiN2DLRZKAPwghDdxdfupND2LwYJVj-MwPUL5Z8aGAvH3VgAx-Qb7-OHSIs5ctZigvAePBslP-fIsjN4iqjB3v8bv5BrkivvCO_O_KXKksOF1PqEH1mbby80PpXs2Xc/s1600-h/S5002149.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUIhwUp9XwVGtxuiN2DLRZKAPwghDdxdfupND2LwYJVj-MwPUL5Z8aGAvH3VgAx-Qb7-OHSIs5ctZigvAePBslP-fIsjN4iqjB3v8bv5BrkivvCO_O_KXKksOF1PqEH1mbby80PpXs2Xc/s320/S5002149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437857116608265682" border="0" /></a>Once you turn 3, you are no longer qualified to get help from DDI Vantage, the group that has been helping Kyah with her speech/other areas she was behind in. They refer you to the Granite school district for continued help. The program is pretty similar, only for ages 3+. They have to qualify to be considered for the program. So I had her tested in December after DDI "kicked her out." Fortunately, she did NOT qualify, which means she is too smart for the program. She tested right on where she should be in most areas and was even a few months ahead in some. Her speech was still about two months behind average (which is a VAST improvement to go from not talking at all when she turned 2, to being barely behind, and progressing very rapidly!) Because she didn't qualify, they referred me to a Young 3's preschool through the school district. She could start school as soon as she turned 3, rather than waiting for the following school year, as most preschools do. She started February 2, and she LOVES it! She would wear her backpack all day if I'd let her. One night I was fighting her on going to bed and I told her that if she'd go to sleep, when she woke up in the morning, she'd get to go to school. She marched herself right up the stairs and got herself into bed. Her teachers are fantastic and they have a speech therapist in every class. She seems to get a lot of one on one attention from her. It is so great and I am really enjoying my one on one time with Spencer two mornings out of the week!ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-54385873857227616322010-02-13T14:03:00.000-08:002010-02-13T14:19:14.339-08:00The most AMAZING ski cabin!One of Kyle's employee's (Greg) family owns a cabin right on the slope of Brighton. It is incredible! You put on your skis and ski right out the front door to the lifts and when you're done, you ski right back into the cabin. Greg invited all the company and their families to come up to visit the cabin. It was a lot of fun! Everybody brought something to share, so we all hung out and ate and of course skied. His family has owned it for years and years and it's been passed down through the generations, which is the ONLY way you could ever own a cabin in that location. They will rent it out just to pay the annual expenses, but that's not very frequently. Because he is a friend, he said he would rent it to us as a discounted rate and it's nearly always available because they don't need the money. Kyle and I really really want to get a group together to go spend a few days up on the mountain!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEhMLUifxnvNNARJKyLWww9lHjP17AlrnqzJ0BRWXnIiF5EN6la46mL7ygU80zUKIwffj1zCv2DKrdKfjPwjCaGdzKqgwAa-px1t4ooQTPZM3UjjUS7kVahfOx03fZJhSRKEi80aZOtoY/s1600-h/S5002099.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEhMLUifxnvNNARJKyLWww9lHjP17AlrnqzJ0BRWXnIiF5EN6la46mL7ygU80zUKIwffj1zCv2DKrdKfjPwjCaGdzKqgwAa-px1t4ooQTPZM3UjjUS7kVahfOx03fZJhSRKEi80aZOtoY/s320/S5002099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437854507994170994" border="0" /></a>The view from the front window....incredible! <br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH6ibSV8ELGKPwbD_HKktOcCvP4MkjcYqbW8pbnzJ4vpORhobnzyCVj9X2jBN5BtQ9oDjHRMV3xiUIyZGdzRXGmSmco6rVVGGxykPzwiD8ET4yFARj1CxZOQvjZR4ooW8cmoHksPAD5Ig/s1600-h/S5002103.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH6ibSV8ELGKPwbD_HKktOcCvP4MkjcYqbW8pbnzJ4vpORhobnzyCVj9X2jBN5BtQ9oDjHRMV3xiUIyZGdzRXGmSmco6rVVGGxykPzwiD8ET4yFARj1CxZOQvjZR4ooW8cmoHksPAD5Ig/s320/S5002103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437854526814426114" border="0" /></a>Kyah loves her cousin! She would not take off her jacket, hat and gloves the whole time we were there!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH6ibSV8ELGKPwbD_HKktOcCvP4MkjcYqbW8pbnzJ4vpORhobnzyCVj9X2jBN5BtQ9oDjHRMV3xiUIyZGdzRXGmSmco6rVVGGxykPzwiD8ET4yFARj1CxZOQvjZR4ooW8cmoHksPAD5Ig/s1600-h/S5002103.JPG"> </a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7-Ihc4lKTvyOhrneEFtXAiIr3owC__h-daOScOM2d2ZSVIhzfnMaSUizjR_1f_PrdGgTO9LYnHefFvexN0WaytPYJtGGg_UCzo9Ksa1kRRcdI5pmP2aLLHgwibUVEX643IgHQXP_RH5M/s1600-h/S5002098.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7-Ihc4lKTvyOhrneEFtXAiIr3owC__h-daOScOM2d2ZSVIhzfnMaSUizjR_1f_PrdGgTO9LYnHefFvexN0WaytPYJtGGg_UCzo9Ksa1kRRcdI5pmP2aLLHgwibUVEX643IgHQXP_RH5M/s320/S5002098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437854534007849538" border="0" /></a>Love my little guy!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDA4K5SMNJRNjqm30-Rda-b4y-Gunb4FdZRdsttBmXo9D1HjIR0QiJnTDur_wa7Yl3CHUCQMrwg4TMB4alF5MvklzfCFIoAwX8fOE3Fv-383BOAYRpU-zEqDsSP-nfJdbvWyGqRWz5MBY/s1600-h/S5002100.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDA4K5SMNJRNjqm30-Rda-b4y-Gunb4FdZRdsttBmXo9D1HjIR0QiJnTDur_wa7Yl3CHUCQMrwg4TMB4alF5MvklzfCFIoAwX8fOE3Fv-383BOAYRpU-zEqDsSP-nfJdbvWyGqRWz5MBY/s320/S5002100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437854517596283298" border="0" /></a>Sister-in-law Bambi and nieces Kaitlyn and Missy<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibFZ8z0HNzCwbfLH5HBdwcjNSgmZIoJstBtiluscSh-agCy8NW06h_UDTejyZJoOBi89GtCrNes1TdDAGT5l8qfxDAle3i8FDj7F9HRLiwLP78KdU46R-0ZYvHCEnudBxOBHu4giG_1so/s1600-h/S5002088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibFZ8z0HNzCwbfLH5HBdwcjNSgmZIoJstBtiluscSh-agCy8NW06h_UDTejyZJoOBi89GtCrNes1TdDAGT5l8qfxDAle3i8FDj7F9HRLiwLP78KdU46R-0ZYvHCEnudBxOBHu4giG_1so/s320/S5002088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437854515067174050" border="0" /></a>She is SUCH a ham when she sees a camera!<br /></div>ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-46182365240592501322010-02-13T13:45:00.001-08:002010-02-13T14:03:43.928-08:00Kyah is 3!I'm a little late on this post, because my laptop died, and I didn't have any other way to upload pictures off my SD card. My laptop is like a cat....it's on it's 3rd life! Suddenly came back after weeks of not working!<br />Anyway...the last two years, I've made a pretty big deal about Kyah's birthday parties. Obviously, the party is more for the adults, than it is for the kids. I decided this year, I was going to just do something small with our families and it ended up being more work than had I just thrown her a well planned party! The weekend before her actual birthday, I was just going to have all of my family over for dinner and make a cake. Kyah really enjoyed helping me! Then two days later, on her birthday, we did another dinner with all of Kyle's family. It was a lot of work, but I really enjoy our families, so it was all worth it!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDhHirw4Uem8oMPm7jrmZcGr2i6nOpP5BKi3zMlhvVpvieNzNrCUyRm5xhaxzsO_S912YDsQI4ePnFCiq86iyQwwVKdQhOM8t6-OU27Yqb5c5jMYCN2NjnFtLRcjpnu-LZtmAScPabmqE/s1600-h/S5002019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDhHirw4Uem8oMPm7jrmZcGr2i6nOpP5BKi3zMlhvVpvieNzNrCUyRm5xhaxzsO_S912YDsQI4ePnFCiq86iyQwwVKdQhOM8t6-OU27Yqb5c5jMYCN2NjnFtLRcjpnu-LZtmAScPabmqE/s320/S5002019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437850182633560882" border="0" /></a>Helping make the cake!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrWzqLNTeuEgFO1DeVi03qlUmICz0eC46FPU-LbuNon7QuvP-Vbq8gLfHMWsT2-0lScYML0Pno3mM0J3qvs_E2Dq-FnzJP-J9Ed6x7JA3d9hNwdENoZc0HhNRloHd8qi-4UPsKPy9iY0o/s1600-h/S5002032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrWzqLNTeuEgFO1DeVi03qlUmICz0eC46FPU-LbuNon7QuvP-Vbq8gLfHMWsT2-0lScYML0Pno3mM0J3qvs_E2Dq-FnzJP-J9Ed6x7JA3d9hNwdENoZc0HhNRloHd8qi-4UPsKPy9iY0o/s320/S5002032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437850191910256482" border="0" /></a>Helping eat the beater!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHTe2WXL56_2TFgvrQI6Q07IDEDJXLraqSsm_Hot4iWNG_QGfaLnwl2lxK0sv2sb9ESiuRqFIWUllyBnQ2aAhG8AKdt50JzyW7YgBFLWhu2yTPw5LD273DxCqu0VFWCTpNms6rdUhZnYc/s1600-h/S5002040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHTe2WXL56_2TFgvrQI6Q07IDEDJXLraqSsm_Hot4iWNG_QGfaLnwl2lxK0sv2sb9ESiuRqFIWUllyBnQ2aAhG8AKdt50JzyW7YgBFLWhu2yTPw5LD273DxCqu0VFWCTpNms6rdUhZnYc/s320/S5002040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437850195482365970" border="0" /></a>Looking at the cake while singing happy birthday.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsfUP2POF_sm9wHPJV1aytRvKvi7FthqiyWyflZj3EU9DtFzuiAvotaMwTVf0M79D1BeZzKlkmiBol9mmJQG-okYiCcrCrIWTuzdW3BJZA8IPl4eP1JG2I98m4k1ovpl9sotd7RjpJvP0/s1600-h/S5002063.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsfUP2POF_sm9wHPJV1aytRvKvi7FthqiyWyflZj3EU9DtFzuiAvotaMwTVf0M79D1BeZzKlkmiBol9mmJQG-okYiCcrCrIWTuzdW3BJZA8IPl4eP1JG2I98m4k1ovpl9sotd7RjpJvP0/s320/S5002063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437850204883417490" border="0" /></a>The favorite toy of all the girls. It caused quite a fight!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ngqRw6huErqsapzrzXw5s8d82G4u6JLWUW5nQ46B49FUgTyZDV3PIl7Y3DLn1abNd2Csg1TIfMhsGNdRfDVyXrdAmeU_n9VGwisZn43uXDqP0ApgJ-wCQWUxu2Ng9tERPayBnnwfpQI/s1600-h/S5002073.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ngqRw6huErqsapzrzXw5s8d82G4u6JLWUW5nQ46B49FUgTyZDV3PIl7Y3DLn1abNd2Csg1TIfMhsGNdRfDVyXrdAmeU_n9VGwisZn43uXDqP0ApgJ-wCQWUxu2Ng9tERPayBnnwfpQI/s320/S5002073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437850210965693058" border="0" /></a>This is Kyah's cake from her second party. She LOVES Aurora and she still carries these cake toppers around the house with her and is quite protective of them!<br /></div>ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-3975122653382954332009-12-28T14:30:00.000-08:002009-12-28T14:51:39.019-08:00Today's rant and rave...well, everyday's rant and rave, but I'm doing it publically today.A couple weeks ago, my visiting teaching companion used the expression "catch the dust before it falls." Every time I think about it, I find myself SO irritated (not with her, with the expression.) I try to be an organized person and, of course, I prefer my house to be clean all the time. But I feel like I'm trying to clean up the "dust" of a volcano eruption while it's still spewing ash! How do you catch the new stuff when it falls faster than you can keep up with it? It's not that I mind doing the work (once)....it's that I mind doing it, then doing it again 20 minutes later, and again 20 minutes later, and so on. I spend about 20-30 minutes a day vacuuming, depending on whether or not I vacuum the upstairs. Add to that 30 more minutes to mop just the main floor and that's nearly an hour! (Not daily, just when I have the time.) Do you know how much damage my ADD daughter can do in just 20 minutes without constant supervision? I am feeling particularly frustrated today because I am running around at 100 mph, trying to get my house in order before we leave for St. George in the next couple of days. By the time I finished vacuuming, the living room was a complete disaster. So I cleaned it again. I mopped and she went upstairs and pulled every article of clothing she could reach out of her closest, off their hangers, filled up a duffel bag and emptied it downstairs to "try on." Between her and a needy 1 year old who follows me around holding onto my legs, it is next to impossible to get anything done. I know I'm not the first to have kids while trying to keep a clean house. The part that really gets to me, is that people are able to accomplish it. I seriously spend almost my whole day picking up after my kids/doing chores. No wonder I feel like I'm no fun anymore. I don't have energy to do anything else after a day where I am going non-stop! What am I doing wrong? Is my daughter really that much more out of control than other kids? Is it that wives have husbands who are willing to actually help and/or pick up after themselves? What's the trick?ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-55236236175941204372009-12-20T14:16:00.000-08:002009-12-22T20:53:04.230-08:00A MUCH needed break!Anyone who knows me, knows I have the world's naughtiest daughter! Lately she is pushing me to the brink of insanity. I am being totally literal when I say that my day consists of following after her and picking up the disaster she just made. While I clean one up, she makes the next, and so on. I'm sure she's doing it for attention, but how do I give her attention when she's the one creating the issues that take up so much of my time? (I did try something new that worked today....hopefully it'll continue to work!)<br />Last Friday was my birthday and it was one of her worst days yet. (I swear she is getting worse and worse every day!) Kyle had told me earlier in the week that he'd planned something for Friday night/Saturday morning and to pack my ski gear and swim suit. Those were my only clues. I was in such a bad mood by Friday afternoon. I didn't know what to pack (I love that Kyle went out of his way to plan something special for me, but I don't think I'm so big on surprises....I like to be prepared) and the kids were making me crazy. The plan was for Kyle's sister to come pick up the kids in the early afternoon, so I thought I'd save myself the headache of what Kyah would get into while I showered, by showering after she picked them up. I waited and waited and she never came. I finally called to find out where she was and she and Kyle had decided that Kyle would leave work to come get us and take them to her. Thanks for telling me this. Then Kyle got there and I was even close to being ready. I even went so far as to say I didn't even want to go.<br />We dropped them off with Bambi and headed North (still with no clue where we were going.) We ended up going to Lava Hot Springs in Idaho for a quick overnight getaway. I did not realize just how bad I needed a break like that! Kyle got us a room at the Alpaca Inn. It is the nicest hotel in LHS, because they recently remodeled it. The little town is so cute. It pretty much just consists of main street with a few hotels and restaurants and of course, the pools. The buildings are all so old. It's really a neat place. The owner of the hotel was super super nice (as are all the people we came across there!) Once we got there and checked it, I was able to settle down and relax a bit. We went to one of the 4 restaurants. It was only fancy one there, inside the Riverside Hotel. They had this soupy artichoke/spinach dip I just wanted to drink, it was so good!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNva2igNif1ouIepFMpkpvXjOfvB6kGXqmmeaoxQnycRDAdhXPMWvlJLS67CWr1LvC_wbz0JnsOPhHuX9uX0QUqnSn7jDSimX6IjDzMe6LVOzTUT2CfLcPONEhoNpWYrnzoAlmlKTRZuI/s1600-h/LavaHotPools.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNva2igNif1ouIepFMpkpvXjOfvB6kGXqmmeaoxQnycRDAdhXPMWvlJLS67CWr1LvC_wbz0JnsOPhHuX9uX0QUqnSn7jDSimX6IjDzMe6LVOzTUT2CfLcPONEhoNpWYrnzoAlmlKTRZuI/s320/LavaHotPools.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418201675467675938" border="0" /></a>We went to the pools at 9:00 at night when the temperature was somewhere in the 20s. They have a good set-up.....they have heated locker rooms and heated floors, because it is SO cold! Your first instinct is to run from the dressing room, into one of five-3 foot deep pools. But you step into the pool and your next instinct is to step right back out! You definitely have to work your way into them because they are so hot! It was so nice and relaxing. It was totally dark and you are pretty much surrounded by steam coming off the water.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIRTknBVkHIKPvhqrVpMfBsxQV9RuX4W1Dea-UyeZzlcDs6I7cQOQ87CvbFQurU-EfN9j933t49B3l91X4O2vOFPhJUEhbRI7qm3itT3lvQKjR1SZytEY-6gSITeufip-80YCTq4rgK54/s1600-h/LavaHotSpringsPools4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIRTknBVkHIKPvhqrVpMfBsxQV9RuX4W1Dea-UyeZzlcDs6I7cQOQ87CvbFQurU-EfN9j933t49B3l91X4O2vOFPhJUEhbRI7qm3itT3lvQKjR1SZytEY-6gSITeufip-80YCTq4rgK54/s320/LavaHotSpringsPools4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418201681432174578" border="0" /></a>This is a daytime picture, but you get the point! It was so great to sit around and do virtually nothing! There is a ski resort just 25 miles away and we did plan on going skiing, but we both decided that we were so relaxed (and needed it) that we bagged the idea. We both love to ski, but let's be honest....it's a lot of work! Better saved for a time when that is the only plan! Instead, we slept in (if you call 8:30 sleeping in) went out for breakfast, went back to the Riverside Hotel where they have private rooms with small lava pools and soaked for a while longer, then got tandum couple massages. It was relaxing, but definitely not the best....and I've had the best! I told him I was sore and wanted an all over deep tissue massage and basically got an oil rub down. Can't complain too much though! We decided this is something we need to do more often. It's only about 2 1/2 hours away and is perfect for a quick relaxing vacation!<br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-34.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-33.jpg" alt="" />ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-84687220449875192732009-08-10T17:09:00.000-07:002009-08-10T18:18:28.141-07:00Cabin in Scofield<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_CTudfw43Yz_Z-s48KiLreoMy6hyivBRLJ82XRPYoEtUFZ4lH0EowLLsEhIPPJf2mWqaB7ujhtx5ou5qaNDRQtdp6c1RDe_T68BtymcXh5RYoiYfW15haQ6lzgFsRHgL6YLvkvz_93W8/s1600-h/S5001875.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_CTudfw43Yz_Z-s48KiLreoMy6hyivBRLJ82XRPYoEtUFZ4lH0EowLLsEhIPPJf2mWqaB7ujhtx5ou5qaNDRQtdp6c1RDe_T68BtymcXh5RYoiYfW15haQ6lzgFsRHgL6YLvkvz_93W8/s320/S5001875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368502773718136962" border="0" /></a>Kyle drew a once-in-a-lifetime archery tag in Manti this year, so he has been spending a lot of time getting ready for it. (It starts August 15th.) He's been worried about how much time he has been spending away from the family. So with intentions of scouting the Scofield area, he decided to rent a cabin for the weekend and take the family. I'd never even heard of Scofield before then and now I seriously love it there! I love how small, quiet and quaint it is. I didn't terribly love the fact that cell phone service is SO limited, but other than that, I really like the place! It's about a 45 minute drive past Provo. Heading through Spanish Fork Canyon, it's only 17 miles out from a turn off. We went with one of Kyle's good friends from college and his family--Rhett, Melissa and Kylie Ferguson. Kylie is 5 and Kyah just ADORES her. She was her little shadow all weekend long. As you can see from the picture, she'd even stare at her to see what she would do next.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9D1SFeh1pPH1Hw7vx1zhM4lpVKUW5iMedfkcvSowBXbS5rb3R9awwsw7lYKJx_KdzWriKC5M4cSFyftN_zzNURr-e9XXIX2Rbj7mGVoc4ud5fFZJ-qkGEL-WkM-J0XNvuF3sAgpmHr6o/s1600-h/S5001884.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9D1SFeh1pPH1Hw7vx1zhM4lpVKUW5iMedfkcvSowBXbS5rb3R9awwsw7lYKJx_KdzWriKC5M4cSFyftN_zzNURr-e9XXIX2Rbj7mGVoc4ud5fFZJ-qkGEL-WkM-J0XNvuF3sAgpmHr6o/s320/S5001884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368502784033607058" border="0" /></a><br />Anyway, Scofield is a small recreational city built right on a gorgeous lake. The lake is small, so it is not overly crowded. Each of the homes built on the shore has its own personal dock. The weather is beautiful. In the winter time, it is a great place for snow mobiling. I love that its only about 2 hours away...it's still a get away, but it's not so far from Salt Lake that it takes all day to get there. So Kyle and I started dreaming. There is quite a bit of real estate for sale there, but we were drawn to one piece in particular. It is a run down (probably condemned) cabin on a prime piece of property. It's a really good size lot right on the lake. It has it's own little sandy section of beach and its own dock. Kyle and I started talking about how ideal the place would be as a vacation cabin. We could tear out the old cabin and build his dream cabin. We'd build something big and open so there would be lots of room to host friends and family. We would build a big garage on the property to house a boat we could leave there year round. We'd have to invest in more snow mobiles and four wheelers too, of course. The agent for the cabin we were renting happened to stop by and we asked him about the property. He told us not to bother because they were moving the shore line (really good real estate agent....talk people out of being interested in property and don't give them any information...I'll bet he makes a killing!) We e-mailed the actual listing agent to see if we could get more information on it, seeing as how we were going to tear down the other cabin anyway.<br />As of right now, we're just waiting to hear back from them. We've also started looking at some property on the other side of the lake they are trying to build up. It would be closer to the marina, but it's just not the same!<br />The nice thing about the idea is that this would just be a vacation home, so we would not be in any HUGE hurry to get it done. Kyle always said he'd love to build his own house. (That's obviously NEVER going to happen now that we've gone through the building process.....we are never moving again!) If we built a cabin, he could do it when he had the time, and do it just the way he wants it. If we do all this slowly, we can just save some extra money and pay for things when we had the cash to do it, so we don't have to go into any debt for it. I am really really excited about the prospect of doing this! It might be a couple years down the road before we are done, but get ready to party the cabin with the Jorgensons! All will be invited!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOF3M9W7VTneXFKWsrWdaydWIG5p1k5wpRA27i7zdPUOefFn1xVjzsAt9sPTuSUA9-DrqOteRUlxBzp6ouox_5wtaqovvS7v-qsrm28h2nZ1Xs7ukUZXNJYIgfau_coNn4TeruDJHqQg/s1600-h/S5001870.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOF3M9W7VTneXFKWsrWdaydWIG5p1k5wpRA27i7zdPUOefFn1xVjzsAt9sPTuSUA9-DrqOteRUlxBzp6ouox_5wtaqovvS7v-qsrm28h2nZ1Xs7ukUZXNJYIgfau_coNn4TeruDJHqQg/s320/S5001870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368502772186254482" border="0" /></a>Kyah and Spencer holding hands on the drive down there! Two hours proves to be a pleasant trip. They never hit the point of "get me out of this seat!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE1raV86xM02hLPHwmvKZOFVV_F18wtcRj-ufZUamGkktyjmA460MxA2wiUnWQWTvGkVSMjZqK181fe08xjDoC5C7TiLCsET2Idd0wabzapKfIwADxLsmAjPB1E7jZ_dltTH9vIMvw3gE/s1600-h/S5001890.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE1raV86xM02hLPHwmvKZOFVV_F18wtcRj-ufZUamGkktyjmA460MxA2wiUnWQWTvGkVSMjZqK181fe08xjDoC5C7TiLCsET2Idd0wabzapKfIwADxLsmAjPB1E7jZ_dltTH9vIMvw3gE/s320/S5001890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368502792071031394" border="0" /></a>Kylie and Kyah waiting for the dads to come back from riding their dirt bikes so we could go swim in the lake!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghWk1_QVs5UYvVAxAQXwgyitNZZTHrWopr5CoKhOwkFUPwWUsyLOD1Q8dYwPbhhDpyyjR4ruOoVNnN3Yj-576YU3R3cz_CDOaM1IAu0-NHfC2Yf5ldV5VwoJeTLq6HTQgYA8FXtuHmmm8/s1600-h/S5001881.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghWk1_QVs5UYvVAxAQXwgyitNZZTHrWopr5CoKhOwkFUPwWUsyLOD1Q8dYwPbhhDpyyjR4ruOoVNnN3Yj-576YU3R3cz_CDOaM1IAu0-NHfC2Yf5ldV5VwoJeTLq6HTQgYA8FXtuHmmm8/s320/S5001881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368502780223151234" border="0" /></a>This is our would-be dock. It needs a little work, but so does everything else!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjibmFQKsidzHV5WPRdwFEQKi0KXXxDxCmuQn46WemwjagXIsCtxvaWFvZUikjpDQKDScmAnDobe9N7_5Vb_VtrqkXnE0d2JZZejFtSplJUFJfc_2aT5Dm3jbr_oajpQm5Omxw3AbD0LO0/s1600-h/S5001901.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjibmFQKsidzHV5WPRdwFEQKi0KXXxDxCmuQn46WemwjagXIsCtxvaWFvZUikjpDQKDScmAnDobe9N7_5Vb_VtrqkXnE0d2JZZejFtSplJUFJfc_2aT5Dm3jbr_oajpQm5Omxw3AbD0LO0/s320/S5001901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368505390679833282" border="0" /></a>Spencer LOVED the water!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-nwX0nxtE_ULPLz5VFm0-bwhyphenhyphenVeGa5Sg6rfz7Ec1ZVOOdgv9Yw6xjyxDiy6nwiIbeK-DPZRaHnOXtOMq_X8bHXHqrXSqfRiO4buZONyRE7JMuQgQrvn-BG7Tmeutb3dW52FRGQ904M0/s1600-h/S5001894.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-nwX0nxtE_ULPLz5VFm0-bwhyphenhyphenVeGa5Sg6rfz7Ec1ZVOOdgv9Yw6xjyxDiy6nwiIbeK-DPZRaHnOXtOMq_X8bHXHqrXSqfRiO4buZONyRE7JMuQgQrvn-BG7Tmeutb3dW52FRGQ904M0/s320/S5001894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368505387737444402" border="0" /></a>Kyah with Rhett in her first time at the lake. I sure gained a new understanding in how quickly a child can get into trouble in water. Kyah was quite timid at first. Kylie is a bit more experienced with water, so her parents let her just go play while they stood on the shore (of course with a life jacket on.) Kyah is not such a big fan of the water and it took her a few tries of dipping her feet in to go a little deeper. Once she decided she was ok with the water, I was at her side the entire time. Although she was getting more used to it, she still was very very cautious. She watched Kylie jump up and down in the water diving into it head first. All of a sudden, she got this surge of bravery and in a foot and a half of water, copied her, diving down head first. Though she was clearly tall enough to just stand back up, she freaked out and started to thrash, not knowing what to do. She was face down in the water for about 2 seconds before I scooped her back up. She clutched on to me and screamed for a good couple of minutes. She was never in any danger, but I just couldn't help but shake that feeling of how potentially tragic a situation like that could be. Panic set in with her and all rationality ceased. That's something that gnawed at me for days!<br /><br /></div>ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-51157566089211484152009-08-04T13:49:00.000-07:002009-08-04T15:37:01.802-07:00California, knows how to party....and so do we!So this post is long past overdue, but there were SO many pictures to go through after we made a compilation of everyone's pictures, the idea of going through them overwhelmed me....hence, putting this off. We had our family reunion in Southern California last month. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIvYhfMxAhiyK5ApvGblEIGWgfGEV3-r1bRMiCztyoDVnyB94aFKO0-hkp-uvj9-hRIRFAkzHXSZ191gxks8QB_ozRwTiZYeezRQ2bat6bAM3O-gm8AdOjx5HmIXRtglDHpe4NzrTNpQY/s1600-h/P1070745.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIvYhfMxAhiyK5ApvGblEIGWgfGEV3-r1bRMiCztyoDVnyB94aFKO0-hkp-uvj9-hRIRFAkzHXSZ191gxks8QB_ozRwTiZYeezRQ2bat6bAM3O-gm8AdOjx5HmIXRtglDHpe4NzrTNpQY/s320/P1070745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366222313375698498" border="0" /></a> It was fun, but let me just say....vacations are no longer vacations anymore, when you have little ones. It is SO much work! Melissa and I drove down there with our 4 kids--two 2 year olds, and two 10 month olds! That was a fun (sarcasm intended) drive. Thank goodness for DVD players! It may have taken a little longer than the drive normally takes, but we made it. We stayed in a less than stellar hotel (thanks Priceline!) where we had several run-ins with an employee. It's hard enough to get the kids to go down when you take them out of their routine, but try putting them all together and it was interesting.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFTCdwihDc2LFs8Z0eXvweSeWwBecJ6HdnEYeVMHK4o2vCAl8zRF1NDSZ9j7GoHTmQzVUrVgo7sKOd_Nad4ufydLzRt_4Lyjuldy9bsgIw3h6PjXKNlUsIgGO4QI4RI92LiVvDi-jXQpY/s1600-h/DSC02767.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFTCdwihDc2LFs8Z0eXvweSeWwBecJ6HdnEYeVMHK4o2vCAl8zRF1NDSZ9j7GoHTmQzVUrVgo7sKOd_Nad4ufydLzRt_4Lyjuldy9bsgIw3h6PjXKNlUsIgGO4QI4RI92LiVvDi-jXQpY/s320/DSC02767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366217431059250610" border="0" /></a>The first day we were there, we debated whether or not to go to Disneyland with some of the other family (it was a free day to choose what you wanted) but we decided after getting in after midnight and really struggling with the kids sleeping (or lack of sleeping) we didn't want to get up early and try to get ready. It took Melissa and me until 1:00 to get ourselves and all 4 kids ready and out the door! Remind me not to ever be a single parent! Or have twins! We had a nice relaxing day and took the kids to a really cute splash park down the street. They really enjoyed it. This is my cousin's sweet little girl Mattison!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyN95AWDLmLAmOfrfyZ7vt1LDlYPfbL919XQsAzgJZYwZL-4Sbly4nBCAZX4NsJL25AKAAsmMBX5sd3Kho8jG_VP7R-Ao9ADN2_quzuGOgQJ89ZDSS9Yt8o3jHsP2ZtppH-Dxyf9Ni-lo/s1600-h/078.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyN95AWDLmLAmOfrfyZ7vt1LDlYPfbL919XQsAzgJZYwZL-4Sbly4nBCAZX4NsJL25AKAAsmMBX5sd3Kho8jG_VP7R-Ao9ADN2_quzuGOgQJ89ZDSS9Yt8o3jHsP2ZtppH-Dxyf9Ni-lo/s320/078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366217419064966866" border="0" /></a>Thursday, we all went to the beach! That was a fun, fun day! It's interesting to me, how when you have little kids, you end up packing more stuff for them, just for a few hours, than you would for yourself on a week long vacation! We spent the whole day there. Kyah played for a little bit, then laid down on a blanket and slept a few hours. Very unusual for my non-napper. But when she finally woke up, she really seemed to enjoy herself.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkVCsUkt0j6u_Zs0vXhlV-3qb8uWR9GTb4_8WiJC3uWAucUrubkuaiXJTT_-Rtgxr2xmb41TpOixDxjXkIq2Bq9B5hPJfUWluk_5arRS-zZeyEwoxPQOjUfqj_SM-2O-F3BtkA1RWDRr4/s1600-h/DSC02782.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkVCsUkt0j6u_Zs0vXhlV-3qb8uWR9GTb4_8WiJC3uWAucUrubkuaiXJTT_-Rtgxr2xmb41TpOixDxjXkIq2Bq9B5hPJfUWluk_5arRS-zZeyEwoxPQOjUfqj_SM-2O-F3BtkA1RWDRr4/s320/DSC02782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366217405560786482" border="0" /></a>My aunt let us bring her (not so) easy-up tent. We tried and tried to get it up so we'd have shelter for all the little kids. It ended up completely breaking, so Melissa made it a makeshift shelter. Thank goodness for it. Each of the kids ended up taking a nap under it at some point.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIC2S83zlCLfHga5GeRBe_DtliO5ouvuSknmEBC9Rcwvi5EGhBkgt8vCU5dJC-Nd4cjISJYqoAPHmYSQYn73d-0tEcqkHir7XSGENN1lATFgLCPwgHtXa_9C1rYvPRIzeRdICMkT8_ZVc/s1600-h/IMG_2450.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIC2S83zlCLfHga5GeRBe_DtliO5ouvuSknmEBC9Rcwvi5EGhBkgt8vCU5dJC-Nd4cjISJYqoAPHmYSQYn73d-0tEcqkHir7XSGENN1lATFgLCPwgHtXa_9C1rYvPRIzeRdICMkT8_ZVc/s320/IMG_2450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366217437676374658" border="0" /></a>Kyle flew in this evening in time for dinner. We stayed until late night and had a BBQ in the fire pit on the sand. Good times!<br />Friday we went to the train museum and LA Zoo. It was SO hot and humid! This is a picture of all of us huddling in the only spot we could find shade! I have to admit....I wasn't the happiest camper there! It was pretty miserable. I was ready to go home! After we'd been a the zoo for a few hours, we had a little discussion between all our family to see who wanted to stay and who wanted to go home. I had a car load, so even though I wanted to leave, I didn't have much choice. 10 minutes after some of the family left, I got my first bee sting. There were thousands of bees swarming everywhere! Let me just say how thrilled I was about that!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV82seuTJYt8Ts3GU7es1dsbjH2TjtwTL_Jf4qxGX-QnRwoXyUFY4BMFTOcgzv_VnHwAdv-tvBMaCYZ3X1ZRx6gcmqIqXAtp1Ac3RI6jUTzkdFfmyiV1JA0EQDoZ7ERByzHCU9TNLzuZA/s1600-h/179.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV82seuTJYt8Ts3GU7es1dsbjH2TjtwTL_Jf4qxGX-QnRwoXyUFY4BMFTOcgzv_VnHwAdv-tvBMaCYZ3X1ZRx6gcmqIqXAtp1Ac3RI6jUTzkdFfmyiV1JA0EQDoZ7ERByzHCU9TNLzuZA/s320/179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366220074826931394" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7rKA4-JskLttVwEj5FI6Jc2z2hNyNeqObBkhcBtQcOle3-HZq45MrhCPIexV4-uTHv80O3ck_Y9ipu0N7Q51y8aMxVUc4HispkDTq7RoRVQ8XOxk5_KLKnxFDmuOgkxqnAMTRhdMt96E/s1600-h/IMG_5870.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7rKA4-JskLttVwEj5FI6Jc2z2hNyNeqObBkhcBtQcOle3-HZq45MrhCPIexV4-uTHv80O3ck_Y9ipu0N7Q51y8aMxVUc4HispkDTq7RoRVQ8XOxk5_KLKnxFDmuOgkxqnAMTRhdMt96E/s320/IMG_5870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366222302387515890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Saturday was our last play day. We spent the day at the park. It was an enjoyable day, just sitting around talking and being able to find shade when it was too hot! We were able to get a whole lot of pictures!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3PSXFAsUn2jCDtI7SFeucsxhTu7ROBi0XHaNyxc-VyENz00cG1fGwxvh5hQaNinz3FcLSpciBPp9BXLtJGrWG_2hg7dQ5iCDxCjQQQYMaaN_A5d4hFN-TjBaFt3TvaxgP9V3aGfXJYo/s1600-h/DSC_0046.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3PSXFAsUn2jCDtI7SFeucsxhTu7ROBi0XHaNyxc-VyENz00cG1fGwxvh5hQaNinz3FcLSpciBPp9BXLtJGrWG_2hg7dQ5iCDxCjQQQYMaaN_A5d4hFN-TjBaFt3TvaxgP9V3aGfXJYo/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366220110031187618" border="0" /></a>The first one is a redo of the picture we took at our last family reunion 2 years ago (minus Elizabeth.) Youngest to oldest, only a 4 month difference--Memphis, Amy, Kyah, Kennedy. It was fun to see them all play together. I sure wish Emily and Jill were closer so these girls could grow up together!<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMbinn0G2S1Q9bnHBDyRcFKhyphenhyphen_nu_Y3zTMn5FI9lkPJRr0BTlfVz-StkuVxSKOlLUEkO9uZdMTiA19Ka2p2lk78Fqwdg-nJe1C0EGHxAblTZ0elmpW7ZjdFufysvVfKF2UxFSDl2HdkRg/s1600-h/DSC_0065.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMbinn0G2S1Q9bnHBDyRcFKhyphenhyphen_nu_Y3zTMn5FI9lkPJRr0BTlfVz-StkuVxSKOlLUEkO9uZdMTiA19Ka2p2lk78Fqwdg-nJe1C0EGHxAblTZ0elmpW7ZjdFufysvVfKF2UxFSDl2HdkRg/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366222288083416082" border="0" /></a>This is the next group of babies all born within around 6 months of each other. Youngest to Oldest--Lydia, KayLee, Spencer, Mattison, Damien.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Nd_m9Mc-LYMLZJZofdLzFa4W0FjdV8INLT7jPBsQUUoPReYlM6Wkr0xgFkx2WGW9Nwl1JXAqj5jNuO-5aAjSVq_SEzj3PCrJH6rLfdew1tNem7LHjGcZzFjbEHKVRTCqvffio-Mpm7k/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Nd_m9Mc-LYMLZJZofdLzFa4W0FjdV8INLT7jPBsQUUoPReYlM6Wkr0xgFkx2WGW9Nwl1JXAqj5jNuO-5aAjSVq_SEzj3PCrJH6rLfdew1tNem7LHjGcZzFjbEHKVRTCqvffio-Mpm7k/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366220102273968610" border="0" /></a>And finally, our whole group!<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGw5v6z-BO72K8RFxaypVrI4ySO2u5N0ENvEvkw40i4sl1u_AS_uLG2bIYHgEHdXrMKqQM4I268ltqaElOfRAzRgi_MHKtY84gXPJUZ7T2G92Xv3jYnEH63xlDJ0XzMbfV3lrJUwfojtg/s1600-h/293.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGw5v6z-BO72K8RFxaypVrI4ySO2u5N0ENvEvkw40i4sl1u_AS_uLG2bIYHgEHdXrMKqQM4I268ltqaElOfRAzRgi_MHKtY84gXPJUZ7T2G92Xv3jYnEH63xlDJ0XzMbfV3lrJUwfojtg/s320/293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366220090933461106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />At the end of the day we all went back to Aunt Jeanine's house to watch a movie in her back yard with the projector. It really was a lot of fun and I can't wait for the next one in 2 years!ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-86609756048627073452009-06-11T15:43:00.000-07:002009-06-11T15:59:44.831-07:00Happy for No Reason<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhak1xD_3nv1Tk-HIm1gDCoeCDvwumPFyo3oXmB4hN_vuVNCouC62vnT0xPvae6XTpDhXMyiH7-c_pCDQyRhv_oA0yII8P9MM_smEq0KHqLr3FNtjwh2wiu9sEDYW6v_Koq7C1aRMso88I/s1600-h/book.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhak1xD_3nv1Tk-HIm1gDCoeCDvwumPFyo3oXmB4hN_vuVNCouC62vnT0xPvae6XTpDhXMyiH7-c_pCDQyRhv_oA0yII8P9MM_smEq0KHqLr3FNtjwh2wiu9sEDYW6v_Koq7C1aRMso88I/s320/book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346204552203274130" border="0" /></a>When Kyle and I went on vacation last month, I realized that I forgot to take stuff to entertain myself on the airplane. So we went into the airport bookstore and bought a couple books. I found Happy for No Reason by Marci Shimoff and decided it might be a good one. Now I just want to clarify...the first thing everyone asks me that find out I'm reading this, is what's wrong, are you not happy. That's not it at all. In fact, she pretty much hits the nail right on the head within the first chapter. She wrote this book, not just for those that are miserable. It's to help those who are unhappy be happy, and those that are happy, be happier. I fit into the second category. Let's be honest....who doesn't want to be happier, no matter how happy they are. I finished reading it this morning. It is a really good book and I highly recommend it. I had the advantage, while reading it, of being able to add gospel principals, that she doesn't have, to her points she makes. For example, one of the points she makes is our thoughts making us miserable. Think of a situation you are in (or have been in) that makes/made you really unhappy or uneasy. Then think about what it is that is making you so uphappy. Is it something real and physical or is it your overactive imagination telling you that the situation is so much worse than it really is. I really struggle with this. After having it pointed out to me, I've taken every negative situation I've experienced, stopped, and thought, it is really that bad or am I making it worse than it really is? The thing she doesn't say is that it is satan that is telling you that someone is upset with you or that you are a bad person or whatever. I just don't explain it quite as well as she does.....that's why she writes books and I don't! She interviews what she calls the happy 100, which are the 100 happiest people she could find. She includes several of their amazing stories and some of them really tug on your heart strings. Anyway....if you're looking for a boost in your happiness and greater appreciation, I would definitely recommend reading this book. If you want to borrow it, let me know. If you want to buy a copy, I bought one as a gift for someone for a great price (a lot cheaper than the airport) off Ebay!ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-37842560662801729482009-06-08T13:57:00.000-07:002009-06-08T15:30:26.744-07:00Videos from the air show<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxPJUSbLwqsfcmSvS9K5FQ6slgttdrZpatwO5I8I4qu_eiGDhhh4itls01hapS3RgHGp7UFWd7Z4iSmfDsV5g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />Heritage Flight....really neat to actually be there and see.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dymoRoPa6R2V4VT1Rg6Z8DlK8yBS0LW7lMh8vHpUvThaPL-YiMDiKm_aD5ePPnC2gYunhAndTD98DgU5ACp3w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />You can't hear it until the end, but there was music he was dancing to. He loved it!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxCGlvG4KvGLlacr2qFk7YCh9P7pgOSDzDwtd_9eCP70ma9ZF2y-iOgLv52viVlUturya9JSGZBDTuIKpp-ow' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy9KjuR7I_t7cLRThT9q0eia24w4SmJwKwb-97sVZhCKVQ3qw2SNjuVDaXD4UZ4OJXdKAvgvD77klm27bMjjw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />Cool stuntShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-53073308379956239022009-06-08T13:23:00.000-07:002009-06-08T13:56:09.421-07:00HAFB air show<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Last Saturday Kyle and I decided to take the kids to the Hill Air Force Base air show. Chase, Kristi and Kyle's friend Rhett came too. It was quite entertaining. But it was a LONG, hot day. We left a couple hours early because there was no where to shade the kids and we'd all had it. These are just a couple of the cool videos and pictures I got.<br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxf7-nA2Jn911ndmXHR4WNuMzkNfubZxvCWaAdxC_lksw0c4LmQkV48lbGuKmKZRzflX3HDpbN4-go0ZifytHPt_XdknhOmPZHE8-C-jLotAPiVU3t7O9HcctoMtW-3-_8YDr5Cux0634/s1600-h/S5001814.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxf7-nA2Jn911ndmXHR4WNuMzkNfubZxvCWaAdxC_lksw0c4LmQkV48lbGuKmKZRzflX3HDpbN4-go0ZifytHPt_XdknhOmPZHE8-C-jLotAPiVU3t7O9HcctoMtW-3-_8YDr5Cux0634/s320/S5001814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345057571941953778" border="0" /></a>Kyle was a Black Hawk crew chief when he was in the army. I couldn't believe how massive the blades were on this thing!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN04E2_fWWnJIKtQJQlCz0MOdEdpfAYFUhJVh4xLoS3ohwW841pWQUIHVKiY11gWBirnKtDBMzSmhwHpXKpM55DcO2guXfPaoc1Hhaa0nAhyphenhyphenl16gEr1nAvd06l9m04pkMG8AQjsK8swMM/s1600-h/S5001807.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN04E2_fWWnJIKtQJQlCz0MOdEdpfAYFUhJVh4xLoS3ohwW841pWQUIHVKiY11gWBirnKtDBMzSmhwHpXKpM55DcO2guXfPaoc1Hhaa0nAhyphenhyphenl16gEr1nAvd06l9m04pkMG8AQjsK8swMM/s320/S5001807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345057380743693874" border="0" /></a>Kyah LOVES planes. She was pretty excited by it all!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7CksmJBBrtsKv7sUJ-ERONXELgovr7vwSKF2lOXFsidpGYeWZu_QLNtvdTPger4kcDRJcEhfn2CP_GIhQxqCfw5rtTz0lyD93U3-a0Cu6vEog80ZRUF1vImoB5PJRnBiCtWJjMm0Vyro/s1600-h/S5001805.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7CksmJBBrtsKv7sUJ-ERONXELgovr7vwSKF2lOXFsidpGYeWZu_QLNtvdTPger4kcDRJcEhfn2CP_GIhQxqCfw5rtTz0lyD93U3-a0Cu6vEog80ZRUF1vImoB5PJRnBiCtWJjMm0Vyro/s320/S5001805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345057371192109826" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifTHyjfbul3x96yCtBUTfvVzYxqlB-BtdpdEmLauebwYyZcEDoILVrO0yi2bjg1uBm6vda2cLBNRjiAfmFvZCSLfQ1QcDfpl2MJFkJCai0D5GK4GHzOtrmg4TSfsTu0aUNq5aoiDmKRmI/s1600-h/S5001801.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifTHyjfbul3x96yCtBUTfvVzYxqlB-BtdpdEmLauebwYyZcEDoILVrO0yi2bjg1uBm6vda2cLBNRjiAfmFvZCSLfQ1QcDfpl2MJFkJCai0D5GK4GHzOtrmg4TSfsTu0aUNq5aoiDmKRmI/s320/S5001801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345057374367732978" border="0" /></a>Parachuters with the gorgeous mountains in the background.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGL9qE7RRf_wAGjJ9B0QYNwjctFuA7AYNyy0C6HwXIpDTJrDTGFGJcijDNM9wqi-D5Q2ypvlFwOxBvUKExbA5WYsLpGv2hTmoHhxJlaXoPhEENXB3igncoYmuqTqSYxolZKZ1qZy5O1U/s1600-h/S5001782.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGL9qE7RRf_wAGjJ9B0QYNwjctFuA7AYNyy0C6HwXIpDTJrDTGFGJcijDNM9wqi-D5Q2ypvlFwOxBvUKExbA5WYsLpGv2hTmoHhxJlaXoPhEENXB3igncoYmuqTqSYxolZKZ1qZy5O1U/s320/S5001782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345057367630949730" border="0" /></a>They had a "mock war" with a WWII plane chasing the Japanese aircraft seen here. The black smoke is the fake bombs it was dropping on us. It was pretty corny! :)<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUNkQ5L4j3MBC68u-FOg6XiuQFJue3gQDlGGTwUKCY_l-Y6ZniBunq7PwfVd72aMkLCrQ1eceqbFj9jL9fFAhtDFVeLd_fHtRraGg9br4z7IUlaTDOF-kWHg3sNdF8YZeXdRIy4cWd-UQ/s1600-h/S5001779.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUNkQ5L4j3MBC68u-FOg6XiuQFJue3gQDlGGTwUKCY_l-Y6ZniBunq7PwfVd72aMkLCrQ1eceqbFj9jL9fFAhtDFVeLd_fHtRraGg9br4z7IUlaTDOF-kWHg3sNdF8YZeXdRIy4cWd-UQ/s320/S5001779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345057364823336322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4UFizmwL4bwKXG7h4Nuvm5yRlNee2Olw-CUtz0FHfzlIyh74PEWklwDOLT0F9EAssTtGoOtSgI_Tchfov_6B28NjxbdAKKez58NIdPqZ-sgxpTubV-nwjAjiOZIE9rUOt5RCc5kdOvi8/s1600-h/heritage+flight.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4UFizmwL4bwKXG7h4Nuvm5yRlNee2Olw-CUtz0FHfzlIyh74PEWklwDOLT0F9EAssTtGoOtSgI_Tchfov_6B28NjxbdAKKez58NIdPqZ-sgxpTubV-nwjAjiOZIE9rUOt5RCc5kdOvi8/s320/heritage+flight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345057575052351522" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Up close picture of the Heritage Flight, consisting of P-51 Mustang (leading) and F-16 and F-4 Phantom. I can't even begin to explain the gratitude I felt for all the men and women in the armed forces who have fought for my freedom as these three planes flew over us.<br /></div><br />The videos I took were the coolest part, but some reason it's not letting me upload them! I'll try again later in another post!ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-19232615915209620552009-05-26T07:11:00.000-07:002009-05-26T07:57:57.678-07:00Memorial Day Weekend With the Jorgensons (and Chase and Kristi)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi46wJlfA04CCM_gIW4TeZYjywaFR4liMYIAnBWFpdxV7bvkBcMpTLpDLDK6Rbmq4LDThH0eOwji7YKXW5Ik5SuRpfrO-ntyIH7HTbNBKJjocUOqg4eHncW9wEnSlC_CTPZkf9YxQj9rus/s1600-h/S5001731.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi46wJlfA04CCM_gIW4TeZYjywaFR4liMYIAnBWFpdxV7bvkBcMpTLpDLDK6Rbmq4LDThH0eOwji7YKXW5Ik5SuRpfrO-ntyIH7HTbNBKJjocUOqg4eHncW9wEnSlC_CTPZkf9YxQj9rus/s320/S5001731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340137898341006066" border="0" /></a>Kyle has had cabin fever REAL bad. So last week I decided to start planning a camping trip with his family. I put out an invitation....we're going to Currant Creek to go camping, whoever wants to come can come. His whole family actually showed up. Chase and Kristi really wanted to go, so they came too. I checked the forecast before we left and saw it was supposed to rain a little the day we got there (Friday) and rain a little more the day we left (Sunday). Yeah, so much for the weather report. It rained pretty much the whole time we were there. We had all these plans of mountain biking and hiking, but that didn't work out so well. It didn't stop the boys from fishing though....a little cold didn't scare them off. Those of us who don't handle the cold so well, huddled together under a canopy and played games. It really ended up being a lot of fun, despite the rain, just enjoying each other's company. Our camping spot was right on the river, which was fun, but made the four moms of toddlers a little nervous. I was a little worried about taking Kyah camping, but she LOVED it. She and her 3 cousins her age had a blast together. We had a junk food table and just about every time you looked at Kyah, she had either an oreo, chips, or a granola bar in her hand. Becky and I got up early on Sunday morning and drove down to the Fruitland Branch to go to church, where they normally have around 15 people attending. Since it was a holiday weekend, there had to be over 200 people there. It was actually a really good meeting. The missionaries came to speak and had a really good message.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTCTWeAdlfUjh8Ki9hpzUt2UWhDzJctr3VsobKHRHhpQiHTKHhMU831ghhfTBMKXtjkXi1AAho2aEEJimSIaSEtRubBcHkhB4n7Dgi-j433M_QB6EXsV43rwKnTmLkDZa3GtOJeS6B_Sc/s1600-h/S5001726.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTCTWeAdlfUjh8Ki9hpzUt2UWhDzJctr3VsobKHRHhpQiHTKHhMU831ghhfTBMKXtjkXi1AAho2aEEJimSIaSEtRubBcHkhB4n7Dgi-j433M_QB6EXsV43rwKnTmLkDZa3GtOJeS6B_Sc/s320/S5001726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340136786435074434" border="0" /></a>Kyle fishing the river.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgATjQ5RIGpIiPkoZQkGGDJoP7otGeU5qmSKhIwjKJoE68BsK59GKQ6IrIoa4SrQj2w5pkm4aq25onQ3FW6rf54STpyj6dhjti0Xz3EAD0ZnZMez_A_MgIYgrse93dUhSDjYzKzYLEl844/s1600-h/S5001722.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgATjQ5RIGpIiPkoZQkGGDJoP7otGeU5qmSKhIwjKJoE68BsK59GKQ6IrIoa4SrQj2w5pkm4aq25onQ3FW6rf54STpyj6dhjti0Xz3EAD0ZnZMez_A_MgIYgrse93dUhSDjYzKzYLEl844/s320/S5001722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340137904021262834" border="0" /></a>Raquel holding sleeping Spencer<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Spencer did surprisingly well. It was really cold, but we just kept him snuggled in a blanket most the time and didn't have any problem with him. He's such a good kid!<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOncwXYl2oMAsrocDNNouivTpZk7AWACKphroIOrfz39zh0uq5yKHHnMI7dajndHJbK8UUbma_qaemnFWutZjpF3nA0x9Zw7zrRZf2OG0F7S8dsP-wEZ3pe3Vg9J8D_Mcn9nLtn6XQB_w/s1600-h/S5001747.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOncwXYl2oMAsrocDNNouivTpZk7AWACKphroIOrfz39zh0uq5yKHHnMI7dajndHJbK8UUbma_qaemnFWutZjpF3nA0x9Zw7zrRZf2OG0F7S8dsP-wEZ3pe3Vg9J8D_Mcn9nLtn6XQB_w/s320/S5001747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340141236993120914" border="0" /></a>Becky & Kristi eating foil dinners<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpaUgpr_8pdGP2RXyzjwDI1kQw7JeJr4FWsj3Q-0kIA60HtsTWo3T_K_s-nwXTXW0_X6AUPtv8R7QcLLubzY5vVONUOprViAaN2zfZh_5J3Q5i_qOe-GhXU-2qnBDedXUHPrMD4H5Dx0/s1600-h/S5001746.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpaUgpr_8pdGP2RXyzjwDI1kQw7JeJr4FWsj3Q-0kIA60HtsTWo3T_K_s-nwXTXW0_X6AUPtv8R7QcLLubzY5vVONUOprViAaN2zfZh_5J3Q5i_qOe-GhXU-2qnBDedXUHPrMD4H5Dx0/s320/S5001746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340137896733837826" border="0" /></a>I've come to the conclusion that it doesn't matter if you are an 8 year old boy (Kade) or a 38 year old man (Dusty) all boys are pyros and act like they are 5 years old when it comes to fire! They were obsessed with building their "MAN'S fires."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdRu8KUBDn5MOUCkD7BcrM-nDaqYS31SGgMH3dyQaAn0qMOV3MibDuFHskZCHLK3IauWc08B0Rv6FC3JMUop-MxzljIQcXr_Dq_wcMZe0PkxvxQf7Vu_Xf61w15DDSZj86ybSd4HTSskA/s1600-h/S5001749.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdRu8KUBDn5MOUCkD7BcrM-nDaqYS31SGgMH3dyQaAn0qMOV3MibDuFHskZCHLK3IauWc08B0Rv6FC3JMUop-MxzljIQcXr_Dq_wcMZe0PkxvxQf7Vu_Xf61w15DDSZj86ybSd4HTSskA/s320/S5001749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340136796628996642" border="0" /></a>It was so dang hot, you couldn't stand within 10 feet of it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNKa4m4gwjphgqXH2yIGEgdEe2mZ_odNuOu3oX8e79Dj-9WY74uiVM-VKg8sTAbryeopyuxvq4HhMqfKwQ9MO1WrHNa7V_VAcBWz4njcHbWHG8EHxgXzvJoK6N1NsBKvego3bMdAzBM-4/s1600-h/S5001752.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNKa4m4gwjphgqXH2yIGEgdEe2mZ_odNuOu3oX8e79Dj-9WY74uiVM-VKg8sTAbryeopyuxvq4HhMqfKwQ9MO1WrHNa7V_VAcBWz4njcHbWHG8EHxgXzvJoK6N1NsBKvego3bMdAzBM-4/s320/S5001752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340136799301056834" border="0" /></a>The fallen "MAN'S fire."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiod24ZDE-LlEY3uhx1gEqX34kpg5qpBAhyphenhyphenZJXekbwVqB5DLhIjNVUXSy9Rv4vUfEO5U37Pk-Lrif-27VEd73F87xk0AmLm24l-eeUZuhfr-Lz2HFMQwqWCYTfVYS_KpN9I_PpLardmGy0/s1600-h/S5001762.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiod24ZDE-LlEY3uhx1gEqX34kpg5qpBAhyphenhyphenZJXekbwVqB5DLhIjNVUXSy9Rv4vUfEO5U37Pk-Lrif-27VEd73F87xk0AmLm24l-eeUZuhfr-Lz2HFMQwqWCYTfVYS_KpN9I_PpLardmGy0/s320/S5001762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340136783397085106" border="0" /></a>Chase, Dusty, Kaitlyn and I playing a short game of horseshoes while it cleared up for 15 minutes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIdgv5w4aWQHO70jhiv65mwagwAjFbJLHYKS0Cb_qMpHJgNsWYP3jIJqi9d0EDnkMIENmXNCDceNZBVgaZf9MBdLZG15Yel6E2pgC3QTfG2CUwz9vEA2LLSP5uRVRMPshJsD1XmtDzzM0/s1600-h/S5001766.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIdgv5w4aWQHO70jhiv65mwagwAjFbJLHYKS0Cb_qMpHJgNsWYP3jIJqi9d0EDnkMIENmXNCDceNZBVgaZf9MBdLZG15Yel6E2pgC3QTfG2CUwz9vEA2LLSP5uRVRMPshJsD1XmtDzzM0/s320/S5001766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340136790503366882" border="0" /></a>As we were getting ready to leave, Kyle opened the valve to the fresh water and Kyah and Missy couldn't get enough of it. Despite the fact that the temperature was in the 40s, they were both completely soaked.<br /><div style="text-align: left;">We all wanted to stay a little longer, but Kyle, forgetting Monday was a holiday, told a man flying in from Turkey that he could come on Memorial Day, so Kyle had to go into work. Everyone else decided to pack up and head home Sunday evening with us. This trip made me remember how much I love camping. I'm ready to start planning the next one already!<br /></div><br /><br /></div>ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-43019789445536022122009-05-20T13:13:00.000-07:002009-05-20T13:19:32.641-07:00My little copycatKyah is at a stage where she imitates everything someone else does. This past Sunday, in church, as we were singing, Kyle nudged me. I looked at Kyah and she had a hymn book on her lap and was watching the chorister and waving her arm, directing the music.<br />Stacey and Ryan are nearly finished moving back to their place in Springville.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgUZohrdn-vOx0rpSaph_MfIaWyHaRm_sgR70tmMGq-FJTq-zfRbv9xnaVNZ6jHSgBZHzcibxgRu6YHVrhkXGJdiRy-OOoJMhyphenhyphenuUcKhfDVQU7mgt3i2ghxIZ8faHcEOgLxfOtEbjFJYg/s1600-h/0520091353.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgUZohrdn-vOx0rpSaph_MfIaWyHaRm_sgR70tmMGq-FJTq-zfRbv9xnaVNZ6jHSgBZHzcibxgRu6YHVrhkXGJdiRy-OOoJMhyphenhyphenuUcKhfDVQU7mgt3i2ghxIZ8faHcEOgLxfOtEbjFJYg/s320/0520091353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338002145689288514" border="0" /></a> They came back up today to get the rest of their stuff and Stacey was vacuuming their room. Kyah went and got her vacuum she got for her birthday from Grandma and was following right behind her "helping!" She really is such a good little helper (most of the time) and she is constantly making me smile!ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-58194392409200331402009-05-18T18:37:00.000-07:002009-05-18T19:43:40.648-07:00Nauvoo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggR3Neq_vC-sezLIFuZKXCSHyvWdcf22kmbQ-VKppCCC3QcTX887Cd4WZ5pLaivDW2-6WLkpMFTiY8CQspeHxSBJq24le4ORHr_jemckaNxkvrvaPWyuuzN32i9v3NXgeuCaTEp256tmA/s1600-h/S5001699.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggR3Neq_vC-sezLIFuZKXCSHyvWdcf22kmbQ-VKppCCC3QcTX887Cd4WZ5pLaivDW2-6WLkpMFTiY8CQspeHxSBJq24le4ORHr_jemckaNxkvrvaPWyuuzN32i9v3NXgeuCaTEp256tmA/s320/S5001699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337345763803459682" border="0" /> </a><br />Last week we took our vacation to Nauvoo. What an amazing trip! If you ever have a chance to go, I would totally recommend it! I can't even put into words what kind of experience it was. We flew into St. Louis Saturday morning and picked up our sweet sweet rental car. It was a blue Mercury "cop" car. I should have taken a picture. I started laughing when Kyle pulled up in it! We drove into Nauvoo later that evening with no clue where to go. I tried to call Brett (his brother lives there and manages rental properties. We were staying in one of his houses. Brett and his brothers just happened to be there the same weekend visiting) trying to find out where to go as we pulled into town. He didn't answer. Anyone whose ever been to Nauvoo, knows its not a very big city. We were driving up the main highway and Brett and his brothers were walking down the street across from the temple. I saw him and had Kyle pull over. As I was getting out of the car, I looked down the street the other direction and saw Kyle's brother and niece, Dusty and Kamree. Small world! They independently planned a vacation to the same place at the same time. What are the odds! We spent that evening hanging out with Dusty, Becky, Kamree, and Becky's sister's family (Melanie, Robert, 2 year old Patience and their baby Emma.) We left Kyah behind and watching Patience really made me miss her! It was our first time meeting little Emma. She is just 4 months younger than Spencer, so I like to joke about them getting married. I took pictures of them together thinking it would be cute to have infant pictures in a wedding video someday! :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpn9WwvZNdkCBMwn7s8x32UOhX90NW4LjkDOYUeAKS3I_ZHcYRFqNZT8WBBWK8syuWiY9pcjyUZPyeFUjK2eEB_OAV_hm6dtr-jPC6QEXLcdgRY1Q-llLj4GmKEdv6maH1EJ4bl0bvrs/s1600-h/0509092044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpn9WwvZNdkCBMwn7s8x32UOhX90NW4LjkDOYUeAKS3I_ZHcYRFqNZT8WBBWK8syuWiY9pcjyUZPyeFUjK2eEB_OAV_hm6dtr-jPC6QEXLcdgRY1Q-llLj4GmKEdv6maH1EJ4bl0bvrs/s320/0509092044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337344324912788466" border="0" /></a><br />Sunday we went to the missionaries ward. Holy heavens, I've never seen so many couple missionaries in my life! I felt like I was in Stake Conference....it went through the overflows and into the cultural hall! That evening, we headed out to what would be my favorite part of the trip...Carthage Jail. Brett took us out there and we just happened to get there at the same time as Dusty and the family again. We had to laugh at the missionary who was working that tour that day. After watching the 20 minute video they have about Joseph Smith, she came in and asked us if we had time to see the tour of the house. The look on Brett's face was priceless. No ma'am, we drove all the way out here to watch the video. Thanks, have a good day. Taking the tour was so humbling. To stand there in the bedroom where the martyrs of Joseph and Hyrum took place was incredible. The original door is still there. There is a bullet hole in the middle of the door that you can stick your finger through. It is the shot that hit Hyrum in the face and killed him. It is hard to wrap your mind around the fact that I was standing on the same floors, in front of the same window Joseph fell out of. It's something words just can't explain.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKJVvBKUxggmNABLMwThiTG-3g7Ir3kStkdMxWXVManbyST_gw1sruov-mJGoprOHS06TThqcOYfYQ-bff_HxjdytDTd6czZHhpcRbBVXF3rNCd8hDqOlqHP5UuQqImu4pBvBEQZrY5mI/s1600-h/DSCN0191.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKJVvBKUxggmNABLMwThiTG-3g7Ir3kStkdMxWXVManbyST_gw1sruov-mJGoprOHS06TThqcOYfYQ-bff_HxjdytDTd6czZHhpcRbBVXF3rNCd8hDqOlqHP5UuQqImu4pBvBEQZrY5mI/s320/DSCN0191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337344334054439858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgStYdHH8Ad3UvuMXXhAQO3y77mY2FSM3bUPFdOLslkw7LDuDA1dpj4zyHSuURwzs-k7x2eqaNv7L5FQ20cP3WpSIcOHXeg-_lBOSEtaGLEENc_k5vYYfvXj8rvpoc2n2M0-UhtOqh1XdE/s1600-h/0510091645a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgStYdHH8Ad3UvuMXXhAQO3y77mY2FSM3bUPFdOLslkw7LDuDA1dpj4zyHSuURwzs-k7x2eqaNv7L5FQ20cP3WpSIcOHXeg-_lBOSEtaGLEENc_k5vYYfvXj8rvpoc2n2M0-UhtOqh1XdE/s320/0510091645a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337344327999804322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIXCXwHr9VzRVH3Jhq-EQ4SkaQe_4hgVnIMTXaHMpPpLmywGk97W4wA1Ir3_l_4J7AtKOCGBHfIX4Mme8xq4vkhFaOG0S_KqrEEXl7UwMiqc0kdvs98whVpQCMQaxTWXfc1cqAADi0nLM/s1600-h/0510091652.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIXCXwHr9VzRVH3Jhq-EQ4SkaQe_4hgVnIMTXaHMpPpLmywGk97W4wA1Ir3_l_4J7AtKOCGBHfIX4Mme8xq4vkhFaOG0S_KqrEEXl7UwMiqc0kdvs98whVpQCMQaxTWXfc1cqAADi0nLM/s320/0510091652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337344334408646498" border="0" /></a>The whole group standing outside the jail.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">We spent the rest of the week casually taking all the tours of all the houses. We were there the perfect amount of time. We were mostly constantly busy, but never rushed and we got to tour all the houses. I got to see everything that I wanted to. The spirit that is felt there is SO strong. Even Kyle felt it. He really enjoyed himself too. I couldn't believe how excited he got about some of the things we saw. Mom and I said that when the kids are all a little older, we want to plan a big trip back there with all the family. Mom and I were able to go to the Nauvoo Temple Wednesday night. They have tried to make it as accurate as possible in recreating it. It is all really incredible. <br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuLNqn8Nlj4HX_Cu2p7optu0c5crjvuz9OWzUFRQqkOCj6iFnOQQC7lpGqEyis0jDSGUeVhyphenhyphenu56atQyG71UlOhM4wIOiKFxoCsSZa_DbIYIEFcMWCI55fiGhWdfHoLmjdWBXkDXedYbpA/s1600-h/S5001695.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuLNqn8Nlj4HX_Cu2p7optu0c5crjvuz9OWzUFRQqkOCj6iFnOQQC7lpGqEyis0jDSGUeVhyphenhyphenu56atQyG71UlOhM4wIOiKFxoCsSZa_DbIYIEFcMWCI55fiGhWdfHoLmjdWBXkDXedYbpA/s320/S5001695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337345760093065362" border="0" /></a>Driving around such a small town, it had a feel of being back in the old days, and we didn't feel it necessary to obey current laws! :) It got really old, really fast to put Spencer back in his seat when we were just driving house to house. It started by just not buckling him in. Then we just started holding him on our laps. He thought he was pretty hot stuff!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI41SAYpZcSdoCwipsX3DEzWxNWEikQZBfLrsUu9t_7hj-2yzqSAuPeAFpsxDW4Rt6Ea6F0VczNNSiiYfZsbadnK73o3XrieIo6nrAEx34lKnXJt_B10G9nHJz43utKwqCbK6NrN56IQc/s1600-h/S5001691.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI41SAYpZcSdoCwipsX3DEzWxNWEikQZBfLrsUu9t_7hj-2yzqSAuPeAFpsxDW4Rt6Ea6F0VczNNSiiYfZsbadnK73o3XrieIo6nrAEx34lKnXJt_B10G9nHJz43utKwqCbK6NrN56IQc/s320/S5001691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337344336715279234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.historicnauvoo.net/images/Joseph_Hyrum_Temple.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 227px;" src="http://www.historicnauvoo.net/images/Joseph_Hyrum_Temple.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>This is one of my favorite memorials. Mom and I went on a walk Sunday evening and ended up here at sunset. The picture does not do justice to what we saw.....seeing the sun setting over the river, with the temple right behind us. So Amazing! The plaque on the statue says that Hyrum and Joseph stopped at the top of the hill before they left for Carthage for the last time. They were looking back at the unfinished temple and Joseph said <span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial;font-size:90;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">"This is the loveliest place and the best people under the heavens; little do they know the trials that await them."<br />VERY TOUCHING!<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;">I am so grateful for the experience I had. I had a hard time leaving. When we got back to Salt Lake, we decided to finish up the tour and go downtown to Temple Square and take a tour of the Beehive house. It was interesting to see how different it was from Brigham's house in Nauvoo. Then I just have to add one more thing....Sunday, in Sacrament, our special musical number was the men in the choir singing Praise to the Man. Kyle leaned over to me and said, that's fitting, isn't it. <br /></div></div>ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-74106239509809945222009-05-06T17:05:00.001-07:002009-05-06T18:00:54.747-07:00update on the kids<span style="font-weight: bold;">Spencer</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfhT5zcDLXPUuH7sSTJ50zlrMAzcOgw2K8BMx_lrafa3P35oD1XxNA5Fs0HLvqOVYoBuBrOuLO41WEGlRq5umfOlmju7n460mjGLU4jlfXKGgXKuV6fESXyKv1Newuah1ChdRF__Ud6ew/s1600-h/S5001661.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfhT5zcDLXPUuH7sSTJ50zlrMAzcOgw2K8BMx_lrafa3P35oD1XxNA5Fs0HLvqOVYoBuBrOuLO41WEGlRq5umfOlmju7n460mjGLU4jlfXKGgXKuV6fESXyKv1Newuah1ChdRF__Ud6ew/s320/S5001661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332867108306517026" border="0" /></a><br />I can't believe Spencer is already 8 months. I swear the second one ages so much faster than the first. He seems to be quickly following in Kyah's footsteps as far as growth. He grew real fast at first, just like she did, but seems to have slowed down. I make a point to weigh and measure him every month, even when I don't have a doctor's appointment for him, and he didn't put on any weight or height this month. I guess my kids are just destined to be small like the Jorgensons! My pediatrician has decided that Kyah was always so small and behind in milestones because she is severely anemic, so he already wants me to start Spencer on an iron supplement. We'll see how that works out for him since I'm starting a lot sooner than I did with Kyah (and I know how detrimental it can be if I accidentally forget to give it to him, so I've been really consistent.) He seems to be hitting all his milestones right on time so I'm pretty pleased with that. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjOrhktovteB46HJZbSAQmkCBUvyGxWUKZ7-O6R3-mKpy6kFji3urEJkbpTRFVWfVuhL_22IppDIR-_9nvlr3hRkwLhKM2KkFPvgiv9FnjXvI6NetMukV7YnwUDSNHlagl0YpwvnLHTlA/s1600-h/S5001652.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjOrhktovteB46HJZbSAQmkCBUvyGxWUKZ7-O6R3-mKpy6kFji3urEJkbpTRFVWfVuhL_22IppDIR-_9nvlr3hRkwLhKM2KkFPvgiv9FnjXvI6NetMukV7YnwUDSNHlagl0YpwvnLHTlA/s320/S5001652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332867114588974882" border="0" /></a>He's been watching Kaylee barrell roll around the floor for months as a means of getting around and has just figured that out this month. All of a sudden, he's not so content with just staying put. He's all over the place. It was actually quite nice to not ever have to worry about what he would get into if I left him alone for a few minutes. Those days are gone! Also like Kyah, he gave me a hard time when it came time to solid foods. Kyah just plain didn't like them and didn't want anything to do with them. Spencer really liked them, he just wanted to feed himself. He would grab the spoon every time and it would take like 20 minutes just to feed him half of a stage one baby food and it would be ALL OVER him. It was hardly worth it. Eating is something else he has figured out recently. He actually lets me feed him (most of the time) and is way neater about it. Sometimes he'll even open his mouth without being coerced (tickling or making him laugh.) He's just like Kyle when it comes to eating....he like to savor every bite and roll it around on his tongue for a bit, and waits a minute between every bite. It's only slightly annoying! :)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kyah</span><br />Like I said before, Kyah has almost always been small. She was top of the percentiles for her height and weight when she was born, up until she was 3 months old. That's when her growth started to taper off. She stopped growing at 4 months. She was 14 pounds and 24 1/2 inches at her 4 month check up. She was 14.75 pounds and 27 inches at her 1 year check up. It was really scary not knowing why she was not growing. After much testing (and everything coming back negative, thank goodness) the doctor decided it was simply anemia. I started giving her iron supplments a long time ago. She started to grow slowly. She was still off the charts small at her 2 year check up and when he tested her iron levels, they were still lower than he wanted them to be. He decided she just wasn't absorbing the iron I was giving her. So rather than giving her 10 mg/day in one dose, he wanted me to divide it into 2-5mg doses. He explained it that no matter how much iron I was giving her (whether it be 5 mg or 15) she would only absorb, say, 3 mg at a time. So, if I gave her 5 twice, she would be getting 6 mg per day. Well, obviously it worked. At her two year check up, she was 31 inches and 25 pounds. Her weight was barely on the charts, her height was still not at all. Well, now, just 3 short months later, she is 34 inches tall and weighs 28 pounds. That is the biggest growth spurt she has had in her whole life! She is actually considered average size her for age. The doctor also contributed her anemia to her slow pace in reaching milestones...it's all related. Iron not only makes the body grow, it makes the brain grow. She just seems to be taking off. She is still very far behind other kids her age as far as what she should be doing, but she is progressing faster than she ever has before. We've got her signed up for speech therapy twice a month. She has only had one appointment so far, but I'm starting to wonder if she needs it. She seems to be figuring it all out on her own. I'll give it a few months and see if I think it's doing any good. She's such a sweet girl (most of the time) and I'm so happy to see her progress!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinAAeKG8V2rBEZo-IMqh1TQA4kA_uqhCYzecRThsvK-9z_J6Woa2aZa2jrUgH49VM0u03369x85hMQvKtKnSPIVvECRiMZSBXw2iG3CG5RbisVv7_LgIpFyFYSioC5aJplCDutEHP1GXk/s1600-h/S5001667.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinAAeKG8V2rBEZo-IMqh1TQA4kA_uqhCYzecRThsvK-9z_J6Woa2aZa2jrUgH49VM0u03369x85hMQvKtKnSPIVvECRiMZSBXw2iG3CG5RbisVv7_LgIpFyFYSioC5aJplCDutEHP1GXk/s320/S5001667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332877205528801042" border="0" /></a>I unfortunately don't have a really cute recent picture of Kyah...I just took this one the other day for fun....what a bad mom I am. I need to be better with the camera!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJsaxwNcuyh0yVQnL-bNOvr4cYeToxT5UE3U_lOGpv6mwkrm7WeWP8Y8vHCYj5_9KPgkdTgYqTiduWsbebARSt649t2Dy0afqD5nZQCjwoiJs5LZCLNTAn9DUdQoZUjuG1YWNWImOAkKo/s1600-h/kyahspence.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJsaxwNcuyh0yVQnL-bNOvr4cYeToxT5UE3U_lOGpv6mwkrm7WeWP8Y8vHCYj5_9KPgkdTgYqTiduWsbebARSt649t2Dy0afqD5nZQCjwoiJs5LZCLNTAn9DUdQoZUjuG1YWNWImOAkKo/s320/kyahspence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332879090475807890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div>ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-7851119007864465212009-04-30T11:44:00.000-07:002009-04-30T12:56:27.355-07:00California/Dancing With the Stars<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_K01DWRSbnSfbyjhu8S-Wml4Jf14mUQeXXXdWdx3QM28F1CUV6O89nnVfIJ-tBHN_yJ6rFNdc9uiZnU5G_8PHLa-ErUlJzQTAXskVwpDr4IXSuvJfItdszKgjkbNaahMs9dz5p2CNNo/s1600-h/DSCF0180.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_K01DWRSbnSfbyjhu8S-Wml4Jf14mUQeXXXdWdx3QM28F1CUV6O89nnVfIJ-tBHN_yJ6rFNdc9uiZnU5G_8PHLa-ErUlJzQTAXskVwpDr4IXSuvJfItdszKgjkbNaahMs9dz5p2CNNo/s320/DSCF0180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330559260874653938" border="0" /></a>What a weekend! I am so glad I got to go. We left last Friday night after Ryan got off work and drove to Vegas to stay at his grandparents house. We didn't get there until 2 am. He has the NICEST grandparents I have ever met! I just loved them. After they made us breakfast, we loaded up and headed to Cali! We got a little lost from not paying attention, despite the fact that we had a GPS (that was sitting in its box.) We finally got to the Clark's late that afternoon. Chelsie invited us to go to a UCLA scrimmage game with her friends that play football for them, but I opted to go shopping with Jeanine, Lauren, Ally and Taylor instead....Stacey and Ryan went to the game. I actually found out once I got home, that I ran into a friend I went to high school with in Flagstaff. She didn't say anything because she didn't know for sure if it were me. Sad. Small world! So onto the good part.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgScbSZa2-F5fe8WzbGogZu0sVBxLVazYfDYGRili8EVieBB4qtyUcFstUtAl0KIxO16Afp2Hr7sjbjKEGZnGTCELGxyUz9fP4N7ACLApfRhISgytm5Qe6XeSICo9uRMUs0AESPKiulM9E/s1600-h/S5001592.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgScbSZa2-F5fe8WzbGogZu0sVBxLVazYfDYGRili8EVieBB4qtyUcFstUtAl0KIxO16Afp2Hr7sjbjKEGZnGTCELGxyUz9fP4N7ACLApfRhISgytm5Qe6XeSICo9uRMUs0AESPKiulM9E/s320/S5001592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330560765925845362" border="0" /></a><br />Monday, we went to Chelsie's to pick up Laurie (her mom) before the show. She wasn't quite ready, so we took a few pictures around her house while we waited.<br />What and amazing experience. It's so strange to be there after watching it every week for so many weeks. One of the first things Stacey noticed when we got there was that Lance Bass was sitting just 20 feet away from us. (Stacey was OBSESSED with NSYNC.) She was really hoping we'd get a picture, but he was one of the first to leave after the show. They keep you entertained each night with an emcee who makes jokes during commercials and claps and cheers/boos real loud to get you to copy him. The first night was Cory....real nice, but not quite as entertaining as Gary Cannon, who was the emcee Tuesday night. He was hilarious! He does improv tours, so if he ever comes to your area, I would highly recommend him. Here are pict<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3kTfGdfjUNQ3Bu3R5bPsWd1lnVemHG-uzBbpS3gS1HrMwlpHo-DbtFQT6s11is9zu8Xq4aOlUMLf9DA2TCfWOpGtaZweFUdjZrUlmJS3JXlbXSOlp_9cgTznbRSdH4Gq1a4j4BK2Y0Mw/s1600-h/S5001610.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3kTfGdfjUNQ3Bu3R5bPsWd1lnVemHG-uzBbpS3gS1HrMwlpHo-DbtFQT6s11is9zu8Xq4aOlUMLf9DA2TCfWOpGtaZweFUdjZrUlmJS3JXlbXSOlp_9cgTznbRSdH4Gq1a4j4BK2Y0Mw/s320/S5001610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330562061536408386" border="0" /></a>ures we took with each emcee.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0CBMuV6pRdQEyr3dZ1yv-qute6gPpT3GJlCjys4hvKT7W3RbB0GNVsTd62PVjeJhZGPr04thy3Pudat3uGmovbT_OIydZwOTtdeO9hlnOuqFYJh7ruyw1FvvnGa92flCwk6RxXH-uiw/s1600-h/S5001628.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0CBMuV6pRdQEyr3dZ1yv-qute6gPpT3GJlCjys4hvKT7W3RbB0GNVsTd62PVjeJhZGPr04thy3Pudat3uGmovbT_OIydZwOTtdeO9hlnOuqFYJh7ruyw1FvvnGa92flCwk6RxXH-uiw/s320/S5001628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330562065931540258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I was so impressed with the whole show. Thoroughly entertaining! Chelsie and Ty were amazing! After the show, they kick everyone out, excpet those that are there with the stars or dancers. For about an hour, they do a media circle where all the media such as Entertainment Tonight and other shows like that, interview each of the couples. We just stood around and watched and waited while they did their interviews. This is where I was able to get all my pictures of the other stars.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi81hcw202hvmi2zUORPE0BUghFBYPRkmmq3srD3MrfDn13Qv3RAorKIoA0Qt2EYdUUMfpzJRLqT4E_6HQ59OSpHbES3XDUxWlHz5Y00pbDJyCptBayVj6FDF-ZSJtBzrnv1CBG3tQ5ERc/s1600-h/S5001616.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi81hcw202hvmi2zUORPE0BUghFBYPRkmmq3srD3MrfDn13Qv3RAorKIoA0Qt2EYdUUMfpzJRLqT4E_6HQ59OSpHbES3XDUxWlHz5Y00pbDJyCptBayVj6FDF-ZSJtBzrnv1CBG3tQ5ERc/s320/S5001616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330564558720574482" border="0" /></a>Shawn Johnson and Mark....only media were allowed on the front side of the circle, so most of these pictures and not the best.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOv7BJSRl58OeFTKF4Si4IHPUo9yvEwSknFJdWXHEWtbUGRnwMpVAyU7WsXLgAtF14GciQpy5fxzurgZNEpR7MGBnRFexW6i_GxG3_WpGeFnSBXejhkrvS5EAYH99eTEcPCswmQ9cH2M/s1600-h/S5001605.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOv7BJSRl58OeFTKF4Si4IHPUo9yvEwSknFJdWXHEWtbUGRnwMpVAyU7WsXLgAtF14GciQpy5fxzurgZNEpR7MGBnRFexW6i_GxG3_WpGeFnSBXejhkrvS5EAYH99eTEcPCswmQ9cH2M/s320/S5001605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330566186036535874" border="0" /></a>Karina was there doing some of the interviews.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizsbELzO65VQNmUFaPVtsJYpPCKdOLJVVASz42KRd7tyLN5UcRCWPdRDqN-B7R52IolbQHjKm72GKVaUv9etHNSkgW17oqUERT_HOXvOfU8CrYSx76wwz6K_sVr-O2R7fWtbHCVmxia2Y/s1600-h/S5001597.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizsbELzO65VQNmUFaPVtsJYpPCKdOLJVVASz42KRd7tyLN5UcRCWPdRDqN-B7R52IolbQHjKm72GKVaUv9etHNSkgW17oqUERT_HOXvOfU8CrYSx76wwz6K_sVr-O2R7fWtbHCVmxia2Y/s320/S5001597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330564544395780226" border="0" /></a>Gilles and Cheryl<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJNdZGSsS9hAGUbsWAlJmxfEbjL3CXAAoRjutCVNdkY2EWseAAgvBg9UfYkSOXsIkK7_Qwmj7ZOwAcmjI-1MnpY0tPN_kWs15ipJR_fO-8rseONULlwyp48e2KONSe34c1HjxC9_g2jDQ/s1600-h/S5001631.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJNdZGSsS9hAGUbsWAlJmxfEbjL3CXAAoRjutCVNdkY2EWseAAgvBg9UfYkSOXsIkK7_Qwmj7ZOwAcmjI-1MnpY0tPN_kWs15ipJR_fO-8rseONULlwyp48e2KONSe34c1HjxC9_g2jDQ/s320/S5001631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330564562398135218" border="0" /></a>Melissa and Toni (She was there on Tuesday night)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2jUZX4ye-azDjtSWvFcusjq6xRsS_YQvCsPKyC0MX7qdHMubhdLpZauzXaP2dFcZDaZZlBHLwHqgeO4sLSnr6jNbVL81FlxfmDP1par0rSusvfA64IdgIfdn9D4zOCmPzfAUm1J_bI0s/s1600-h/S5001638.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2jUZX4ye-azDjtSWvFcusjq6xRsS_YQvCsPKyC0MX7qdHMubhdLpZauzXaP2dFcZDaZZlBHLwHqgeO4sLSnr6jNbVL81FlxfmDP1par0rSusvfA64IdgIfdn9D4zOCmPzfAUm1J_bI0s/s320/S5001638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330565124286785218" border="0" /></a>Lil' Kim....I never did see Derek. He disappeared both nights.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinTWc8k3PM6sCOnQXvsByZjcmEkkRmrBlop2oI2ebuliwpM6_Ksqaa8dlBeRQ0DVnLbebLAXSJ-3ekCm0KsxrpbJFudxyoY9c81E50OnwdILUigxtboZoEdHeh_rvEbv4wa6tqje-hpn8/s1600-h/S5001626.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinTWc8k3PM6sCOnQXvsByZjcmEkkRmrBlop2oI2ebuliwpM6_Ksqaa8dlBeRQ0DVnLbebLAXSJ-3ekCm0KsxrpbJFudxyoY9c81E50OnwdILUigxtboZoEdHeh_rvEbv4wa6tqje-hpn8/s320/S5001626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330565114376749666" border="0" /></a>Chuck and Julianne<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0WvCe7SxDRHOzBqbOuB3mU3ASDtx0JPDJNtxVxhXADGqPeoqyM3EHlqWZWNUf3PqEBSQlvGtBi9BhtJm50b7sKiV1l1GWFFrayoMVxvAL6tJf5Zp9D4Oct9JfPrBk8FcE-zGq-5BsS90/s1600-h/S5001632.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0WvCe7SxDRHOzBqbOuB3mU3ASDtx0JPDJNtxVxhXADGqPeoqyM3EHlqWZWNUf3PqEBSQlvGtBi9BhtJm50b7sKiV1l1GWFFrayoMVxvAL6tJf5Zp9D4Oct9JfPrBk8FcE-zGq-5BsS90/s320/S5001632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330565111447339810" border="0" /></a>This is one of my favorites of Ty and Chelsie in the media circle. I love the way she is looking at him!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">And the best part of the night for me........<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNl2hLYBCCE62XB8llofesJDb7s7Bg1GklqLtgMAedUoxbiLlBhpXC-vZqLaeOMfqOugWLy8wQRfBUsLtNQ6YQLZFa9WciO_5noLHw809Xw7wsN1DKAHay9KQ7kzSy46vIUw-N2-IR3Xc/s1600-h/S5001615.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNl2hLYBCCE62XB8llofesJDb7s7Bg1GklqLtgMAedUoxbiLlBhpXC-vZqLaeOMfqOugWLy8wQRfBUsLtNQ6YQLZFa9WciO_5noLHw809Xw7wsN1DKAHay9KQ7kzSy46vIUw-N2-IR3Xc/s320/S5001615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330569314976630706" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF1aX55AqE-l3ejJci1xfBmxU2WwzhfwxeUVrbolwCA6chzxAWyH_Emohi8U_ocyonuIldaxuTTMHPPGarUeJ_jm6Gwnh54EPL9vSh-iW6v7Ar2_4pzy8A8J-JsEBdH3uwb8HVQRThvmo/s1600-h/S5001614.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF1aX55AqE-l3ejJci1xfBmxU2WwzhfwxeUVrbolwCA6chzxAWyH_Emohi8U_ocyonuIldaxuTTMHPPGarUeJ_jm6Gwnh54EPL9vSh-iW6v7Ar2_4pzy8A8J-JsEBdH3uwb8HVQRThvmo/s320/S5001614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330568867308443346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I've been a fan of Jewel for a long time and it was really awesome meeting her! She is really nice....she told me she liked my dress! :)<br />After the media circle, we went back to Chelsie's trailer so she could change. She was actually REALLY sick. You couldn't even tell while she danced. She had cold and flu symptoms and had thrown her back out on top of it all. She felt really crappy, so we got take out and took it back to her house to eat. The show is taped at 5:00 CA time and doesn't air until 9:00 so we actually got to watch it when we got back to her house. I couldn't believe how often it showed us in the audience. I was surrounded by black in my red dress and there seemed to be a light shining right on Stacey so she was easy to pick out. Tuesday, Tom and Samantha did a segment right in front of us, so the camera was on us for a while.....everyone keeps giving me a hard time about leaning over to see around Tom....yes, I did it on purpose! :) He was blocking me! Monday night, we helped her move into her new house in Beverly Hills. It was an awesome house with incredible views! Yes, Stacey and I helped in our dresses and heels!<br />We actually headed straight for Vegas after the show (of course after picking up the babies....Jeanine and the girls babysat for us.....THANKS so much for that!) We didn't get to Vegas until 4 am! I am so glad I got to experience this! I really really enjoyed myself!<br /></div></div>ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-35430206696720397312009-04-22T20:08:00.000-07:002009-04-22T20:18:19.629-07:00My good deed for the day! :)Kyle and I decided tonight that we didn't want to sit around the house. So despite the fact that it was already 8:00, we decided to drive down to Winchester Park, about a mile away from our house. Kyle's parents called to see if they could come visit for a bit, so they followed us to the park. Gradnpa was holding Spencer and Grandma Bunny was walking around with Kyah, looking at the ducks, so I just kind of followed behind Kyah. There was a man standing next to the pond with his little daughter and I overheard him tell another little girl there that her family would never find her if she stayed where she was at and just left her. I thought I must have heard him wrong. How could he just walk away from a lost little girl? I saw her walk over the the Jordan Walkway trail and sat down on the edge. So I went and asked her if she were lost. She was sitting there whimpering, obviously scared. She said she'd been riding her scooter with her dad and sister and had gotten way behind them. She got tired, so she had stopped at the park. I asked her if she lived nearby and she said she lived on Redwood Rd (nowhere near the park.) I asked her if there was someone she could call to tell them where she was at. She tried calling her dad's cell phone, despite her concern that he might not have it on him. I could hear through the phone how frantic he was. He'd already called the police and they were searching the walkway looking for her. I just kept thinking, what if this happens to Kyah someday. About 5 minutes later, a police man showed up and took her to the parking lot to wait for him. It was the sweetest reunion. He ran to her and scooped her up into his arms. I have to admit, it brought me to tears. I am grateful I was there to help this poor, scared, little girl.ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-6435054089141577752009-04-16T21:37:00.000-07:002009-04-16T21:48:54.791-07:00I want to know....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeK2ExBjo4HpuIJF237Ra46rfVNFrcrkL_d9bxZXmUw3MVxXEyVcAtyuX4W8rKutFEdnZhThvOxGRHNq8cJELzgiI4y_A5O2NIjC9u2vql03FesTE03M8YD55KqXarzA8oAypTeB6C5ik/s1600-h/tapping.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeK2ExBjo4HpuIJF237Ra46rfVNFrcrkL_d9bxZXmUw3MVxXEyVcAtyuX4W8rKutFEdnZhThvOxGRHNq8cJELzgiI4y_A5O2NIjC9u2vql03FesTE03M8YD55KqXarzA8oAypTeB6C5ik/s320/tapping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325515084680348162" border="0" /></a><br />Today Stacey and I were discussing how we tap our fingers. Do you go pinky to thumb or thumb to pinky? It is definitely more natural for me to start with the pinky, but I also find myself doing a combination, where I start with thumb, then pinky, then index, then ring finger, then middle. I can start with thumb, but it is definitely more awkward for me. Stacey also starts with pinky and absolutely can't do it reversed. It's just one of those freak things that there is no explanation as to why we do some things they way we do....like which arm is on top when you fold your arms across your chest, or when you interlace your fingers, which thumb is on top. I want to know which way you tap and see if there is one that is more dominant over the other!ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567167486570714112.post-25068151391407695882009-03-27T13:38:00.001-07:002009-03-27T20:24:24.173-07:00Kamas poolWe took the kids up to Peoa last weekend to meet up with Bryan, Rachel, & Travis. We decided to take the kids to the Kamas rec center and go swimming. Kyah has never been a HUGE fan of the water, but hasn't really been exposed to it much. She clung on pretty tight, but Spencer really enjoyed it! There was a little slide and we made Kyah go down it. She wasn't very happy with us. We took her to the big slide and she LOVED it! She wanted to go down it over and over and over. It was a really fun day!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj57lWB8ouXyhxvpPmiwIH2JKgVcfNeqNPELiuzTbx3EocythzVWKdhjoYI9f4XhukKKTAlwaX_xoyIwR5W8bSMYsbTWMdVEmMpkm539At46em-7vk33CFLJPG3giQ1zksGcKFmMgnJBpE/s1600-h/S5001548.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj57lWB8ouXyhxvpPmiwIH2JKgVcfNeqNPELiuzTbx3EocythzVWKdhjoYI9f4XhukKKTAlwaX_xoyIwR5W8bSMYsbTWMdVEmMpkm539At46em-7vk33CFLJPG3giQ1zksGcKFmMgnJBpE/s200/S5001548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318072781625247170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBwH8SCQJPnKCDh-XPJN1xOxGBf6CDPw_zvTWU9CMLutbyBgNDPxe8qx-6bmkiK_ofidk74hE33XLzDdbXiWWj6n1OmdK7T0zWLSVUhsoLipY8dEM_qz7PZqk2pmpJhOkJ6UJ7nIGesdw/s1600-h/S5001535.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBwH8SCQJPnKCDh-XPJN1xOxGBf6CDPw_zvTWU9CMLutbyBgNDPxe8qx-6bmkiK_ofidk74hE33XLzDdbXiWWj6n1OmdK7T0zWLSVUhsoLipY8dEM_qz7PZqk2pmpJhOkJ6UJ7nIGesdw/s200/S5001535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318072770526369730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEVr7mgUdEUgFt556cJMDD-BYJNFPzd3dS5zPbUThj0mnkOFS7Xk-q1gmc04T_tOUi3o5h-laqXE_P2nVFSnTt-TO2d3JWDe1-3zPixH3GWZbt5WJ9z-6CMZj2LI5lA58VGD6objUJdms/s1600-h/S5001539.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEVr7mgUdEUgFt556cJMDD-BYJNFPzd3dS5zPbUThj0mnkOFS7Xk-q1gmc04T_tOUi3o5h-laqXE_P2nVFSnTt-TO2d3JWDe1-3zPixH3GWZbt5WJ9z-6CMZj2LI5lA58VGD6objUJdms/s200/S5001539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318072779374739410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaW1KV8W-WtLTb652HTUIZTgzrna46hJu9Ju4sUn7HCc7sBiE2X86ZJ5VytNsEKoijdafgG4NF0yolfwVKWte-ETN9miNGQWBij8-tuYIDecx0-RI47bp8iUVSAq1eytfbRh2tdK1s33Y/s1600-h/S5001559.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaW1KV8W-WtLTb652HTUIZTgzrna46hJu9Ju4sUn7HCc7sBiE2X86ZJ5VytNsEKoijdafgG4NF0yolfwVKWte-ETN9miNGQWBij8-tuYIDecx0-RI47bp8iUVSAq1eytfbRh2tdK1s33Y/s200/S5001559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318072786654200194" border="0" /></a>ShaunaJorgensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408670789942424982noreply@blogger.com2