tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-172103692024-03-20T16:47:51.411-07:00Allison AlleyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15213587754381204528noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-23519759119112491462010-12-25T06:26:00.000-08:002010-12-25T06:26:04.854-08:00Look Who I Found Under the Tree<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFH75px2nmq3tZXxnCP60PrctNjN8eK-rNcksAoFegJxJAC-91gYXGnlUomv00UgowURWNA-RgFY73bcf0GhrolxLVBwmze5kJKO6zH1GIyvZ5rstW0CGruhyphenhyphenWeVWhDX7let1R/s1600/2010-Xmas-Card-Baby-Santa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFH75px2nmq3tZXxnCP60PrctNjN8eK-rNcksAoFegJxJAC-91gYXGnlUomv00UgowURWNA-RgFY73bcf0GhrolxLVBwmze5kJKO6zH1GIyvZ5rstW0CGruhyphenhyphenWeVWhDX7let1R/s400/2010-Xmas-Card-Baby-Santa.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15213587754381204528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-83228234159836231562010-12-12T12:17:00.000-08:002010-12-12T12:44:41.453-08:00Liam does his "Chicago" Dance<iframe frameborder="0" height="320" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/17735416?portrait=0&color=ffffff&loop=1" width="240"></iframe><br />
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Liam has been doing what he calls his "Chicago" Dance. Here it is in slow motion.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15213587754381204528noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-69415779452547581902010-11-15T19:49:00.000-08:002010-11-15T19:49:06.721-08:00Corbin Howard<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1mJ81hxtLwlktGjodnt7TOlcq4jqm-Y-APAIzJTmfS_84Fe_tK0NLt0I6329VgRcLpbobsBAcNvsyr_UDId7gn4xsP6Pa0e20pHKQ8DsmCpEeO-Clyp9vEu9ak2naW42MUGC/s1600/2010-11-14+Corbin+Howard+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1mJ81hxtLwlktGjodnt7TOlcq4jqm-Y-APAIzJTmfS_84Fe_tK0NLt0I6329VgRcLpbobsBAcNvsyr_UDId7gn4xsP6Pa0e20pHKQ8DsmCpEeO-Clyp9vEu9ak2naW42MUGC/s320/2010-11-14+Corbin+Howard+015.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">Liam is constantly asking us to button, tie, or fasten something as he puts on layer upon layer of clothing to create some amazing costumes. Then when he gets frustrated dismantling his latest creation we are often surprised to see how many layers there are. He's had six socks on (per foot!) and will also have something like this on his legs starting with his birthday suit > underwear > pajama bottoms > underwear > shorts > underwear > bigger shorts > underwear (and sometimes a couple extra layers of underwear on top of that last layer)</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15213587754381204528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-60256594942680595222010-05-10T07:45:00.000-07:002010-05-10T08:51:54.645-07:00wore half ink abe abe bee<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4CUoxQ0x_GVi55jf4Rh0jpAWz579-xoouGYOKhz5xJfXx5cRoGFYIS6SFKxplWAO0Y9eMFa3OCkfpL0KHVGBDHHBPbzaAdHONDEnkPZD07Pj2O8c8b_fhj-x4a9kAwA7eebqx6A/s1600/UltrasoundFakeBaby3.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/AVvXsEh4CUoxQ0x_GVi55jf4Rh0jpAWz579-xoouGYOKhz5xJfXx5cRoGFYIS6SFKxplWAO0Y9eMFa3OCkfpL0KHVGBDHHBPbzaAdHONDEnkPZD07Pj2O8c8b_fhj-x4a9kAwA7eebqx6A/s320/UltrasoundFakeBaby3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469669651978657042" border="0" /></a>Ashliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781932055216337093noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-83103658693130369722010-04-26T21:16:00.000-07:002010-04-27T19:18:13.458-07:002010 SoCal Ragnar<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A few days ago Ashlie and I got to run in the Southern California Ragnar Relay with "The Big Kahunas", a great team of family and friends, many of whom you may recognize (or be!) in the photos below. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Starting Friday morning, our team ran the 200 miles non-stop in 31 hours and 55 minutes (First Place did 22:35! Last was 40:02). The course started in Ventura and ended at Dana Point. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">James put together a <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=en&oe=UTF8&num=200&msa=0&msid=102805899218678422465.000484a58af5ae567f190&z=9">map of the course and exchange points</a>. The route was divided into 36 legs and each person was assigned 3 legs that fell in the same order throughout the race. I was runner 9, so I had legs <a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/index.php?option=com_dynamicpages&Itemid=87&page=legMaps&raceName=losangeles&paceID=12&leg=9#legmaps">9</a>, <a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/index.php?option=com_dynamicpages&Itemid=87&page=legMaps&raceName=losangeles&paceID=12&leg=21#legmaps">21</a> and <a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/index.php?option=com_dynamicpages&Itemid=87&page=legMaps&raceName=losangeles&paceID=12&leg=33#legmaps">33</a>. Ash had <a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/index.php?option=com_dynamicpages&Itemid=87&page=legMaps&raceName=losangeles&paceID=12&leg=11#legmaps">11</a>, <a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/index.php?option=com_dynamicpages&Itemid=87&page=legMaps&raceName=losangeles&paceID=12&leg=23#legmaps">23</a>, and <a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/index.php?option=com_dynamicpages&Itemid=87&page=legMaps&raceName=losangeles&paceID=12&leg=35#legmaps">35</a>. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Each team was also divided into two vans. Van 1 took the first six legs, then our van (which I drove most of the time) took the next six, and then we traded back and forth. We tried to get rest while the other van was on, but that didn't always work out so well and by the end we were pretty fried and tired. Saturday night we slept very well.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It was so fun to spend time with everyone, see the creativity of all the teams, work hard and play together. Ashlie and I both thought it was a great experience we would do again.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/MV83tF9CACY6Vwm6XKOCnNxy5o31MD_gXgVW-FZZ0fE?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_YSwmZi0pzaI/S9ZJEN4BVVI/AAAAAAAAJHo/ANynx2RcIzY/s400/2010-04-24_16-29-04.JPG" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Big Kahunas just after finishing</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DaYcteNKHEgZwLYLNXDPydxy5o31MD_gXgVW-FZZ0fE?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_YSwmZi0pzaI/S9ZI123xHrI/AAAAAAAAJEA/eaolbUwq5-o/s400/2010-04-23_18-58-43.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Nemo was the mascot for "The Big Kahunas". We traded him off at the exchange points. We didn't carry him throughout the race, because he needed to get dressed up for his photo shoots, like this one in night gear showing what we needed to wear when it got dark.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Fqb2hndwLWa0Jg6g20quwNxy5o31MD_gXgVW-FZZ0fE?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_YSwmZi0pzaI/S9ZI76CycSI/AAAAAAAAJFg/3gebI5CrRJE/s400/2010-04-24_14-56-28.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Megan passing the baton (slap bracelet) and Nemo to Ashlie</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8QLA_dr0eH0zqZSvgv01Dtxy5o31MD_gXgVW-FZZ0fE?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_YSwmZi0pzaI/S9ZJFnnBxxI/AAAAAAAAJIc/7oCl8hDJAuA/s400/2010-04-25_10-16-54.JPG" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Teams decorated their vans (and bodies) with names, logos, funny phrases, taunts, and all sorts of mischief. Here we have boxes we checked off after finishing our legs. "Victims" or "Roadkill" tallies marked other racers we passed during our runs. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5kyRx3hD95l8GauyDM_cS9xy5o31MD_gXgVW-FZZ0fE?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_YSwmZi0pzaI/S9ZJCJxmlYI/AAAAAAAAJHM/j5X-BZY5Qgk/s400/2010-04-24_16-27-38.JPG" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The runners (plus some little helpers) joined in on the last part of the final leg to cross the finish line together.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AloxEG4S-UqssfZZWywmQNxy5o31MD_gXgVW-FZZ0fE?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_YSwmZi0pzaI/S9ZI4IiDYqI/AAAAAAAAJEg/LEkbSeesgZk/s400/2010-04-23_20-21-42.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ashlie and me with her sisters Nikki (who turned 18 the day we flew out) and Megan. Kyle Beck, on the left, came in at the last minute to sub for someone else who couldn't make it. His brother, Nathan Beck (who can be seen in the far right of the finish line shot) rounded out our half of the team.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15213587754381204528noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-46863998510676494952010-04-01T17:10:00.000-07:002010-04-01T17:37:53.445-07:00Brooklyn Trains Her Dragon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXamOAsqjJTJjOOdg0V_wxMkC5Ts8sCuVIomo0wNh_BF5tp8Evzv_8Ab3QF8PpSMabSf3EWxMBbIX5481Ndo7TICNnOAqkKiMmYcLonKHcp2U75kI_c9UL2O87KyVgltgsCKh5/s1600/3-31-2010+8-20-06+PM.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXamOAsqjJTJjOOdg0V_wxMkC5Ts8sCuVIomo0wNh_BF5tp8Evzv_8Ab3QF8PpSMabSf3EWxMBbIX5481Ndo7TICNnOAqkKiMmYcLonKHcp2U75kI_c9UL2O87KyVgltgsCKh5/s400/3-31-2010+8-20-06+PM.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455332112079438466" /></a><br /><br />We went and saw "<a href="http://www.howtotrainyourdragon.com/">How to Train Your Dragon</a>" which we all really enjoyed. This and "Kung Fu Panda" are, I think, the best CG animated films from DreamWorks so far. <div><br /></div><div>Later that night Brooklyn drew this great picture. The text reads:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Dragons [LOVE] Fish but...I don't know why?" </span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />"ME [<---] A Real Dragon Trainer"</span></span></blockquote><blockquote><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"They make them look mean...But look deeper and harder" </span></span></blockquote><blockquote><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And it has a collar with the name "Delilah"</span></span></blockquote><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15213587754381204528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-42552643610374550022010-03-17T20:41:00.000-07:002010-03-17T20:45:38.678-07:00Liam Spins a Yarn<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">After hearing Brooklyn present her book report, Liam wanted a turn and told us a tale of intrigue and his "zero brothers"</span></div><div><br /></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8cZ2fEJGS-w&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8cZ2fEJGS-w&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15213587754381204528noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-19062737319696918822010-03-10T22:44:00.000-08:002010-03-10T22:45:09.937-08:00Liam's Coat<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Liam put on this coat and transformed into...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi88aUWd2rWtzGFIELywaIFKlSoJVMP8YxmlSgBvfTrVsIo91w-G-OHZ3h76Aq8a6xoUs_kd4PWtBasdAXvhsSXFkJpUn_sbFERyApeCtmMN8Sv4PCQNRwSwVgRoiG4pMjfuXQ3/s1600-h/3-10-2010+8-29-37+AM.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi88aUWd2rWtzGFIELywaIFKlSoJVMP8YxmlSgBvfTrVsIo91w-G-OHZ3h76Aq8a6xoUs_kd4PWtBasdAXvhsSXFkJpUn_sbFERyApeCtmMN8Sv4PCQNRwSwVgRoiG4pMjfuXQ3/s400/3-10-2010+8-29-37+AM.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1lfGl4gPyFiJj30_ifWMdBwXmADsoEx710HvVSjiNCnr6wbqIPk0hTeL_3ABAlCDB05jOLOkdiJ0PRBl08KWM8duSddtFet17uYej5okiS1Q12iMVCO2MRDsXNHJ2y9gpgTy7/s1600-h/3-10-2010+8-30-02+AM.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1lfGl4gPyFiJj30_ifWMdBwXmADsoEx710HvVSjiNCnr6wbqIPk0hTeL_3ABAlCDB05jOLOkdiJ0PRBl08KWM8duSddtFet17uYej5okiS1Q12iMVCO2MRDsXNHJ2y9gpgTy7/s400/3-10-2010+8-30-02+AM.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwiH6eirW2MJHtSNhJC3YSwfbZ68L940iMdoqb-a1FDyYYFMXMG8k2bg9YksIf2Wk-9fEH6r8UbTYJ4pgOugBCOGjfHBVuxT5XQyXnxshwH9G9HsX4GWnzbs1BCcMkYAvkPRDJ/s1600-h/3-10-2010+8-30-03+AM.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwiH6eirW2MJHtSNhJC3YSwfbZ68L940iMdoqb-a1FDyYYFMXMG8k2bg9YksIf2Wk-9fEH6r8UbTYJ4pgOugBCOGjfHBVuxT5XQyXnxshwH9G9HsX4GWnzbs1BCcMkYAvkPRDJ/s400/3-10-2010+8-30-03+AM.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcTDKo08qpE7VQFVs1bnDHeKj2uuiD52OaxOwnlHYsGJ2yAZf3uhcXo9bJyopu6qSEi3A3Nq3oa_XB_c18b4JY68dNcZmUKE8Y4uF6VqK-qTAlbArOKWBE99xmFO_Sl1Oy77yc/s1600-h/3-10-2010+8-30-04+AM.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcTDKo08qpE7VQFVs1bnDHeKj2uuiD52OaxOwnlHYsGJ2yAZf3uhcXo9bJyopu6qSEi3A3Nq3oa_XB_c18b4JY68dNcZmUKE8Y4uF6VqK-qTAlbArOKWBE99xmFO_Sl1Oy77yc/s400/3-10-2010+8-30-04+AM.JPG" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15213587754381204528noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-3996468151902407022010-01-13T13:59:00.000-08:002010-01-13T14:22:22.714-08:00Marathon ManWay back in October, Nathan ran his first marathon! (That deserves a back post, wouldn't you say?)<br /><br />We woke up around 3:30, to get Nathan to the bus to get him to the starting line.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Before the race</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXulccAlc0-B3gQ_jouUCloLPLQvk8DFWZIZpK0RrssnLykjPsZkFxNC5Xj-eiXN4CrlLwVm_yIr5Rrn3ouTGPzhC9bKNj8pRVogeB2smpvEAf30AfQPACpv8Ss5MkHZ97Ty5e6Q/s1600-h/091003+Nathan+Marathon-10.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/AVvXsEgXulccAlc0-B3gQ_jouUCloLPLQvk8DFWZIZpK0RrssnLykjPsZkFxNC5Xj-eiXN4CrlLwVm_yIr5Rrn3ouTGPzhC9bKNj8pRVogeB2smpvEAf30AfQPACpv8Ss5MkHZ97Ty5e6Q/s320/091003+Nathan+Marathon-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426350340315798322" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ashlie's sister had the kids at mile 23 to cheer Nathan on, and to call and let me know when he was on his way to the finish line! </span><br /><br />Crossing the finish line! </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0aZu1XNmxjF-eLSW-8cvgl8SnU7a0sz1qefzcZuT9iwMkXDPYuu-3YMLAbnztIlLDb1LXwzIhVnD04aAjb0DROlphC4RJgXuNmE2Xds_UCL1qXavI1I7joosfNgD-GdmrqWHWog/s1600-h/091003+Nathan+Marathon-14.JPG"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><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/AVvXsEj0aZu1XNmxjF-eLSW-8cvgl8SnU7a0sz1qefzcZuT9iwMkXDPYuu-3YMLAbnztIlLDb1LXwzIhVnD04aAjb0DROlphC4RJgXuNmE2Xds_UCL1qXavI1I7joosfNgD-GdmrqWHWog/s320/091003+Nathan+Marathon-14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426350347767542018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">(The army soldier in the picture was with a unit that was there to carry people to first aid when they collapsed--yes there were several!)</span><br /><br />Nathan's official finishing time was 4:21 (it took over 5 minutes to cross the starting line!) He was hoping to finish around 4:00, but I think finishing at all is very impressive!! It took him a few days to recover, but he's talking about doing it again!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I staked out a spot at the finish line (that I wasn't about to give up!) and watched the first runner cross at 2:21 (WOW!). It was a great place to be to watch people's reactions as they crossed. And, of course to watch out for Nathan and be able to take pictures of him as he crossed!<br /><br /><br /></div></div>Ashliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781932055216337093noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-66898830681348170332009-09-11T07:21:00.000-07:002009-09-11T07:24:12.099-07:00Little Chef<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjICre5NjdCLMS81db0BNY1-I9jxqVnD5p2u5lGByqXOcpje4_NNM4PFmRlfHocC9MfG2VJBmmP4K_4ZS-qe-sowbEwjA5sAVrnnyny20bI9vuZqu8g4mNtCa-5oSiwIIrc705bLQ/s1600-h/IMG_4370.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjICre5NjdCLMS81db0BNY1-I9jxqVnD5p2u5lGByqXOcpje4_NNM4PFmRlfHocC9MfG2VJBmmP4K_4ZS-qe-sowbEwjA5sAVrnnyny20bI9vuZqu8g4mNtCa-5oSiwIIrc705bLQ/s320/IMG_4370.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Liam LOVES banana bread (with chocolate chips, of course! Which, by the way, makes <em>excellent</em> french toast!) And he LOVES to help make it (wearing the strawberry apron that I had when I was 3!) He does a great job cracking eggs (rarely gets shells in!) and helping pour and mix in all the ingredients! We try and frequently have some available, because that is one thing I can get that kid to eat!<br /><div style="clear: both;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Ashliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781932055216337093noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-63741019739548042962009-06-17T19:44:00.000-07:002009-06-17T20:21:01.644-07:00Jacob Memorial Video 2009<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/LIyUakqtwBk&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/LIyUakqtwBk&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Six years ago today we held the funeral for my brother Jacob. On that day I shared a video I put together of some moments from Jacob's life, growing up, his artwork, his skating etc. The video contained some wonderful photos and video taken by family and friends. I also included some footage I started shooting with Jacob for a short film that I never finished.<br /><br />I have since made a few changes and added a few more clips. So for those of you who knew Jacob, I hope this brings back some good memories.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15213587754381204528noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-59003087566839482062009-06-15T21:13:00.000-07:002009-06-15T21:43:35.097-07:00Jacob and Spencer on the Raft<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxepsni1Qnl-KPHSPE8oqs-UsRAiPA1v5MXtHitN5UzMpj_uSxbM57AlqGIGEQTsZGTHquDDEXoEV0' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><br />6 years ago my brother Jacob died; he was almost 20 years old. Early that morning, I got a phone call from my Uncle Kevin who softly gave me the hard news. Kevin was always a hero to me for making those calls.<br /><br />The glass through which I saw life cracked and shattered. And a river of thoughts and emotions flooded my little room of perception.<br /><br />As I went through video footage and photos I tried to put together a memorial video of some of my brother's life. This was one little clip from footage that my Aunt June shot when we visited their place in Arizona one summer.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15213587754381204528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-16685108462848917132009-06-14T21:32:00.002-07:002009-09-11T12:03:11.621-07:00Dance Recital<div style="text-align: center;">Brooklyn had her annual dance recital in June. The theme this year was "Around the World in 60 Minutes" Brooklyn is a natural dancer and did a fantastic job (even though she had a fever through the performance!)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqu92-AfRvzsE5FJ1Pg0pYDRCWv4pEG-m0GY861_jBY2X_eTBpljve-xmb0ZtpZbtHCuRg6MjVmCbxuqr8zmwHboFNlPrcqG7UIN9I6tgPjSPVeeIuLKL5INQHSq-C92ZoUqprIQ/s1600-h/IMG_4449.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/AVvXsEjqu92-AfRvzsE5FJ1Pg0pYDRCWv4pEG-m0GY861_jBY2X_eTBpljve-xmb0ZtpZbtHCuRg6MjVmCbxuqr8zmwHboFNlPrcqG7UIN9I6tgPjSPVeeIuLKL5INQHSq-C92ZoUqprIQ/s320/IMG_4449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380286596943948354" border="0" /></a>Brooklyn with her teacher, Miss Kathryn<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqu92-AfRvzsE5FJ1Pg0pYDRCWv4pEG-m0GY861_jBY2X_eTBpljve-xmb0ZtpZbtHCuRg6MjVmCbxuqr8zmwHboFNlPrcqG7UIN9I6tgPjSPVeeIuLKL5INQHSq-C92ZoUqprIQ/s1600-h/IMG_4449.JPG"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8WerPCIQP5Dm07P2j7Rdt7isAZaiUPMjCAZ16jYX9WWe0e_VGX9L_VVvJ2OZ71oIZjJFicIWaPjb2cIrZdenEQFjJhRLvrjfUZQKWfUjs1D4auiOrYzkIsAK_qeoljUMYcadM2A/s1600-h/IMG_4443.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/AVvXsEj8WerPCIQP5Dm07P2j7Rdt7isAZaiUPMjCAZ16jYX9WWe0e_VGX9L_VVvJ2OZ71oIZjJFicIWaPjb2cIrZdenEQFjJhRLvrjfUZQKWfUjs1D4auiOrYzkIsAK_qeoljUMYcadM2A/s320/IMG_4443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380286375649552818" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The dance class in their ballet costumes (they did a Spanish dance)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNUKX0LVxu3NDTfr0tu2cV0mNxvVqDX_NtpI8IQqPbFW8tJAbeTpXh8vyK8zDJc7X6AWZseS5KBMjbgoHscDxOIRV0mydQy8g8NnBq854Ujldg1WU7nbK0JkHq2QaxswuiOUC18A/s1600-h/IMG_4434.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/AVvXsEiNUKX0LVxu3NDTfr0tu2cV0mNxvVqDX_NtpI8IQqPbFW8tJAbeTpXh8vyK8zDJc7X6AWZseS5KBMjbgoHscDxOIRV0mydQy8g8NnBq854Ujldg1WU7nbK0JkHq2QaxswuiOUC18A/s320/IMG_4434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380286366159383922" border="0" /></a><br />Brooklyn and her aunt Katie are in the same class!!<br /></div>Ashliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781932055216337093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-16568685035898782252009-05-20T15:12:00.000-07:002009-05-20T15:15:56.604-07:00Impromptu Piano RecitalThis made me smile and I had to share!! If only we could all be like this at 90!! <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RI-l0tK8Ok0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RI-l0tK8Ok0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Fran & Marlo Cowan (married 62 years) playing impromptu recital together in the atrium of the Mayo Clinic. He's 90!!Ashliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781932055216337093noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-80893320152078210652009-05-06T21:13:00.000-07:002009-09-11T07:16:25.563-07:00Brooklyn's Cast<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjicPHgfhDnIlnaqr2cjrY26YDyOQ0UMsNXu9HVqDwIi_gTffoXaQvxn88_dgYLFqtO8C19np0p4e58pErXQd60dFS6VO4J4Hfj1PR5AflcmoCeZS92ohacIsjsbl3-BhOlBfb7Sw/s1600-h/IMG_4212.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjicPHgfhDnIlnaqr2cjrY26YDyOQ0UMsNXu9HVqDwIi_gTffoXaQvxn88_dgYLFqtO8C19np0p4e58pErXQd60dFS6VO4J4Hfj1PR5AflcmoCeZS92ohacIsjsbl3-BhOlBfb7Sw/s320/IMG_4212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347405319704468994" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Brooklyn chose a green cast, and Daddy got first dibs on signing it (he drew Kermit, then wrote the same thing my dad wrote on my cast when I broke her arm at about the same age: "Too bad. So sad, your Dad.")<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz9-fyPzzFTNGOXzj0uAbkXHKh5EG23-B1GuRXuyjWotUWJNwPeQVTljwXUN8mUUXNzOC9GCbawormFVwJJUWvrZZWqGRYjjU08H21PBIbja352R4K5XNWtcMsV3SlUayHzkKhiw/s1600-h/IMG_4211.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz9-fyPzzFTNGOXzj0uAbkXHKh5EG23-B1GuRXuyjWotUWJNwPeQVTljwXUN8mUUXNzOC9GCbawormFVwJJUWvrZZWqGRYjjU08H21PBIbja352R4K5XNWtcMsV3SlUayHzkKhiw/s320/IMG_4211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347405316215432450" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Brooklyn was excited to be getting her cast off! (It was getting itchy!)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7J9E49ASm1HjiohlbxrbNVWixEA_lqOIMMLdFTQG3AyZEFVSuula2fbECF_-Ml-E2SaYLduiBWkhOg0NBv5wO3WAJucoZ1-n_MMO5VEf2jcMlVhHmhy6OKvXsDMhSQEkWmAZ19Q/s1600-h/IMG_4220.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7J9E49ASm1HjiohlbxrbNVWixEA_lqOIMMLdFTQG3AyZEFVSuula2fbECF_-Ml-E2SaYLduiBWkhOg0NBv5wO3WAJucoZ1-n_MMO5VEf2jcMlVhHmhy6OKvXsDMhSQEkWmAZ19Q/s320/IMG_4220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347405326475353698" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Getting used to the strange feeling! (It took about 3 weeks for her to be able to straighten her arm all the way, practicing and stretching several times a day!) We were grateful that it was broken where it was and not 1/2 inch difference, or it would have been on the growth plate and she would have needed pins! There are lots of things to be grateful for with the outcome of our accident)Ashliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781932055216337093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-63781879674260304152009-05-04T18:01:00.000-07:002009-05-04T18:01:14.335-07:00Moon Rise<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYqn56s180T4FRtvLy6GTCzjAcGWKzAB6P3Zf6a-AnWNuhHlitqm8hlcHR0ON3PCsJBW087rZ6RuU64LS9-_QR3s1UJKuSV8EEO7_ffxGgXcdQ55fsoMv6ow1KHH68w9-YTlW2IQ/s1600-h/DSC_2466.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYqn56s180T4FRtvLy6GTCzjAcGWKzAB6P3Zf6a-AnWNuhHlitqm8hlcHR0ON3PCsJBW087rZ6RuU64LS9-_QR3s1UJKuSV8EEO7_ffxGgXcdQ55fsoMv6ow1KHH68w9-YTlW2IQ/s320/DSC_2466.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Nathan took this awesome picture on Earth Day from our back deck (we have the <em>greatest</em> view!!)<br /></div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Ashliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781932055216337093noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-22794938665811080512009-05-04T17:53:00.000-07:002009-05-04T17:53:29.344-07:00Homework<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiSdYcBQoxtMcEfLq9dl20oVlu_eKFyWl4luDq6aK38Xf2RCyjpyPoqfLSE-60hupPkJBmB2nfv799nnuH0uj2LRYsmaxzvlk849dbRUoGQi1Tr-xKUDsML-lcRHv1anHMHd_u1g/s1600-h/DSC_2452.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiSdYcBQoxtMcEfLq9dl20oVlu_eKFyWl4luDq6aK38Xf2RCyjpyPoqfLSE-60hupPkJBmB2nfv799nnuH0uj2LRYsmaxzvlk849dbRUoGQi1Tr-xKUDsML-lcRHv1anHMHd_u1g/s320/DSC_2452.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I love this picture of Brooklyn working hard on her homework!! :)</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Ashliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781932055216337093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-20804098006973803972009-04-14T09:39:00.000-07:002010-04-11T21:06:18.125-07:00236 1/2<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijjuD2B8Dwv_bZm45zQNbOHC69D2WCMZSTUl0x0MKwAFaXZYq9bASywKKyuBCtIKgKXJRID7ukMAL1e1TtMlLRG7lB0asLt3dUQifsZYYw8f4RVpuaG5fBtRGGOiCM7cUBnwxBfg/s1600-h/IMG_4104.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijjuD2B8Dwv_bZm45zQNbOHC69D2WCMZSTUl0x0MKwAFaXZYq9bASywKKyuBCtIKgKXJRID7ukMAL1e1TtMlLRG7lB0asLt3dUQifsZYYw8f4RVpuaG5fBtRGGOiCM7cUBnwxBfg/s320/IMG_4104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324602226445370258" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The short version: </span><br /><br />I had taken my brother, sister, son and daughter to Boise to visit my grandma. We were on our way home to Salt Lake when I lost control of the car. We rolled 4 or 5 times, ending up in the median facing the opposite direction we were travelling. There are a few broken bones and cuts and stitches but we are, miraculously, ok.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The explaination: </span><br /><br />Over Spring break, I had taken my 14 year-0ld brother, Jared, 10 year-old sister, Katie, and Brooklyn and Liam up to Boise to visit my grandma and sister, Jenny, who is living with her. We had a great time visiting them.<br /><br />Saturday morning, April 11, we set off for home at about 6:00 am. The kids were all asleep for awhile, and were asleep as we passed Burley, so I decided to keep going and stop a little later. The kids woke up and Jared turned on a movie for them. I remember thinking that we would stop in about 1/2 an hour, and being alert. it was about 8:30. Thinking back, everything is fuzzy and I don't remember things as clearly as I would like. Somehow I lost control of the car (one of the EMTs said it's possible a tire may have blown, or I may have hit something in the road, or it is possible I dozed for a split second). As I tried to regain control I realized that we were going to roll before it happened, and knew there was nothing I could do (although I tried!) Jared said that I yelled "We're going to crash!" It all happened so quickly. We rolled 4 or 5 times. I remember seeing the grass and gravel coming at my window, and seeing the airbags and seeing and feeling the rolling. I have relived that nightmare many times since. Jared described it well when he said that time seemed to speed up and slow down at the same time.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIFKakh2I_bEfwjfh8A2aebeEbHMrt2S1lUeNJ_KyXR9R3zUVBKz5VF9bwopimruwIfCiZUba0lzFbReYb9aw-BHvfhBj0EqvGfRcVchViwL-8n5JeN9JhixBuGFVedBKPCWSbeQ/s1600-h/IMG_4099.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIFKakh2I_bEfwjfh8A2aebeEbHMrt2S1lUeNJ_KyXR9R3zUVBKz5VF9bwopimruwIfCiZUba0lzFbReYb9aw-BHvfhBj0EqvGfRcVchViwL-8n5JeN9JhixBuGFVedBKPCWSbeQ/s320/IMG_4099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324601477771429154" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />After we stopped, I looked back at the terrified faces of the kids, imagining what they must have been feeling. I jumped out of the car and grabbed Liam out of his seat and ran around to the other side to help the girls out, but the door wouldn't open. I ran back around to help the girls out over Liam's car seat. The adrenaline was pumping so much I couldn't feel any pain in my leg that I later found out was broken. Because of the airbags, Jared had to climb in between the seats and out over Liam's car seat. We were in the median, facing the opposite direction that we had been traveling. I looked out and saw all of our luggage across both lanes of the highway we were on, and people running towards us (thankfully no one was close enough for us to hit). Strangers were there for us with our pillows, bringing water and blankets. Jared was absolutely amazing through the whole thing; he deserves an award for staying so calm, being so strong, making a calm, informative call to my mom, being there for Liam, and for all of us...<br /><br />I was holding Liam, and a bald guy with a tongue ring stayed with me the whole time, talking to me, trying to keep me calm and still in case I had neck or back injuries. Brooklyn and Katie were lying next to each other, and I was able to put my hand on Katie. I was trying to process the situation and starting shaking severely, and Liam kept saying "Don't cry Mommy. Don't Cry." I think I scared him, and he asked for Jared, which I was extremely grateful for. Liam was concerned about finding Jared's football. Jared found my phone on the side of the road and called Mom. He found the diaper bag that I was concerned about, and even took a few pictures when I asked, as I was being put into the ambulance. There was some stranger there for each person, which I am so grateful for. When I would freak out about Brooklyn or Katie, someone was there to let me know that they were ok. I wish I knew who they were so I could thank them. I will never forget their faces. I tried to call Nathan, but he didn't hear the phone, and I got a hold of his mom, who was going to head over to our house to get him. My mom is the one who finally got a hold of him gave him the news. They were soon on their way to meet us. We were in the middle of nowhere so it took about 15 minutes maybe for emergency vehicles to show up. Brooklyn, Katie and I were all put in neck braces and on back boards (for the record, they are not comfortable) Brooklyn and I were in one ambulance, Liam, Jared and Katie in the other. We were taken to the Burley hospital.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBN10C2qYQGVhF1SZI6X2PAYOt5_5-VaEQs7tDLQ2aBl8mlN-MCpdC8uN0nqCVyYHSXp5m1YoU2vtVpgDoqXcrP6U_aQd1OXfNNVMc2uzDbVAntfUfs9azWEan1VHX5O6ofRVXyw/s1600-h/IMG_4101.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBN10C2qYQGVhF1SZI6X2PAYOt5_5-VaEQs7tDLQ2aBl8mlN-MCpdC8uN0nqCVyYHSXp5m1YoU2vtVpgDoqXcrP6U_aQd1OXfNNVMc2uzDbVAntfUfs9azWEan1VHX5O6ofRVXyw/s320/IMG_4101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324602214774951298" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Shortly after we got to the hospital, my aunt Maggie showed up (which is where she works), which was a huge relief to me. I finally felt allowed to break down and cry; that I could pass off my responsibility of being strong for the other four. She could run back and forth to the kids when I couldn't but wanted to so badly. She helped take good care of us, and got extra things for us that we wouldn't have had otherwise. My cousin, Kayla came shortly later with food and juice for the kids, shirts for the girls, and a movie. She was great! Liam and Katie got little bags that volunteers had put together with stuffed animals and books, which we were grateful for. I think all the kids were grateful for the distraction of "Toy Story."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkuj37kjCOPC6ZuV5RUvBWfgLmVcRtdkrwjsc6uUd__TVJIahqNUWEmx_xvYeJvsJKHwJBjzA8aqkQqEYEAVnIP2xm_0n784YoBxEAISHrviDqItvGwIA1_o1erKuXq0FVCS9Hg/s1600-h/IMG_4103.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkuj37kjCOPC6ZuV5RUvBWfgLmVcRtdkrwjsc6uUd__TVJIahqNUWEmx_xvYeJvsJKHwJBjzA8aqkQqEYEAVnIP2xm_0n784YoBxEAISHrviDqItvGwIA1_o1erKuXq0FVCS9Hg/s320/IMG_4103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324602221101503234" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Jared ended up with a cut on his head (and went to a church youth dance 12 hours later! With his hospital bracelet on, of course!!) Katie, thankfully had nothing in her eye, but but cuts around her eye and popped vessels in her eye. She had some cuts on her right hand, and a piece of her finger missing that they couldn't stitch up. Liam had a small bruise on his collar bone from the car seat strap but overall seemed fine (he does seem hurt when he is picked up, so may have cracked something.) One of his shoes was found right away, that I think he asked for, so he hung out for hours at the hospital with one shoe on. The highway patrol man said that Liam's car seat was installed so well, it didn't budge an inch, which was a huge relief. Brooklyn had a few little cuts and a broken arm (I think she hit the car seat.) Thankfully, I ended up with the worst injuries. I have a broken leg (I think I hit the emergency brake bar) I had a deep cut in my left hand that they were concerned about nerve damage, that I think will be ok. The doctor cleaned out a bunch of glass from my hand, and had to cut some of the skin away. I have 8 stitches on my hand, 2 on my forehead by my hairline, and some cuts and bruises, mostly up my left side. I have a burn from the seat belt on my chest. And I cracked a few ribs.<br /><br />We were so relieved to have Mom, Dad and Nathan walk in. I can't imagine what the 2 1/2 hour drive must have been like for them. Kayla and Maggie went to the place where our car was towed and got all of our belongings, and came back with Liam's other shoe and Brooklyn's baby blanket that she had been asking for. My cousin, Brittni, showed up to the hospital as we were getting ready to leave. It was great to see her, and she helped get me around the hospital, and ran to get things that we needed as we waited in the cafeteria to go home.<br /><br />Nathan was able to go with Kayla to see the car and take pictures, then went with my Dad and Maggie to get a new car seat (since they say it should be replaced after being in an accident), get some pain medication for me, and some food.<br /><br />Brooklyn was nervous to ever get into a car again. Liam just kept asking for his broken car to get fixed, and didn't want a new car seat. So getting in the van to head home was a little traumatic for him. We were relieved to arrive home safely. We are so grateful for so many willing to help us.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMN3vC7KCDzDAvkaL6-U6PRMwLSfn-KG1g8rwKuBBEB_Nh_aS5WPcrRa5lpjf0mBMhfiqrwJsSa1NNoCPAzLkOHZNtotNupPJT0BQBdVcQo2kTaufvPZ6xkLjMBiNRMQ4WJKzgww/s1600-h/IMG_4112.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMN3vC7KCDzDAvkaL6-U6PRMwLSfn-KG1g8rwKuBBEB_Nh_aS5WPcrRa5lpjf0mBMhfiqrwJsSa1NNoCPAzLkOHZNtotNupPJT0BQBdVcQo2kTaufvPZ6xkLjMBiNRMQ4WJKzgww/s320/IMG_4112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324606250890840706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>I've tried to remember what happened just before we crashed, and can't. I've had nightmares and replayed the accident over and over in my mind. The looks on the kids' faces and imagining what each child must have experienced has been the hardest part for me.<br /><br />We are so thankful for the angels that were with us in the accident to prevent any further injuries. I <span style="font-style: italic;">know</span> they were there. We are indebted to the angels who stopped and helped us until emergency responders could get there. I am thankful to that bald guy with the tongue ring.<br /><br />I will never forget mile marker 236 1/2 eastbound on I-84.<br /><br />And, I would drive a Subaru again.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh5WBv9QUMrx4taMALiCKoHaobSIadWiszRzZOAeOZh0SqrBNaHK3zU3Vlgb0fjtIQQOY-ux32UojuSw1_FvAqmTSawV9KLM3nPLp-5LyiGiyDq_Oc1KBKf-sPRZQ5Q9OVEv7Vwg/s1600-h/IMG_4107.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh5WBv9QUMrx4taMALiCKoHaobSIadWiszRzZOAeOZh0SqrBNaHK3zU3Vlgb0fjtIQQOY-ux32UojuSw1_FvAqmTSawV9KLM3nPLp-5LyiGiyDq_Oc1KBKf-sPRZQ5Q9OVEv7Vwg/s320/IMG_4107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324603897614510962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh9nKiFBAFaxeZohxhjIAIZVxLsG7nWoh-dME2if7iE31qok8OtdYSqOIAfMuRgUiY2S_TevP7R_vLW6w4A5tdUDQR24ykQllJG4N-XEzoEX9c10EedaEt_6BLwKAQwHzlzZHKMA/s1600-h/IMG_4108.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh9nKiFBAFaxeZohxhjIAIZVxLsG7nWoh-dME2if7iE31qok8OtdYSqOIAfMuRgUiY2S_TevP7R_vLW6w4A5tdUDQR24ykQllJG4N-XEzoEX9c10EedaEt_6BLwKAQwHzlzZHKMA/s320/IMG_4108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324603897940387826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX4920ZxE_NurMW62Vc3waXYP0x98LqUWNuAGMEv5p_7Y-SoFnZFPkUXoq3U6DYuA5VTUs9nY2tE9B7rcxMoE5DZxcD0GNG6QqOiGt1DrdI0l9LH1uABJ4K_ZI_U7KY9phzIbvTw/s1600-h/IMG_4111.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX4920ZxE_NurMW62Vc3waXYP0x98LqUWNuAGMEv5p_7Y-SoFnZFPkUXoq3U6DYuA5VTUs9nY2tE9B7rcxMoE5DZxcD0GNG6QqOiGt1DrdI0l9LH1uABJ4K_ZI_U7KY9phzIbvTw/s320/IMG_4111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324608245644950354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6v7xLJDkTT4PGR2Sp7bp0zRHsm_n1szJbz6TByi-3VZCyr3TR2q-HryrAesc7AQEWphYWAUdKucUZzQCg-QLkUxw4XuGcjR-_PeJRtws0uDMs6iCCEZLiocSoEYML_ktvx2BhaA/s1600-h/IMG_4105.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6v7xLJDkTT4PGR2Sp7bp0zRHsm_n1szJbz6TByi-3VZCyr3TR2q-HryrAesc7AQEWphYWAUdKucUZzQCg-QLkUxw4XuGcjR-_PeJRtws0uDMs6iCCEZLiocSoEYML_ktvx2BhaA/s320/IMG_4105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324608241750056114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuKNN35r_kKE9KPJAsr1R_etcrEglZeJKn2pEEbk6-bkn2Ij3zLdnGVF2OKigqgB-OLgXwLQ9uv5R2UDsPD-YS0V6_Nbhw1DH6KNq7NkuX-v5PB-GcWPAOJ48A5ZeDSFT2LphXBw/s1600-h/IMG_4105.JPG"><br /></a></div>Ashliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781932055216337093noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-57710628086374726182009-03-02T13:13:00.000-08:002009-03-02T13:41:02.360-08:00Rockin' OutThe kids couldn't resist singing and playing air guitar in front of this huge guitar at Hollywood Studios.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwlL9ylL6ZoJLfM8Vmqhlt79BBlv-OfothITAi-NmTl0nPPNp8eYRWIICb64pYVshoUl0Hc-Dq51Vg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /> This is the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTGwBpigmKw">steam train</a> song that Liam is sort of singing!! I love that he uses his hand as a microphone and is singing with his eyes closed!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy03y-HO3p0LZenVFtd_2gMxOaEVtwUqcblHvR45LaPLzgHP0nIFh2Z4-5ksERdPR3EGoXuDGJW88o' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Ashliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781932055216337093noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-40022579250940290502009-03-02T12:53:00.000-08:002009-03-02T13:13:33.003-08:00The entertainerOne of the fun things about having the Harmons at Disney World with us was that we could switch off with Jordan and Joanna so Nathan and I could ride a couple of things together (which we don't get to do much) The boys all loved Brooklyn. She did a great job entertaining them while they waited for the adults to have some fun!!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxFTAzAJs996dqAavWmbwR_nih9Bn_5jCG4yaplMwQf7aQ4_9Kxm6V8LmyjzNwKSlci858PcsCXrZo' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Ashliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781932055216337093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-76645950654740226642009-03-02T12:08:00.000-08:002009-03-02T12:53:01.524-08:00The Color SongI love when the kids play well together (what Mom doesn't?!). I love that even though there is such an age gap, they can still have fun together. This is a fun video of them being silly in the hotel. Just before we started taking the video, Liam was being silly and saying that he was wearing purple like Brooklyn.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxRc4SHbeMZwtvEHhrnZ-hncW7KWfEq0ad-HcLN9YwHoDilbJhkFJfLhrtTvCh3XfmxyPXz-GBSDX4' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Ashliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781932055216337093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210369.post-24764503477868629492009-03-02T12:04:00.001-08:002009-03-02T12:52:47.187-08:0025 years...Ok, so I couldn't resist posting this. Here I am at the stockade in Magic Kingdom in 1984 with my mom and sister, Megan.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPoWNbk2WEcVViqIYWXl3SHddMcyzEJHrxfrFRDjNH_oB2Cr0Y6eVnjA4IM-aas46B20iGWTMPadbPy9sh2KSMr9eKk9t_U80thjtBStXk-u8loFPFhlffdx8NZGQ0py8ssuntw/s1600-h/1984+7+Disneyworld+Stockade.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPoWNbk2WEcVViqIYWXl3SHddMcyzEJHrxfrFRDjNH_oB2Cr0Y6eVnjA4IM-aas46B20iGWTMPadbPy9sh2KSMr9eKk9t_U80thjtBStXk-u8loFPFhlffdx8NZGQ0py8ssuntw/s320/1984+7+Disneyworld+Stockade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308678381426334738" border="0" /></a>Here I am in the same spot with my daughter almost 25 years later!! (I have to say I love the difference in the strollers in the background!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLasYK5ud2OqT9eakDXI55ETN39g8GT5hDk6Wg_hsnDz08eHTpWl0mUX-evsv6lei7XtjAhC7ZzqdxZT5M8e_yO3vfMiU2f7MvDSNRS3tyvfPyC5Z8nlPQ9IybksxFii18yMc4mA/s1600-h/2009-02-04+038.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/AVvXsEgLasYK5ud2OqT9eakDXI55ETN39g8GT5hDk6Wg_hsnDz08eHTpWl0mUX-evsv6lei7XtjAhC7ZzqdxZT5M8e_yO3vfMiU2f7MvDSNRS3tyvfPyC5Z8nlPQ9IybksxFii18yMc4mA/s320/2009-02-04+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308678393993049010" border="0" /></a>Ashliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781932055216337093noreply@blogger.com2