tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90538892627091972222024-03-21T00:11:26.849-07:00the Banana Blog: Nate and Maria's lifeRandom babblings of overly-tired student parents... <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Nate Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09323849490584356299noreply@blogger.comBlogger173125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-31496423115775095392012-04-09T14:57:00.003-07:002012-04-09T15:01:59.114-07:00Your wish can come true...<a href="http://www.disneyphotopass.com/ecardviewer.aspx?id=3db16390-9ca0-4988-a1ab-68d0d3c65eb5"><img src="http://www.disneyphotopass.com/api/photostore/previewedits.pix?ImageID=ee2c6fa0-262f-4479-a2b6-a02e01253ba3&aspectratio=5x7&width=275" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Anabelle and Maria were wishing really hard for one last time to visit Disneyland before the big move to Boston. Their wish was granted thanks to Nate's friend and lab-mate, who wanted to say "thanks" to Nate for all his help with a project. Livy could not stop gawking at all the "cute" princesses, and Anabelle still loved Micky's neighberhood and house. Fun was had by all until it got dark and everyone's feet got pretty tired.Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03716952922971579246noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-72127276966667606282012-02-14T09:42:00.000-08:002012-02-14T09:42:24.117-08:00Happy Valentines Day<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">So I was helping anabelle make her valentines to pass out in school. They were little paper jars that said "I want you to be my Love Bug!" and we taped little plastic bugs on them. Then, jealous of how when I was little all of my valentines were the cheap cardboard Garfield ones my mom would pick up at the store, I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> mentioned "I wish I could make cool valentines too..." and then I asked anabelle what she thinks I would put on mine. She immediately said "E. coli!"</span><br />
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</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I laughed... and then said... "no... I'd do H. pylori" (the bacterium responsible for gastric ulcers)</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Anyway, I made it real quick... enjoy, and happy Valentines day!</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</div>Nate Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09323849490584356299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-60882964850472925502011-11-13T22:03:00.000-08:002011-11-13T22:05:20.266-08:00Since when did Halloween take over Christmas as the busiest holiday?Halloween has always been a fun holiday. When I was young it meant we'd throw together some costume, mostly from play clothes or items borrowed from neighbors, and then wear it to school on Halloween and then go trick-or-treating in the evening. Growing up it diminished in my life... mostly thanks to my mom, who would bribe me with legos to stay home and hand out treats. In college, it was even more pathetic. Several years I spent Halloween evening at the BYU testing center, taking exams for some chemistry or math class.<br />
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Well, I'm happy to say its importance has resurged in my life.. but I think it's resurged too much. We ended up going to FIVE parties for our kids over Halloween weekend, plus trick or treating.<br />
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1. Friday, Oct 28th: Livy's school had a Harvest festival:<br />
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</div> 2. Friday, Oct 28th: Mesa housing had their annual Halloween party (geared to students with children) right next to our place, so there was no dodging it...<br />
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3. Saturday, Oct 29th: Halloween Spookacular at Sea World<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>4. Saturday, Oct 29th: Trunk or treat... All of the congregations that meet at our church building got together and threw a Halloween party, complete with trick or treating from the trunks of the cars in the parking lot.<br />
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5. Monday, Oct 31st: Halloween parade and party at Anabelle's school. I attended this, but unfortunately forgot to put new batteries in the camera... whoops...<br />
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6. Monday, Oct 31st: Trick or treating. Livy had a blast, as did Anabelle. However, Anabelle noted at the end, "That was fun, but not too fun... I didn't like having to walk around so much to get candy... I just want people to give it to me".<br />
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After all of this, I feel like I've crammed in a few years of Halloweens into one weekend. For some reason, though, I have the suspicion that even though I think we'll probably still have some of Anabelle's Halloween candy left come next Halloween, we'll have to go through this all again.<br />
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Note to parents: Candy is sacred territory for kids. One of the<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=_YQpbzQ6gzs"> late night guys suggested that parents tell their kids they ate their candy and then post the videos to YouTube (click here to watch)</a>. I showed the videos to Anabelle, and all she said was "I can't believe that mean man told parents to do that! I mean, how many kids cried?! That was mean of the parents too! Daddy, you would never do that right?" In the back of my mind the guilt swept over, as I had dumped 90% of Livy's candy and 60% of Anabelle's candy off at work the day before.Nate Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09323849490584356299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-29079769006868860552011-10-02T16:07:00.000-07:002011-10-02T16:07:39.981-07:00What to do when someone in Arizona cuts your power...A few weeks ago I was madly setting up a number computer jobs to run for a week on our lab's cluster, and was happy when it started... but then... Somebody in Arizona flipped a switch and San Diego county was without power.<br />
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So if your life revolved around the computer, and everything you do requires internet access, what would you do? Well, I first pulled out my iPad to read some papers I'd saved on it... but unfortunately it had low battery, so I quickly started to panic...<br />
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However, fortunately our neighbors helped me shift my mind to something else... they whipped out their gas-grills and we started to have a barbecue under the stars (yes.. I think it was the first time I'd seen stars in San Diego).<br />
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Anyway, it was fun evening in the dark... and fortunately the power was back on in the morning, allowing me to get plugged back into my computer.<br />
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Anabelle told me to point out the best part of this story... "School was cancelled the next day!"Nate Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09323849490584356299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-29730143345653445412011-08-14T21:07:00.000-07:002011-08-14T21:13:07.939-07:00Love is spoken hereTonight the girls were driving us crazy, so at 8:30 we rushed them to bed. I tucked in the girls, but Livy didn't want to go to sleep without a song. As I started to sing "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9XAnwSKwV8">Love is spoken here</a>", Anabelle asked if she could get up to get a stuffed animal. I said yes and continued singing to Livy. Midway through the song, Anabelle was in the bedroom doorway, playing with her stuffed animal, so I stopped singing briefly to remind her to come to bed since she had her stuffed monkey, and then I continued singing. Maria started laughing hysterically from the other room. This is what she'd heard:<br />
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<me singing="">(Me singing):</me><br />
"I see my mother kneeling with our family each day.<br />
I hear the words she whispers as she bows her head to pray.<br />
Her plea to the Father quiets all my fears, And I am thankful love is spoken here.<br />
Mine is a home..."<br />
"ANABELLE!! COME HERE!!!" (said sternly, and then I continued singing):<br />
"...where ev’ry hour is blessed by the strength of priesthood pow’r.<br />
With father and mother leading the way,<br />
Teaching me how to trust and obey;<br />
And the things they teach are crystal clear, For love is spoken here.<br />
I can often feel the Savior near, When love is spoken here."<br />
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oh, the irony.... everyone was laughing after this, except me... I looked at Anabelle and said, "it looks like I have some repenting to do"Nate Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09323849490584356299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-66990900130243458792011-07-24T16:15:00.000-07:002011-07-24T16:15:41.871-07:00The things we teach our kids....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YV6dFLezNny30bLuAloe4AslIRYEY9X_sw202FIxEU-GJG3FO8moqQkUdYDOI02hPtD2tGm_6AIFBFE4RQvOY_IAxiC2Ed3ixwPCJTnTXuu0mpZFKfjY7f1rf4m6U9gyktiWZeWqtwg/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YV6dFLezNny30bLuAloe4AslIRYEY9X_sw202FIxEU-GJG3FO8moqQkUdYDOI02hPtD2tGm_6AIFBFE4RQvOY_IAxiC2Ed3ixwPCJTnTXuu0mpZFKfjY7f1rf4m6U9gyktiWZeWqtwg/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div><br />
This morning, Anabelle was perusing an American Girl Doll catalog as we were all in the bathroom, getting ready for church. Anabelle pointed out how it was not good that the dolls were so expensive. She then said, "When I'm a mom, I'll help make my girls not want to get one." Amazed at the wisdom of our doll-crazy daughter, I followed this up with a question in hopes to instill the virtues of prudence and frugality. I asked her, "So you think they're too expensive and are not interested in getting one?" She quickly said "No, I'll still get them for myself. I just will make my daughters not want them."<br />
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We laughed and then when thinking about it, I had to admit that I fully understood the logic (and think I know where she learned it... whoops...).Nate Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09323849490584356299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-62618017245468607172011-05-22T15:21:00.000-07:002011-05-22T21:03:07.820-07:00Google Voice is trying to destroy my marriage..<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">So, the last few days, Maria and the girls were on a road trip in Utah. Today they were coming home, and so Maria gave me a call before they left. Since I wasn't there to answer her call, she left a message, and my voice mail messages are always transcribed by Google Voice and the text is sent to my email. This is what Google Voice said that Maria said:</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #555555;">call </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">me. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">I'm </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">calling </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">to </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">let </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">you </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">know </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #555555;">that </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #888888;">weird </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #888888;">leaving </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #555555;">Saint </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #555555;">George. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">Right </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">now </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #555555;">it's </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">12 </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">30</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">California </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">time </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">And </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #555555;">And </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #555555;">I'll </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">call </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">you </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">later. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">I </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">love </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">you. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #888888;">Not. Bye</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;">"</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">This broke my heart... I mean, who's Larry??!!! and that's cruel that she'd say "I love you... Not!" So after weeping bitterly for an hour, I listened to her cruel message, only to find that Google Voice had lied to me</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">. </span><a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/18524202/MariasCall.mp3" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Click on this sentence to listen to what she really said.</a></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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That instant, Livy looked up at me with a goofy smile, as I heard the pitter patter of something on the small stack of children's books under her feet.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF9KyqW0fEIWB9pbmOochjqJuPTm0pBx1ZjOAyhI4HeV-hyigR9zAlT7Ajw0Ye8rrsW-A8f-ZPolhzhvcM9XZr0J6YElUx1_DkCvtNOocM75GVSdmtNXYF5O90uDStAMyJrf3k7IC6fxs/s1600/book_wet.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF9KyqW0fEIWB9pbmOochjqJuPTm0pBx1ZjOAyhI4HeV-hyigR9zAlT7Ajw0Ye8rrsW-A8f-ZPolhzhvcM9XZr0J6YElUx1_DkCvtNOocM75GVSdmtNXYF5O90uDStAMyJrf3k7IC6fxs/s1600/book_wet.gif" /></a></div>Nate Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09323849490584356299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-89801863339766993912011-02-20T16:50:00.000-08:002011-02-20T17:11:06.944-08:00Prelude to ChristmasChristmas came early in the Lewis household thanks to Grandma Fae. Nate's mom came to stay with Nathan and Livy while Anabelle and I had some quality mommy/daughter time in DC ten days before Christmas. Grandma brought gifts with her and had her own little "Christmas morning" with our family. The girls were ecstatic. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqKmoOYKKAu5zaWQtS3tMwySKrQ5xXLiZ_ANI085RxeUjDEo0BlBcJU-cDL4het7BRC43XmOOC7CLISQB6FzsYNIwoWbBw6XHWdt2k27CgcXAYTnq4t1EeSBswq8G2ycptXMy_c9yqCK0/s1600/20101213_0143.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqKmoOYKKAu5zaWQtS3tMwySKrQ5xXLiZ_ANI085RxeUjDEo0BlBcJU-cDL4het7BRC43XmOOC7CLISQB6FzsYNIwoWbBw6XHWdt2k27CgcXAYTnq4t1EeSBswq8G2ycptXMy_c9yqCK0/s320/20101213_0143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575940324637785954" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwa-VbIJmRpMmeTvyDHMVl310_EnTcw0rDL3aJLXFrHP3sGplaH-SH_27AHp4y32CpeE3VjvMnKWAUlyw8jO1LmXKssQdo7E2MRnneM6UIBXcXcV06iMSfN9950fHmvD_nQtsVf5roIGaj/s1600/20101213_0142.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwa-VbIJmRpMmeTvyDHMVl310_EnTcw0rDL3aJLXFrHP3sGplaH-SH_27AHp4y32CpeE3VjvMnKWAUlyw8jO1LmXKssQdo7E2MRnneM6UIBXcXcV06iMSfN9950fHmvD_nQtsVf5roIGaj/s320/20101213_0142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575940326011515794" /></a><br /><br />Livy especially liked the dinosaur toys that sounded just like her!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUqes0dMzaPBZvfzXJYpXl0tgubqs7goJQztNT2VV_Qq-mBSQfgbuBKRw1ar615WMkDO-MghO4fG2oOJqJAvRcGw6Rv2ZAUM6Pdiwfzk0sMsC_vkNre7Y1I3gY3jUPkEwqkorihTqevIrl/s1600/20101213_0131.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUqes0dMzaPBZvfzXJYpXl0tgubqs7goJQztNT2VV_Qq-mBSQfgbuBKRw1ar615WMkDO-MghO4fG2oOJqJAvRcGw6Rv2ZAUM6Pdiwfzk0sMsC_vkNre7Y1I3gY3jUPkEwqkorihTqevIrl/s320/20101213_0131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575943381579334866" /></a><br /><br />She also loved the alphabet wheel that had all the fun sounds. Yipee for mom and dad, right?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK5DDpDNwIPO2rQl_Tw9GIixulHZrOtu2i9sBwluwELHjmkratrZlRHVPxgvsVZpkSnLconlMCFo_jpOjIOkGeFJQqdLKdt_o9PS5Ps_20j5YUZTwDIaiNtaMtUeII8HJgXN0Lzk1G3vxB/s1600/20101213_0128.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK5DDpDNwIPO2rQl_Tw9GIixulHZrOtu2i9sBwluwELHjmkratrZlRHVPxgvsVZpkSnLconlMCFo_jpOjIOkGeFJQqdLKdt_o9PS5Ps_20j5YUZTwDIaiNtaMtUeII8HJgXN0Lzk1G3vxB/s320/20101213_0128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575943392387112146" /></a><br /><br /> I was just grateful that grandma came so I didn't feel so guilty leaving Nathan to hold down the fort with Livy. Grandma Fae reported that things didn't go too bad and she may even consider doing it again sometime (which is always a good sign that it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be).Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03716952922971579246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-55434637632620768252011-02-20T16:00:00.000-08:002011-02-20T16:31:09.395-08:00Polar Express Ward Party<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8uWPgPwMf8gE80TWEVoaKjmecYMOIgfObetrM3rmFNv8waZCjlQ1j4xi4DDqrr1UgJrcFShWV0zqdwCoPzsQvmQw7_aewb-PYNc9QD7doeTR2eXUj-K3_YUznzo52HVYnDb78iyZr81cB/s1600/20101210_0069.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8uWPgPwMf8gE80TWEVoaKjmecYMOIgfObetrM3rmFNv8waZCjlQ1j4xi4DDqrr1UgJrcFShWV0zqdwCoPzsQvmQw7_aewb-PYNc9QD7doeTR2eXUj-K3_YUznzo52HVYnDb78iyZr81cB/s320/20101210_0069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575928066976651394" /></a><br /><br />Our church had a family Christmas party and the theme was "The Polar Express." All the kids came in PJs and watched the movie, while the grown ups enjoyed a delicious meal.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyN4Sr0PYnQBhsgWJXBEvfgBurZzbKLbD5h0EUPvMh7fLVWoyAmZsyYFZm69wWZUv82atuQ4ct900S-h4rTZvq8m4HStNoYFqVauzjXh0W8j_zgcIQM6Bc0Jc7Q2QTKGlDWAnKGsGmweg/s1600/20101210_0070.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyN4Sr0PYnQBhsgWJXBEvfgBurZzbKLbD5h0EUPvMh7fLVWoyAmZsyYFZm69wWZUv82atuQ4ct900S-h4rTZvq8m4HStNoYFqVauzjXh0W8j_zgcIQM6Bc0Jc7Q2QTKGlDWAnKGsGmweg/s320/20101210_0070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575928071606829506" /></a><br /><br />Santa made an appearance and the kids had a blast.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUPhxrpl-NibXTRjyZ4FD51HBegpE4-chLFYXV18PWYFzpg8NevykziWejfkblLFvUISzN3GLETnulH1zwDgSvsVisKYxKN_OcbdjmU-apeM_EPXGm0bovZ-Ts8rZTX50iS1d9PCuRADWe/s1600/20101210_0085.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUPhxrpl-NibXTRjyZ4FD51HBegpE4-chLFYXV18PWYFzpg8NevykziWejfkblLFvUISzN3GLETnulH1zwDgSvsVisKYxKN_OcbdjmU-apeM_EPXGm0bovZ-Ts8rZTX50iS1d9PCuRADWe/s320/20101210_0085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575928076730336594" /></a><br />My really good friend Julie (on the right) and her family joined us for the winter fun. I can't believe we've known each other since Anabelle and Aeryn were 4 months-old. She's one of my oldest friends in San Diego.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIaXeywlMlaKyaoRu-JXozYk7EW5oE4JATvg0cx4vySTaceOpWCohjMH-ihyQ17GveaBJqh4mlHRyh24Ni09muIzv4o73RrFFO7OeQ1I8tsrqsOo6kpo0fjIrDj0CEZQbWP8thMvXJZ9gv/s1600/20101210_0106.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIaXeywlMlaKyaoRu-JXozYk7EW5oE4JATvg0cx4vySTaceOpWCohjMH-ihyQ17GveaBJqh4mlHRyh24Ni09muIzv4o73RrFFO7OeQ1I8tsrqsOo6kpo0fjIrDj0CEZQbWP8thMvXJZ9gv/s320/20101210_0106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575928081860368450" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqq-8UvI81DUwPw1RsC3Cbx771Vdt62F0gCzoTxSdU14fr-sfAFHdrZigMNBHSLQNMSBd3mymkX1b0dDv0Z2HzL_yuhyphenhyphenC0ZSdlY7IMYEatMd4HVJxzDtNrPQ063AtbPnJvp07GWqOsVMt2/s1600/20101210_0107.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqq-8UvI81DUwPw1RsC3Cbx771Vdt62F0gCzoTxSdU14fr-sfAFHdrZigMNBHSLQNMSBd3mymkX1b0dDv0Z2HzL_yuhyphenhyphenC0ZSdlY7IMYEatMd4HVJxzDtNrPQ063AtbPnJvp07GWqOsVMt2/s320/20101210_0107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575929823168756066" /></a><br />Two of our newer friends were there as well. Ronia and Erika live just across the way from us and have become an integral part of our neighborhood support system. This is Ronia with Santa Claus (who was having a wardrobe malfunction), isn't Ronia cute?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLDKpOTKgCn2GxLE4ZSsWUXpzj43uQXPLTZrXtk4n8X1sJk8-9Z5jYqW1Moazyp8hgzj9s4J_EL-WjQzP1shHqFYI46vMHJ7fltcLCZ314-SbVheBu57y-Q1LjRKuwmF2d4rYEYEyLRk9q/s1600/20101210_0089.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLDKpOTKgCn2GxLE4ZSsWUXpzj43uQXPLTZrXtk4n8X1sJk8-9Z5jYqW1Moazyp8hgzj9s4J_EL-WjQzP1shHqFYI46vMHJ7fltcLCZ314-SbVheBu57y-Q1LjRKuwmF2d4rYEYEyLRk9q/s320/20101210_0089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575932691689299602" /></a><br /><br />and of course, some of Anabelle's "bestest friends" (Anabelle's words) were there to add to the festivities too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5W6K_IvG9NrRYQjL-pDjzrd1y2iGwKcqNrfXr7uYHCE_qtn-Nk2WOel4gv4I3U_WxVRfliGDX3YMNVDHbP89n79ieKC7BVUbSKekebQkFaoQ0CfZIXSP_vUNf5_Kxw9TsUsf2CJoBWFJS/s1600/20101210_0112.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5W6K_IvG9NrRYQjL-pDjzrd1y2iGwKcqNrfXr7uYHCE_qtn-Nk2WOel4gv4I3U_WxVRfliGDX3YMNVDHbP89n79ieKC7BVUbSKekebQkFaoQ0CfZIXSP_vUNf5_Kxw9TsUsf2CJoBWFJS/s320/20101210_0112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575928072540683778" /></a>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03716952922971579246noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-41966517915825946752011-02-20T15:56:00.000-08:002011-02-20T16:00:38.965-08:00Precious Moment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLbxnBvw6zC1XKvYtoVR_rPa11w-XQO_93P7Rmcff_hoJLSKMxh5zF1umfMTz3onBhJtNt0_04gtAT6pMtd0im3sGg9XKlsLSOmQ2VOHER_7u_1I_5WQ0gINQoVMHBBEM6oSyqcmkIg68P/s1600/20101129_0052.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLbxnBvw6zC1XKvYtoVR_rPa11w-XQO_93P7Rmcff_hoJLSKMxh5zF1umfMTz3onBhJtNt0_04gtAT6pMtd0im3sGg9XKlsLSOmQ2VOHER_7u_1I_5WQ0gINQoVMHBBEM6oSyqcmkIg68P/s400/20101129_0052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575925840408541442" /></a>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03716952922971579246noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-14162097438354121992011-02-19T21:39:00.000-08:002011-02-20T17:15:24.860-08:00Thanksgiving with friends<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4WSDOzcYXWYHyeYfBXI4DJsKQbdaWq8u85ihS6cO5lh7MRZfR6rerUoG-iY7ead1gewEoupCmugtTcKJNep_WL6i1FZ4ojJeQqm-mGYjzLr6PUeLiSBN-6fHmky0Niq1PIcqjdB5prhrZ/s1600/20101125_0010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4WSDOzcYXWYHyeYfBXI4DJsKQbdaWq8u85ihS6cO5lh7MRZfR6rerUoG-iY7ead1gewEoupCmugtTcKJNep_WL6i1FZ4ojJeQqm-mGYjzLr6PUeLiSBN-6fHmky0Niq1PIcqjdB5prhrZ/s320/20101125_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575643942394192610" /></a><br /><br /><br />Yeah, I know we've completely neglected this blog, so we have a lot of catching up to do. Thanksgiving last year was spent with our friends the Hansen family.<br /><br />We had a fun Pilgrim theme going, which the kids really enjoyed.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGgs1x3MS30Nb7rt9Ph4u1DY4vH4g9uX3V7BOEtyz0N5DE1TqGSo4Mt89-2XbBtJH0CqzuegPBgG_c_43b572JULGx8A-oOZ_jNckBTO-cYOKiqLT028X7-B_6bk-3eYTjYiyyC8iSDjmV/s1600/20101125_0019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGgs1x3MS30Nb7rt9Ph4u1DY4vH4g9uX3V7BOEtyz0N5DE1TqGSo4Mt89-2XbBtJH0CqzuegPBgG_c_43b572JULGx8A-oOZ_jNckBTO-cYOKiqLT028X7-B_6bk-3eYTjYiyyC8iSDjmV/s320/20101125_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575643943635622290" /></a><br /><br /><br />There was a bounty of food and despite our determination to make a dent in it, we still had plenty of left overs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbrxF9XjUJ4Vytx2LwzeH52bvTlS8Jq2iVxXFSvWomqbfPA0zptcYfsSoLgEmOfJoZYZdh148vxnb13ZatAwdmQ-_lrZWZa6K2TgtaqhmF-1C0x0hI5-y8eLPizjY9K79geyMQOrnLhrjZ/s1600/20101125_0013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbrxF9XjUJ4Vytx2LwzeH52bvTlS8Jq2iVxXFSvWomqbfPA0zptcYfsSoLgEmOfJoZYZdh148vxnb13ZatAwdmQ-_lrZWZa6K2TgtaqhmF-1C0x0hI5-y8eLPizjY9K79geyMQOrnLhrjZ/s320/20101125_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575643960020598386" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhSgvc_ySrKc3TCYxPVwP0varvxDj4R3E6sIEuVb-PQwXslfq12bW8aNgmffAqLffoe_ZWUnV2fk02BUNGBlyrRAcHKk4TeYdfnarUDHTxJOkhyphenhyphenS-Isni-A0ul29Sfv_Za-mkH3MzPYgb/s1600/20101125_0014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhSgvc_ySrKc3TCYxPVwP0varvxDj4R3E6sIEuVb-PQwXslfq12bW8aNgmffAqLffoe_ZWUnV2fk02BUNGBlyrRAcHKk4TeYdfnarUDHTxJOkhyphenhyphenS-Isni-A0ul29Sfv_Za-mkH3MzPYgb/s320/20101125_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575643955140329522" /></a>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03716952922971579246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-40394875065569398632011-02-19T21:33:00.000-08:002011-02-19T21:39:24.023-08:00Runaway Baby<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTEzJbBLNE3fVwi2o1RDPbhZGPS8YIeEbZnDuPD-qd5mtBk15vYt86oK6HFguepPKC4Zq9rJwsuL9QHnqsvjCQitgt3BOsEOj164pGcO0KUYJjYTYeQWR3Y1UjwCE_3WYe9OkVP4gYnjU/s1600/run+away+baby.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTEzJbBLNE3fVwi2o1RDPbhZGPS8YIeEbZnDuPD-qd5mtBk15vYt86oK6HFguepPKC4Zq9rJwsuL9QHnqsvjCQitgt3BOsEOj164pGcO0KUYJjYTYeQWR3Y1UjwCE_3WYe9OkVP4gYnjU/s320/run+away+baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575642040711219730" /></a>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03716952922971579246noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-34866883557620737962011-02-13T23:01:00.000-08:002011-02-13T22:27:37.709-08:00Coming soon... an update on the past several monthsI recently realized that I hadn't posted anything since October. Also, according to Google Analytics, I'm also probably the only one that has noticed since they only report 6 visits to this blog since Nov 1.<br />
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Anyway, I'll be posting a few highlights from the last few months over the next couple weeks in case any of you 6 anonymous visitors are interested.Nate Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09323849490584356299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-51798597292652539412011-02-13T22:27:00.000-08:002011-02-13T22:28:45.377-08:00Anabelle's recent artwork<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The other day, Anabelle drew a little something for us... can you tell what it is?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYnDm0Xnhf3WcGeVlR1-vOjbs4aKiGBCND9_IkwO3DuALIuYP9Mmc9d40fzoPMCVL9RybSor0Qc5tXyCsU_YP5FZps8F6mwMnTm0QDzGjW0m5e9K5qioRi8gfE_LklM-v0WSUPubfmOGg/s1600/20110130_0005t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYnDm0Xnhf3WcGeVlR1-vOjbs4aKiGBCND9_IkwO3DuALIuYP9Mmc9d40fzoPMCVL9RybSor0Qc5tXyCsU_YP5FZps8F6mwMnTm0QDzGjW0m5e9K5qioRi8gfE_LklM-v0WSUPubfmOGg/s320/20110130_0005t.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yeah, it's mommy and daddy at the Salt Lake Temple. It's fun watching Anabelle grow in her faith.</div>Nate Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09323849490584356299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-19538554616556392242011-02-13T21:44:00.000-08:002011-02-13T21:44:54.083-08:00Livy's favorite fruit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjMvP-EXvfqbIo4robQZgXsyhV9gpddGGv10H9P81t1p_Sd5JcR0g3F-PF0EJmnCRSwSJ3Ysb2YWWgD5ZxjNF3UfQNAAn_sYXp5jMR0cWqVlYuxLM_xTAtVkMHF2kOrmjhyphenhyphenWoR2yIiBnw/s1600/20110102_211cr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjMvP-EXvfqbIo4robQZgXsyhV9gpddGGv10H9P81t1p_Sd5JcR0g3F-PF0EJmnCRSwSJ3Ysb2YWWgD5ZxjNF3UfQNAAn_sYXp5jMR0cWqVlYuxLM_xTAtVkMHF2kOrmjhyphenhyphenWoR2yIiBnw/s320/20110102_211cr.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Guess which fruit is the official favorite of Livy? Yep! Blackberries...<br />
Needless to say, she has blackberry stains on most onsies and pajamas...Nate Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09323849490584356299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-46189426531787544912010-10-31T17:11:00.000-07:002010-10-31T17:13:08.876-07:00Happy Halloween!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj42wE_T8-uRzPOsNQVzE3TIlV9kwMmE_sjYKU9eD8i-YYHO0d5U3Wos0urK4AeNRnxDNyyBMWAZvwxzPswe3-XglYlZgM13FZ-yMIdD2v0BuxFUl9c4ImyE4AFnoRFVknCaJnAAe-Ctxw/s1600/20101030_0337cr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj42wE_T8-uRzPOsNQVzE3TIlV9kwMmE_sjYKU9eD8i-YYHO0d5U3Wos0urK4AeNRnxDNyyBMWAZvwxzPswe3-XglYlZgM13FZ-yMIdD2v0BuxFUl9c4ImyE4AFnoRFVknCaJnAAe-Ctxw/s320/20101030_0337cr.jpg" width="209" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg2zXLaaCGn0n79-E5HtQTex-rgDKJGTpuH0QXKqYe7bc-mOiekkrXUrQd8OslNExi0RMUm7YPMDdHn5e2e6-HbpnZsO3bP_r9XhpSChfUQlJDxou4Wd74-5dwsJ8y1MKmA-KYGSzmxdg/s1600/20101030_0332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg2zXLaaCGn0n79-E5HtQTex-rgDKJGTpuH0QXKqYe7bc-mOiekkrXUrQd8OslNExi0RMUm7YPMDdHn5e2e6-HbpnZsO3bP_r9XhpSChfUQlJDxou4Wd74-5dwsJ8y1MKmA-KYGSzmxdg/s320/20101030_0332.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghyphenhyphenTHV72Efz9dKIJm_HRVSPpBrKS4oAiUKraNwrdCN_SfFp6-6L6JuOTFH2E4SkG6dZI_NigyGyn5pF75wn-nR4jQfWvYBChP9LBGEY96pbaFe1qwC87u30IUL5t9mXfSmTGqtqMU529I/s1600/20101030_0363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghyphenhyphenTHV72Efz9dKIJm_HRVSPpBrKS4oAiUKraNwrdCN_SfFp6-6L6JuOTFH2E4SkG6dZI_NigyGyn5pF75wn-nR4jQfWvYBChP9LBGEY96pbaFe1qwC87u30IUL5t9mXfSmTGqtqMU529I/s200/20101030_0363.JPG" width="200" /></a>Just wanted to wish everyone a happy Halloween!! Over the past week, we've enjoyed parties hosted by our housing complex and our church. Last night, Anabelle, the ladybug, had a blast at our ward "Trunk or Treat". Her great friend Aeryn even came along, dressed as a Panda. As for Livy, we'd lost her mouse costume the other day, so she had to wear Anabelle's old cow costume... though she didn't seem to mind, and just loved the free food and person who dressed up as the bird "Kevin" from the movie "Up". Livy kept chasing them, signing "bird" and saying "tweet tweet". At the end she caught up with the bird and gave it a series of soft, gentle kisses. Maria, with envy said "She's never given ME kisses like that!"Nate Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09323849490584356299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-1385296267891698662010-10-31T16:54:00.000-07:002010-10-31T16:54:02.036-07:00Livy's first steps<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>A few times each week, I come home early from the lab so that Maria can go work out at the local YMCA. So the other day, Livy was super cranky after Maria left. I was trying to eat dinner and feel the girls, but Livy was going nuts in her seat, so I let her down. Of course, she started throwing a fit when I set her on the floor. After a few seconds I turned around, and to my surprise, Livy was up and walking over to us with a whiny little cry. Anyway, Anabelle and I spent the rest of the evening waiting for Maria to get back and helping Livy practice her walking.Nate Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09323849490584356299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-66670189293672319912010-10-10T23:27:00.000-07:002010-10-10T23:27:17.270-07:00Anabelle at work....We love Anabelle soo much, but it's bittersweet to see her growing so fast... she's now quick to say "I am four AND A HALF!!" Her current favorites are dinosaurs, navigating pbskids.org and crafts. She especially loves the intersection: Caillou's dinosaur dig game at the pbs site, and making dinosaur crafts...<br />
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Anything she can get into... no drawer, purse, cupboard, or bathroom is safe from her little hands.... </div>Nate Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09323849490584356299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-50868200778129486312010-10-10T23:04:00.000-07:002010-10-10T23:04:06.642-07:00Happy Birthday Maria and Livy and Anabelle (sort of)This past month we celebrated 3 special days... Maria and Livy both had their birthdays (XX years and 1 year) and Anabelle turned 4.5 years. To celebrate these special days, we took a trip to the happiest place on earth.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anabelle had a blast since she's now 40.5 inches tall... thus, she was barely able to go on even the bigger rollercoasters.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqL1dx-BjiaXShTi6dgEF4nEXDZH0k2JzPi3mbztis0EKWvHJkxwihtSrobZ9gkzVc0NJHqmDSFQAVOhswGkXJjOqk00GLwdHrZKSw4VIHwRPxgevMAEXiXLaU_7tiDfEYS7a315o3mw/s1600/20100915_0081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqL1dx-BjiaXShTi6dgEF4nEXDZH0k2JzPi3mbztis0EKWvHJkxwihtSrobZ9gkzVc0NJHqmDSFQAVOhswGkXJjOqk00GLwdHrZKSw4VIHwRPxgevMAEXiXLaU_7tiDfEYS7a315o3mw/s320/20100915_0081.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, except for scaring Anabelle on the Pirates ride, it was a great birthday! Happy birthday girls!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGBlh23XtnDkT5POpTSnRauHFKEzfy1QWNwB0fspjSObTSmYvx3RDSGwHQ7g4fEC5zbRDiQgjQBCQmSRM0YgnkxgL75q9YRurO-TUWCP28_UYwps-weeXiSw6TuhU1nqaKKtb7QKGXRyw/s1600/20100915_0164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGBlh23XtnDkT5POpTSnRauHFKEzfy1QWNwB0fspjSObTSmYvx3RDSGwHQ7g4fEC5zbRDiQgjQBCQmSRM0YgnkxgL75q9YRurO-TUWCP28_UYwps-weeXiSw6TuhU1nqaKKtb7QKGXRyw/s320/20100915_0164.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(P.S. Livy's birthday was actually a couple weeks later, so we celebrated again at home, with bit of cheese cake)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5eONDq5j6lW7-y4JJ2uftqmLkjCLqPsC2kQgIB251O35by1Esjr3-OTDLRhWNNcENXB9oqzp7uVIJ8MUYLSDblcZYiXH6lmKbbfI3wqmgUk5hKSJYBM4AB4ivYSZ4zfLc6PbgQE4RUn0/s1600/20100929_0222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5eONDq5j6lW7-y4JJ2uftqmLkjCLqPsC2kQgIB251O35by1Esjr3-OTDLRhWNNcENXB9oqzp7uVIJ8MUYLSDblcZYiXH6lmKbbfI3wqmgUk5hKSJYBM4AB4ivYSZ4zfLc6PbgQE4RUn0/s320/20100929_0222.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Nate Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09323849490584356299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-4600971194170804352010-09-12T22:48:00.000-07:002010-09-12T22:08:30.071-07:00First day of school... year two<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSt9sA8AXemU9oQC79tw7TTrq9-Sk8Fbfh1aGrOcEpHiTfTS-bfgvuqi-dre8AblSL-QI_kS5JQx8UucTvK-HkrkIVXN0mAC6R3fjG5S-VUjdzwaPfDmKj3pbxOgfb2aM4sMsLS-x52lI/s1600/20100830_0353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSt9sA8AXemU9oQC79tw7TTrq9-Sk8Fbfh1aGrOcEpHiTfTS-bfgvuqi-dre8AblSL-QI_kS5JQx8UucTvK-HkrkIVXN0mAC6R3fjG5S-VUjdzwaPfDmKj3pbxOgfb2aM4sMsLS-x52lI/s320/20100830_0353.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiGQIIxit8AhzCGg9U4Vl1pguTNpzSclAv9AMLYecZWTejZm_WNza8o5uidcYtZwUc-jsxh7xDllZGW2YeF_iW35EiphbzzobE5kONR6lK540Vs1AQFVXTxHXhYvaNwt_G6GNbnGQfN0w/s1600/20090902_143-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiGQIIxit8AhzCGg9U4Vl1pguTNpzSclAv9AMLYecZWTejZm_WNza8o5uidcYtZwUc-jsxh7xDllZGW2YeF_iW35EiphbzzobE5kONR6lK540Vs1AQFVXTxHXhYvaNwt_G6GNbnGQfN0w/s320/20090902_143-2.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anabelle started at her preschool again two weeks ago. On the left is the photo from her first day of school last year, and the right is from this year.... I have to say it's bittersweet seeing her growing up so fast.</div>Nate Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09323849490584356299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053889262709197222.post-75861082406324069262010-09-12T22:07:00.000-07:002010-09-12T22:25:14.534-07:00What we did for our summer vacation...We had an exciting summer vacation... a few things we did include:<br />
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</div><div>Visiting the grandparents and Anabelle/Livy's cousin Victoria in DC. While there, the girls had lots of fun going to the zoo, the aquarium, and riding the merry-go-round with Mama Bear and Papa Bear. They were also very glad to spend time with their uncles and aunt. However, I almost had to fire Maria, since she forgot to take pictures during the entire 4 weeks out there.... :p Here's one of the few pictures she took:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7wd8MYfE4S_gQInCULcnm1GYpNtZQh2I-cyhd8Ctab2z7kpf5w0hHujwiYxeBg_MvsS4dyUcpDjFIWlUg6b2B3orVLGR4xQ093gyzDwzIG9i46bQy_bncvX7qGIrUWIcGN_ulNKARquE/s1600/20100605_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7wd8MYfE4S_gQInCULcnm1GYpNtZQh2I-cyhd8Ctab2z7kpf5w0hHujwiYxeBg_MvsS4dyUcpDjFIWlUg6b2B3orVLGR4xQ093gyzDwzIG9i46bQy_bncvX7qGIrUWIcGN_ulNKARquE/s320/20100605_0006.JPG" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div>Maria and the girls also visited the Tuttles, a family we knew in Israel (they moved to DC around the time we returned from Israel). Their daughter Rachel was like the big sister Anabelle never had, and was always so nice to Anabelle at church and when we visited their house occasionally... Anabelle still talks about Rachel occasionally when something reminds her of Rachel (e.g., two days ago Anabelle saw a photo booth and said "I've been in one of those before with my friend Rachel in Israel", and then tonight, while reading a book about hamsters, Anabelle told me about Rachel's gerbil).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgzyT1eyhgSUBrp06D7XLhqMqCJYdfE7Kb0rdLrsHgNhGHTkUNEvM5zPyMs5kZIk3sUSPQQN5mDIGFk0i-azG8JkW5HFiD1jwZ6zNgm5NVVNywtv7wljddzfcAKqF6_FpabbV-iDUKeKU/s1600/20100619_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgzyT1eyhgSUBrp06D7XLhqMqCJYdfE7Kb0rdLrsHgNhGHTkUNEvM5zPyMs5kZIk3sUSPQQN5mDIGFk0i-azG8JkW5HFiD1jwZ6zNgm5NVVNywtv7wljddzfcAKqF6_FpabbV-iDUKeKU/s320/20100619_0027.JPG" /></a></div><div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a long story, but we spent about a month and a half in Provo, Utah. There Anabelle took some swimming lessons a local water park. At the end, her teacher took her on some of the water slides.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCXlivDyMeR7OMnfLylDKWCVhS9GhMUJYZtnxrGWfjeF_mKfIBK5zN2FEUzwpBpSFOZPz9KrnDsCmzR0QSxK9HbZDC7qUXcIz7u7QUeN1eIMjELEyAr5HGR6GWcNoOhlK_WKL4wIhRLB8/s1600/20100720_0129cr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCXlivDyMeR7OMnfLylDKWCVhS9GhMUJYZtnxrGWfjeF_mKfIBK5zN2FEUzwpBpSFOZPz9KrnDsCmzR0QSxK9HbZDC7qUXcIz7u7QUeN1eIMjELEyAr5HGR6GWcNoOhlK_WKL4wIhRLB8/s200/20100720_0129cr.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie5x1GN3Nu-bdae7GKTzQLKNp6c_DILFMIM6cxUKg6OWlSdqn3MO8BYbL210N7LybY4Yu2R_eahobWN3XdbtM2C8hIWC27eLrt9hPC-yoY8pqJDr-OPNZHq6QbE85TEW43baDTStq9im4/s1600/20100729_0180sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie5x1GN3Nu-bdae7GKTzQLKNp6c_DILFMIM6cxUKg6OWlSdqn3MO8BYbL210N7LybY4Yu2R_eahobWN3XdbtM2C8hIWC27eLrt9hPC-yoY8pqJDr-OPNZHq6QbE85TEW43baDTStq9im4/s320/20100729_0180sm.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where they learned a number of things, as follow:</div><div style="text-align: center;">1) Mommy likes dinosaurs:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMBcouIYE_Op_-W01GoFsVCjhhJT-prcEswsihKBqqT4VLYQiGRCyQ9gOqHgWCQeMiie8SemZGw23vsqZaB6p5EQtytDpt7ASMdIdbHdIH0q-CakMhk3KAaUWddC1Y9oJbRyV7gcYY8gU/s1600/20100726_0143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMBcouIYE_Op_-W01GoFsVCjhhJT-prcEswsihKBqqT4VLYQiGRCyQ9gOqHgWCQeMiie8SemZGw23vsqZaB6p5EQtytDpt7ASMdIdbHdIH0q-CakMhk3KAaUWddC1Y9oJbRyV7gcYY8gU/s320/20100726_0143.JPG" /></a></div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">2) One should be careful about standing behind large sauropods, since there is a lot of fiber in those leaves they eat:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHOSW8SaV-7v6eInCoeHnBBXhIK88X8IKG3SE2Ap2x_kIc4m0BvPRwgsirJlfhRMwvZXHzuMk5vu4i7GRSZAp5Z4c17L_5vwHyVQ46g5lsOyphyphenhyphenZfDHXgQVyMS0uFa8bHlQzHlehxKa_8/s1600/cr20100726_0150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHOSW8SaV-7v6eInCoeHnBBXhIK88X8IKG3SE2Ap2x_kIc4m0BvPRwgsirJlfhRMwvZXHzuMk5vu4i7GRSZAp5Z4c17L_5vwHyVQ46g5lsOyphyphenhyphenZfDHXgQVyMS0uFa8bHlQzHlehxKa_8/s320/cr20100726_0150.jpg" /></a></div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">3) You can design dinosaurs with two tails, but they take twice as much time to clean up after:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKeHoxbAscrnF7Sj6CVbkKwydBFEJmGjyqat0LZL4InjVeY8UXztcTSDEEf7XVKsWIi0VxqdYxkbW5I0JBioZdLYdDze8tt8zy1uZkjCbNTgv0YixqUaYa74gFKoUOoI76fNw3KWBo1vo/s1600/cr20100726_0161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKeHoxbAscrnF7Sj6CVbkKwydBFEJmGjyqat0LZL4InjVeY8UXztcTSDEEf7XVKsWIi0VxqdYxkbW5I0JBioZdLYdDze8tt8zy1uZkjCbNTgv0YixqUaYa74gFKoUOoI76fNw3KWBo1vo/s320/cr20100726_0161.jpg" /></a></div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">4) Even if you are excavating and find dino fossils, you still can't pull them up since they seem to be cemented to the museum floor:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguU9o2oXNa_JXp4SghX8funC4FpGneuUriA1t8PEasMb8SAEo4HA7C7rz-TkcDzXKnxZtof5PWC8rW3glOZyr-YOSWhLzmocOWjkBUkopTN1hB7F_NHXJtE3ARGnegchXHkegHkNUVyUA/s1600/cr20100726_0173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguU9o2oXNa_JXp4SghX8funC4FpGneuUriA1t8PEasMb8SAEo4HA7C7rz-TkcDzXKnxZtof5PWC8rW3glOZyr-YOSWhLzmocOWjkBUkopTN1hB7F_NHXJtE3ARGnegchXHkegHkNUVyUA/s320/cr20100726_0173.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">5) It's more fun to excavate dinosaurs when they're in a block of chalk:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSt57Uvk611Z4Z6sj67_wNKvkVCic2MkLZFJio9gtQajKIJU35GvWcCxxKhyphenhyphenwptpd5oFIOgLDtgrYuJVKnPEz0YveimtzUjRqrwCYDw0PVmDRJBBtlqoYP8l8A2-wqsJlIlImDRi9uMAs/s1600/20100703_0082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSt57Uvk611Z4Z6sj67_wNKvkVCic2MkLZFJio9gtQajKIJU35GvWcCxxKhyphenhyphenwptpd5oFIOgLDtgrYuJVKnPEz0YveimtzUjRqrwCYDw0PVmDRJBBtlqoYP8l8A2-wqsJlIlImDRi9uMAs/s320/20100703_0082.JPG" /></a></div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Another time, we went and hiked the emerald pools trail:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7oZoz59WMXjXdxUq6FSFMglFDOrnF9a-1aokaucdeu_Qawt3-SexSOUzOG7-ILVCKBGKeYcCq2UOmOZNn3TLssqBSAxhU9A0SVjbMjXuWTu_OfIRkr_RELGSRkmc4ky9I4zQ88GdDgIo/s1600/Zion2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7oZoz59WMXjXdxUq6FSFMglFDOrnF9a-1aokaucdeu_Qawt3-SexSOUzOG7-ILVCKBGKeYcCq2UOmOZNn3TLssqBSAxhU9A0SVjbMjXuWTu_OfIRkr_RELGSRkmc4ky9I4zQ88GdDgIo/s320/Zion2.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anabelle wanted to do some water ballet on the way up the trail:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7oZoz59WMXjXdxUq6FSFMglFDOrnF9a-1aokaucdeu_Qawt3-SexSOUzOG7-ILVCKBGKeYcCq2UOmOZNn3TLssqBSAxhU9A0SVjbMjXuWTu_OfIRkr_RELGSRkmc4ky9I4zQ88GdDgIo/s1600/Zion2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4RNIMgnI8FjMGhxVQ2IO9AqkhqEr1oWQexu5uSj-pZm-nl2_MiglsFtdV-AjCalg2VYGDgLpcdv24ED2nKbRd-Aq_bSiwdp_3auWPytemQyQHZOe3UqDWlNP0AlUXAg51hdarSpS2s8/s1600/Zion3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4RNIMgnI8FjMGhxVQ2IO9AqkhqEr1oWQexu5uSj-pZm-nl2_MiglsFtdV-AjCalg2VYGDgLpcdv24ED2nKbRd-Aq_bSiwdp_3auWPytemQyQHZOe3UqDWlNP0AlUXAg51hdarSpS2s8/s320/Zion3.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It ends up that the pools were not-so-emerald... more like amber:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidmJhnLeq2dVarO0EWIlS7Gw8SuUbDZUya7UWiI-qdvBBtL27xU5P_HIakxaIKMIKkCm4Unacn2ExiEHnk2GRwXXjdfOaWseQy0U9ll13r2EoQsER87vTKKclOHYVW9O63FNhV7wmkK-A/s1600/zion4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidmJhnLeq2dVarO0EWIlS7Gw8SuUbDZUya7UWiI-qdvBBtL27xU5P_HIakxaIKMIKkCm4Unacn2ExiEHnk2GRwXXjdfOaWseQy0U9ll13r2EoQsER87vTKKclOHYVW9O63FNhV7wmkK-A/s320/zion4.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After a long day of hiking, a nap is in order:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4RNIMgnI8FjMGhxVQ2IO9AqkhqEr1oWQexu5uSj-pZm-nl2_MiglsFtdV-AjCalg2VYGDgLpcdv24ED2nKbRd-Aq_bSiwdp_3auWPytemQyQHZOe3UqDWlNP0AlUXAg51hdarSpS2s8/s1600/Zion3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjajoM_bnfLW0sMiHy7V_IqEvNCt8EwkbIjLEaQV8v5U0ymZHeQDlHkpNhFWMplkMTtJXAHW1JSbQXEeKDUByIOEemRVGN6P139nOmJ5fmI_Dhs4Iuuy4aZ6coDY0lBrBl_Gi85xUJJnE/s1600/Zion1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjajoM_bnfLW0sMiHy7V_IqEvNCt8EwkbIjLEaQV8v5U0ymZHeQDlHkpNhFWMplkMTtJXAHW1JSbQXEeKDUByIOEemRVGN6P139nOmJ5fmI_Dhs4Iuuy4aZ6coDY0lBrBl_Gi85xUJJnE/s320/Zion1.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And any good botanist-in-training should immediately open her flower guide to review the flowers seen during the day with her monkey friend:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPECa4xVS0wR3EWqglSwnmOAKkDgoPGKEkouORPhbRgnjRPxrp8-pdlcCwxxCKt_0Jbs68BLW9EemuETNRT9iPiWapz1oUymVS_oj1nB0KhMdBBrOmT73OHffQtQ0fMfijD5PPIoiMetQ/s1600/zion5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPECa4xVS0wR3EWqglSwnmOAKkDgoPGKEkouORPhbRgnjRPxrp8-pdlcCwxxCKt_0Jbs68BLW9EemuETNRT9iPiWapz1oUymVS_oj1nB0KhMdBBrOmT73OHffQtQ0fMfijD5PPIoiMetQ/s320/zion5.JPG" /></a></div>Nate Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09323849490584356299noreply@blogger.com1