<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:11:42.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Little Hens</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-7948402767630213986</id><published>2010-01-08T16:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:40:35.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0fQMFR07qI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/TQKyobPfC0Q/s1600-h/PC210179.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0fPRn8sbnI/AAAAAAAAAkI/yp2aWziU9OQ/s1600-h/PC220188.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0fPRJthMtI/AAAAAAAAAkA/sKAmOOt9aUw/s1600-h/PC250307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0fPRJthMtI/AAAAAAAAAkA/sKAmOOt9aUw/s400/PC250307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424532169762616018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0fPQlyHTJI/AAAAAAAAAj4/YDjhY59bRPU/s1600-h/PC210179.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Various pictures from our ski trip.  The weather was amazing.  We had a couple of days of snow which was so fun for the kids.  Aside from that it was all sunshine and blue skies with temperatures in the 30s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0fMRAYSrUI/AAAAAAAAAjo/sy6lj3uN4oE/s1600-h/PC190126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0fMRAYSrUI/AAAAAAAAAjo/sy6lj3uN4oE/s400/PC190126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424528868722781506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0fMQpVpJaI/AAAAAAAAAjg/-95_IS_17EA/s1600-h/PC230232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0fMQpVpJaI/AAAAAAAAAjg/-95_IS_17EA/s400/PC230232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424528862537655714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0fMQGHH3pI/AAAAAAAAAjY/jBSa9AA0_LA/s1600-h/PC230230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0fPQJoGmfI/AAAAAAAAAjw/OHZfJWVlmP0/s400/PC210177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424532152560032242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0fMPtEEHwI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/l1KxYehGyTU/s1600-h/PC230226.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-7948402767630213986?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/7948402767630213986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=7948402767630213986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/7948402767630213986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/7948402767630213986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-mountain.html' title='On The Mountain'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0fPRJthMtI/AAAAAAAAAkA/sKAmOOt9aUw/s72-c/PC250307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-3139606931226264406</id><published>2010-01-07T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:17:05.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEDZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0ZpVGZ8oOI/AAAAAAAAAig/rnpg-sBSW0k/s1600-h/PC200168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0ZpVGZ8oOI/AAAAAAAAAig/rnpg-sBSW0k/s400/PC200168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424138612431954146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0ZpUxPAYLI/AAAAAAAAAiY/uQg9fbaqxkQ/s1600-h/PC200159.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;We spent part of a day at an innertubing area called Sledz. You pay per hour, $25 per person which is ridiculous, but well worth the experience. We all had so much fun. The low light of the outing was when Jeff did not put his feet down to slow down his tube and therefore couldn't stop at the bottom of the hill. Apparently he thought I looked like a good speed bump so he ran into me, literally knocking me off of my feet and sending me down on my keister (sp?). Unfortunately we have no video of that, but from the looks on the people's faces who were standing in line, I suspect that it was entertaining for everyone BUT ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0Zo6Xy6ryI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6XZ6frDUHXA/s1600-h/PC200149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0Zo6Xy6ryI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6XZ6frDUHXA/s400/PC200149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424138153243619106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0Zo7kd1UBI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CQJ2g27n6xU/s1600-h/PC200162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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For Christmas this year we had gotten everyone their own gear, no more rentals! So of course we had to celebrate early!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0KJ8Evic_I/AAAAAAAAAg4/oQ9tKiDB6Qg/s400/PC170056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423048566465786866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0KLbpTB0tI/AAAAAAAAAhY/JjKEW8IGmAI/s400/PC170061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423050208365892306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0KJ9IiqzBI/AAAAAAAAAhI/0823UHVQjhw/s400/PC170096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423048584665418770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0KJ8mj_wVI/AAAAAAAAAhA/AaSxpGdAJF0/s1600-h/PC170093.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0KJ9tbCMzI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MTfFJxUmquo/s400/PC170098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423048594565509938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0KJ8mj_wVI/AAAAAAAAAhA/AaSxpGdAJF0/s1600-h/PC170093.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0KJ8mj_wVI/AAAAAAAAAhA/AaSxpGdAJF0/s400/PC170093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423048575544181074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0KJ8Evic_I/AAAAAAAAAg4/oQ9tKiDB6Qg/s1600-h/PC170056.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0KJVrBs0UI/AAAAAAAAAgo/EjVctv477PI/s1600-h/PC170061.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-7593367730736757764?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/7593367730736757764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=7593367730736757764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/7593367730736757764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/7593367730736757764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2010/01/early-christmas.html' title='An Early Christmas'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/S0KLcRDO6jI/AAAAAAAAAho/OAwE2D_fa4w/s72-c/PC170102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-4937463727496541361</id><published>2008-12-26T14:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:01:06.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Robo-Christmas to you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SVVeoQNWfWI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zdCUwu25s24/s1600-h/PC230019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SVVeoQNWfWI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zdCUwu25s24/s400/PC230019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284233783427890530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Christmas Eve in the desert.  The evening of the 23rd we took a family fieldtrip to see the Christmas light at Candy Cane Lane and then we set off on a bizarre adventure to "Robo-Christmas".  It is a house in Palm Springs with over 7 million lights, there are some Christmas decorations along with all of the lights, but it is so extremely strange that it is hard to describe.  This display would be much more suited for a haunted house at Halloween than a celebration of Christmas.  The "artist" who owns the house and sets up the display builds huge robots out of old appliances, discarded car parts, trash cans, etc......oh yeah, and the ever popular Christmas favorite, skeleton heads and machine guns.  Like I said, bizarre.   We actually had a really good time laughing and cracking jokes with each other.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that after extended therepy the children will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SVVd5vsFLSI/AAAAAAAAAd4/3oHYOZOVno4/s1600-h/PC230020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SVVd5vsFLSI/AAAAAAAAAd4/3oHYOZOVno4/s400/PC230020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284232984424426786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SVVd6W28X5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/JtkwUPIpSAg/s1600-h/PC230024.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Skeleton Tin Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SVVh-tOvzuI/AAAAAAAAAeY/E_s4yTCQPa8/s1600-h/PC230024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SVVh-tOvzuI/AAAAAAAAAeY/E_s4yTCQPa8/s400/PC230024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284237467710377698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he has his blow ups custom made.  I can't imagine the alien santa is a big seller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SVVd4wQezDI/AAAAAAAAAdo/EcKvqEWun4E/s1600-h/PC230009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SVVd4wQezDI/AAAAAAAAAdo/EcKvqEWun4E/s400/PC230009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284232967397231666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SVVd55vGTgI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ujfjJ4QH5fs/s1600-h/PC230027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SVVd55vGTgI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ujfjJ4QH5fs/s400/PC230027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284232987121438210" border="0" /&gt;Hanging out on a robo-bench, I guess the kids didn't  notice the big machine guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-4937463727496541361?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/4937463727496541361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=4937463727496541361' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/4937463727496541361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/4937463727496541361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/12/very-robo-christmas-to-you.html' title='A Very Robo-Christmas to you!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SVVeoQNWfWI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zdCUwu25s24/s72-c/PC230019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-643682917649625113</id><published>2008-12-11T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:45:33.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So This is What They Do When I'm Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat down at my computer this morning and this video was in my iphoto.  I thought it was pretty funny, maybe just because I am the mom, but thought it might make someone smile so I am sharing it!  Club Penguin is looking for members so if you are interested, let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e4ea89389f81b9c3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De4ea89389f81b9c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331751844%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D518374590380EB64C2844E6FD5EC554BACDC9B4.1B97B310958F15549524E54480A4F0D8F93F87DE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De4ea89389f81b9c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV63S-IBBVNgKkSCZdk-y8yBxC9E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De4ea89389f81b9c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331751844%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D518374590380EB64C2844E6FD5EC554BACDC9B4.1B97B310958F15549524E54480A4F0D8F93F87DE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De4ea89389f81b9c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV63S-IBBVNgKkSCZdk-y8yBxC9E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-643682917649625113?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e4ea89389f81b9c3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/643682917649625113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=643682917649625113' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/643682917649625113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/643682917649625113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-this-is-what-they-do-when-im-gone.html' title='So This is What They Do When I&apos;m Gone'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-1871793852289576098</id><published>2008-11-23T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:28:38.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shooting Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSn9KC-AkCI/AAAAAAAAAa4/D7qFIZpMuPo/s1600-h/PB150032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSn9KC-AkCI/AAAAAAAAAa4/D7qFIZpMuPo/s400/PB150032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272023187851350050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate played soccer for The Shooting Stars.  She was really excited about the name because it is the one that she voted for.  It was also an exciting year because they were undefeated!  It would have been a great season regardless of the name or record because they got pink and blue uniforms, and when you are 7 that is just really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSn9J1zC0II/AAAAAAAAAaw/SAZBRpzm9E0/s1600-h/PB150029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSn9J1zC0II/AAAAAAAAAaw/SAZBRpzm9E0/s400/PB150029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272023184315699330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSn9JkiaahI/AAAAAAAAAao/KEaDI0ZaITo/s1600-h/PB150006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSn9JkiaahI/AAAAAAAAAao/KEaDI0ZaITo/s400/PB150006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272023179682540050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Warming up before the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSr9Fg3KwaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ZABaWtHKO0g/s1600-h/PB150045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSr9Fg3KwaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ZABaWtHKO0g/s400/PB150045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272304584953086370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another pizza party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSr9FajoUYI/AAAAAAAAAbA/XKVoLD1r6DQ/s1600-h/PB150047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSr9FajoUYI/AAAAAAAAAbA/XKVoLD1r6DQ/s400/PB150047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272304583260524930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate hanging out with Dad at Brooke's soccer game later that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-1871793852289576098?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/1871793852289576098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=1871793852289576098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/1871793852289576098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/1871793852289576098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/11/shooting-stars.html' title='The Shooting Stars'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSn9KC-AkCI/AAAAAAAAAa4/D7qFIZpMuPo/s72-c/PB150032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-3648881057683851085</id><published>2008-11-19T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:29:04.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pirate Sharks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSRY20IiIjI/AAAAAAAAAZo/tqaMlAyzzEM/s1600-h/PB080009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSRY20IiIjI/AAAAAAAAAZo/tqaMlAyzzEM/s400/PB080009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270435162660938290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Three Little Hens is  back!  I have a new dedication to get this blog updated and stay updated!  Remind me of that when I fall a month behind again:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year of soccer has come and gone.   Three months of Saturdays sacrificed, but the kids LOVE it and so we press forward, signing them up year after year.     This was Buzzy's first year of "official" team soccer where they practice once a week and games on Saturdays.  In the years he has played before, it has all been on Saturday only.  He looked forward to practice every week and of course the games.  Since Buzzy doesn't have any brothers, I think he espcially loves it because it is his guy time, where they wrestle and hang out..........a brotherhood of sorts.  We got lucky because two of his friends from his primary class were on his team which made it all the better.  At the beginning of the season there was disention in the ranks as to what to call the team.  Half of the boys wanted "The Pirates" the other half wanted "The Sharks".........I know you are awed at the creativity of these names and I will tell you that at least half of the teams we played were named after some variety of shark species.  So the coach made the executive decison to name them "The Pirate Sharks" which was perfect and actually made for a really cute banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSRY2bd2GxI/AAAAAAAAAZg/dPOgsR_Eg1U/s1600-h/PB080007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSRY2bd2GxI/AAAAAAAAAZg/dPOgsR_Eg1U/s400/PB080007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270435156039441170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buzzy is in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSRZme9AQkI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JqJUPp9_tj0/s1600-h/PA250005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSRZme9AQkI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JqJUPp9_tj0/s400/PA250005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270435981609157186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Better than actually playing the game was the ice cold Gatorade waiting at the sidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSRY3Brh-qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/A8UZZYackkE/s1600-h/PB130105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSRY3Brh-qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/A8UZZYackkE/s400/PB130105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270435166297389730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;End of the season pizza and trophy party.  Buzz told me the reason he played soccer was to get the trophy and he was pretty excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSRZmHNzTHI/AAAAAAAAAaI/KazAtBku_2c/s1600-h/PB130116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSRZmHNzTHI/AAAAAAAAAaI/KazAtBku_2c/s400/PB130116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270435975237160050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another year come and gone..................and yes we will be back for more next year, after all, it's all about the trophy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-3648881057683851085?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/3648881057683851085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=3648881057683851085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/3648881057683851085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/3648881057683851085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/11/pirate-sharks.html' title='The Pirate Sharks'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SSRY20IiIjI/AAAAAAAAAZo/tqaMlAyzzEM/s72-c/PB080009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-2248551176007328166</id><published>2008-10-25T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T14:20:01.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle Rages On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SQOMo8zNZ3I/AAAAAAAAAZA/vnf70g14WVY/s1600-h/SafeRedirect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SQOMo8zNZ3I/AAAAAAAAAZA/vnf70g14WVY/s400/SafeRedirect.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261203424842442610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night, about 15/20 people from our ward were "working our corner" (so to speak)  waving our signs in support of Prop 8.  We were having a good time.  Most of the people were friendly, thumbs up, thumbs down, some of the angry citizens shot us the bird.  Those of you who have waved signs have experienced this same atmosphere.  I actually liked it, a lot.  A crazy thing happened when three young men, stopped at a light and in a car directly in front of us, shot Welch's Strawberry Soda at us.  My two friends pictured, Sam and Heidi, had white shirts on and you can clearly see the result of this silly act.  We stood there in a stupor, shocked that someone would stoop to that behavior.  We laughed it off, no retaliation.  Strength in numbers.   I guess you could say that we have officially been "baptized" warriors for prop 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SQOMplsKSxI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Aac_EsxTJa0/s1600-h/DSC01027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SQOMplsKSxI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Aac_EsxTJa0/s400/DSC01027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261203435818732306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SQOMplnnpkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/qG2EdTtrw00/s1600-h/DSC01030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SQOMplnnpkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/qG2EdTtrw00/s400/DSC01030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261203435799684674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SQOMptBeIFI/AAAAAAAAAZY/MrhTf6McO4s/s1600-h/DSC01042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SQOMptBeIFI/AAAAAAAAAZY/MrhTf6McO4s/s400/DSC01042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261203437787160658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is how one ward member found his car after waving signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-2248551176007328166?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/2248551176007328166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=2248551176007328166' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/2248551176007328166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/2248551176007328166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/10/battle-rages-on.html' title='The Battle Rages On'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SQOMo8zNZ3I/AAAAAAAAAZA/vnf70g14WVY/s72-c/SafeRedirect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-1955686845333851082</id><published>2008-10-25T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:52:38.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Nana</title><content type='html'>Children are the best.  They have such simple, unquestionable faith. So many times this faith gives them greater knowledge to the spiritual than we jaded adults posses.&lt;br /&gt;A few days after Jeff's mom passed away, I walked into the playroom.  Kate had drawn the picture below on her wipe off board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SQNCReo5dCI/AAAAAAAAAY4/I_hnJLs_FLk/s1600-h/PA160001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SQNCReo5dCI/AAAAAAAAAY4/I_hnJLs_FLk/s400/PA160001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261121657748681762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, we can dispute the wings:), but why?  Kate knows her Nana would have loved to wear wings.  To this 7 year old child it makes complete sense that her Nana is standing on a cloud and watching over her.  I am blessed and humbled to learn simple lessons from my children daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-1955686845333851082?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/1955686845333851082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=1955686845333851082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/1955686845333851082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/1955686845333851082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/10/angel-nana.html' title='Angel Nana'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SQNCReo5dCI/AAAAAAAAAY4/I_hnJLs_FLk/s72-c/PA160001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-145217354095672125</id><published>2008-10-15T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:10:50.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Nana Socks"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SPXpVKY_-nI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bZC5H8SX0Bs/s1600-h/PA140009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SPXpVKY_-nI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bZC5H8SX0Bs/s400/PA140009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257364689800657522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that in the blogging part of my life, I  highlight all of the happy times of family life.  Let's face it you don't all want to hear about how my kids didn't listen &amp;amp; got yelled at,  how I cleaned up dog pee from the carpet, or how much laundry I have to do.  It's just not a good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this post and what I would write, knowing that I needed to chronicle a sad event in our family life that will forever change us.&lt;br /&gt;My mother in law passed away on Sunday afternoon.  I want to share a few of my feelings for her.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start  by telling you a story that happened on Monday morning after many tears had been shed by us and our children.  While getting Buzz dressed for school, he saw the socks in the basket that his Nana had finished knitting for him while she was at the City of Hope preparing for a bone marrow transplant. Two years before, I had started the socks, Sharon tried to teach me how and was so patient with me, I couldn't get it ................so she finished the job for me.  She sent those socks to Buzz in the mail and he was so happy to put them on, right away!  He wore the socks to school on Monday.  I said to him that his Nana would love that he was wearing the socks she made him, he looked at me with a smile on his face and said "I bet she is looking at me right now in them".  I am sure that he was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the BEST Nana in the world.  There is no competition.&lt;br /&gt;She knew that life was worth living and she lived it, and I am lucky because I got to live it with her and she made it wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite color was Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;She gave the best presents that you didn't know you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;She helped sew Halloween costumes.&lt;br /&gt;She threw an easter egg hunt for the grandkids every year, but not the typical hunt.  I'm talking hundreds of eggs!&lt;br /&gt;She ordered Santa to come to her house every Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;She came to all the kids soccer games and yelled at the refs :)&lt;br /&gt;She played board games with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;She loved to movies.&lt;br /&gt;She cried in September when her kids went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;She had us all sing to Happy birthday to Jesus on Chrismas morning.&lt;br /&gt;She taught me how to ragtie my girls hair.&lt;br /&gt;She forgave me my faults and loved me through them.&lt;br /&gt;She looked at people with her bright blue eyes like they were the only thing that mattered in the world.&lt;br /&gt;She made the best orange rolls.&lt;br /&gt;She had "Nana Camp" in the summer where all the grandkids would come for a week to her house...NO PARENTS!&lt;br /&gt;She loved the desert and the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;If she found a shirt she loved, she would buy it in every color.&lt;br /&gt;Brooke knitted her a scarf that was literally about 10 feet long.  Two weeks ago, Brooke received a thank you note for her scarf.......exactly as long as the scarf, rolled up in tulle and tied with ribbon.  Who thinks of something so special?  No one but Nana.&lt;br /&gt;She loved to teach seminary even though she hated getting up early.&lt;br /&gt;She raised a wonderful son just for me.&lt;br /&gt;She will be missed everyday, she will be remembered with smiles and laughter because that is how she would want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on, really I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did teach me how to make socks, I finally learned.  I remember sitting with her at the City of Hope and learning how to turn a heel and then close a toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SPXpU4sjgOI/AAAAAAAAAYY/cyHcBs2By-o/s1600-h/PA140010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SPXpU4sjgOI/AAAAAAAAAYY/cyHcBs2By-o/s400/PA140010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257364685050839266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She taught me so many things.  She made the yarn of life so colorful, so vivid, so special and unique.  Now it is my turn to make socks from the same yarn that she taught me to spin. I am blessed that she was my teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SPX4YfSCoPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/l6gEWs1LJJ0/s1600-h/IMG_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SPX4YfSCoPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/l6gEWs1LJJ0/s400/IMG_0972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257381239622639858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SPX4YtkC-lI/AAAAAAAAAYw/PcxjuIeNAqI/s1600-h/Asia+Cruise+Saigon+Day+1+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SPX4YtkC-lI/AAAAAAAAAYw/PcxjuIeNAqI/s400/Asia+Cruise+Saigon+Day+1+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257381243456256594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-145217354095672125?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/145217354095672125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=145217354095672125' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/145217354095672125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/145217354095672125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-nana-socks.html' title='&quot;My Nana Socks&quot;'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SPXpVKY_-nI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bZC5H8SX0Bs/s72-c/PA140009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-2952423099435541123</id><published>2008-09-08T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:04:25.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate's Best Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SOZPZu1XceI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GMfZ6DWLP9A/s1600-h/PICT5196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SOZPZu1XceI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GMfZ6DWLP9A/s400/PICT5196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252973318861451746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well her dream finally came true, she got to bring her big dog, Jack, to school to share.  This is the 3rd school she has attended (crazy, since she is only in the 2nd grade and we have only moved once!) and finally she found a school that allows dogs to come for share day!  She came home so happy that she could take Jack to school on Monday morning.  Luckily the groomer was able to see him on Friday morning to clean up our shaggy  dog.  Kate did a great job with her share and Jack was a good boy (probably  because there were no other dogs around).  She scored 100% on her presentation.  One little boy asked if Jack had Rabies and we were happy to inform him that Jack is Rabies free:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SOZPZ9_y-AI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Xo2Llb_syug/s1600-h/PICT5195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SOZPZ9_y-AI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Xo2Llb_syug/s400/PICT5195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252973322931730434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SOZPJsS4nlI/AAAAAAAAAXc/MrCLu7nN1EI/s1600-h/PICT5201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SOZPJsS4nlI/AAAAAAAAAXc/MrCLu7nN1EI/s400/PICT5201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252973043302047314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SOZPZze_tII/AAAAAAAAAX0/pNmLgeOkPIY/s1600-h/PICT5192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SOZPZze_tII/AAAAAAAAAX0/pNmLgeOkPIY/s400/PICT5192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252973320109798530" border="0" /&gt;Kate loves ALL dogs!  She especially loves her dog, I keep asking if we can trade him in for a smaller model, but she refuses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-2952423099435541123?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/2952423099435541123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=2952423099435541123' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/2952423099435541123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/2952423099435541123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/09/kates-best-day.html' title='Kate&apos;s Best Day'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SOZPZu1XceI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GMfZ6DWLP9A/s72-c/PICT5196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-5336250097237317587</id><published>2008-09-05T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:07:14.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SMF_xXvmLiI/AAAAAAAAAW0/V09K6t6o-OM/s1600-h/PICT5158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SMF_xXvmLiI/AAAAAAAAAW0/V09K6t6o-OM/s400/PICT5158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242611927399935522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuesday, September 2nd, was the first day of school.  The end of Summer and the beginning of the new year is one filled with excitement and remorse for me.  We had a fantastic Summer....going to the beach, surfing, camping, family reunion, basically it is great to have no schedule and little responsibility.  The only care in our summer world was which sunscreen to use to avoid sunburn ;)&lt;br /&gt;I knew that it was time to start school when the kids began to argue, it is like their bodies are on an internal clock and know when it is time to start!  So start we did.&lt;br /&gt;The kids are at a new school this year and were excited to go.  They were able to meet their teachers last week which helped to ease their anxiety.  I love the end of the day reports from them and so far it has all been positive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SMF_w14yKSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/yTPRV9t4iVs/s1600-h/PICT5149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SMF_w14yKSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/yTPRV9t4iVs/s400/PICT5149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242611918311663906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate started the 2nd grade today.  Her teacher is named Mr. Walz and "she is funny".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SMF_xOBASaI/AAAAAAAAAWs/XVkHEY6JRb0/s1600-h/PICT5152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SMF_xOBASaI/AAAAAAAAAWs/XVkHEY6JRb0/s400/PICT5152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242611924788595106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooke started the 5th grade today, last year of elementary school.  Scary!  She has Mrs.Crandall.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SMF_xlXge4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/kCCsXcSFMTU/s1600-h/PICT5166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SMF_xlXge4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/kCCsXcSFMTU/s400/PICT5166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242611931056995202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a thing with backpacks.  I like to get pictures of them so the kids and I can look back and see what they liked at different times.  The funniest backpack ever was Kate's kindergarten pack.  It was My Little Pony (I know, shocking for all of you who know her) and it had a real (plastic) hair mane that was about a foot long.  That pack was soon nasty and the pony ended the year in dreads!  I don't think either of these packs have half of the personality of that pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SMF_x_dv1oI/AAAAAAAAAXE/4i4NBz7Pg2Q/s1600-h/PICT5170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SMF_x_dv1oI/AAAAAAAAAXE/4i4NBz7Pg2Q/s400/PICT5170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242611938062489218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We can walk to school now which they love!  This is the girls with their friend, McCall, who lives 3 doors down from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SMGB_JDK2rI/AAAAAAAAAXU/R9T09-n_LKQ/s1600-h/PICT5178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SMGB_JDK2rI/AAAAAAAAAXU/R9T09-n_LKQ/s400/PICT5178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242614362996923058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buzzy was asleep long after the girls left for school, that is why he is not in any of the other pictures.  He doesn't start school until 9:15 (the girls start at 7:45).  This is him outside of his classroom.  He is really excited about the new camoflague vans he is wearing, although you probably can't see them ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SMGB6OSLkoI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bk9PQvj81Q0/s1600-h/PICT5180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SMGB6OSLkoI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bk9PQvj81Q0/s400/PICT5180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242614278502716034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to school with Buzz today.  It was only for an hour, introducing the kids to the classroom and giving parents information on the year.  He has Mrs. Anderson and she seems nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-5336250097237317587?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/5336250097237317587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=5336250097237317587' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/5336250097237317587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/5336250097237317587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SMF_xXvmLiI/AAAAAAAAAW0/V09K6t6o-OM/s72-c/PICT5158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-6090535532715395817</id><published>2008-08-09T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:27:50.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Pendleton Triathlon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SKG35g9mnPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/lbsK4jiYJaE/s1600-h/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SKG35g9mnPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/lbsK4jiYJaE/s400/IMG_1961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233666440709971186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff did a triathlon in Camp Pendleton, he loves to participate in their series of races because they are all on Saturdays!!  Which is pretty unusual in the racing world, unfortunately the majority of events are held on Sundays.   His fans (all 4 of us) came out to cheer him on!  It was a beautiful day and he beat his last year's time by 4 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SKG34Kwze0I/AAAAAAAAAV0/doF_uNJrEdE/s1600-h/IMG_1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SKG34Kwze0I/AAAAAAAAAV0/doF_uNJrEdE/s400/IMG_1921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233666417570839362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The race consisted of a 500 yard ocean swim, 18 mile bike, and 5k run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SKG34WR9t-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/2n3pl_SOABs/s1600-h/IMG_1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SKG34WR9t-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/2n3pl_SOABs/s400/IMG_1928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233666420662712290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two of the cheerleaders watching for Daddy to come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SKG34oZAkmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/4N7TVJpYMRk/s1600-h/IMG_1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SKG34oZAkmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/4N7TVJpYMRk/s400/IMG_1947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233666425524097634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;High fives for Daddy on the way to the finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SKG35MG89RI/AAAAAAAAAWM/A_m89jelffs/s1600-h/IMG_1958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SKG35MG89RI/AAAAAAAAAWM/A_m89jelffs/s400/IMG_1958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233666435112039698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff and Cort (his brother-in-law) who also did the race, it was fun to have two athletes to root on!  If you look closely you can see the plastic medals that the kids gave them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-6090535532715395817?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/6090535532715395817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=6090535532715395817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/6090535532715395817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/6090535532715395817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/08/camp-pendleton-triathlon.html' title='Camp Pendleton Triathlon'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SKG35g9mnPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/lbsK4jiYJaE/s72-c/IMG_1961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-1867987215724811</id><published>2008-07-30T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:30:22.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Glass Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SJC_FsyO_2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/Cn61AsAlc08/s1600-h/IMG_1873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SJC_FsyO_2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/Cn61AsAlc08/s400/IMG_1873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228889272019255138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning we woke up and went straight to the beach for a "Sea Glass Hunt".  Last Friday, Kate was at a birthday party at T-Street and she started looking through the rocks for glass.  Sure enough, there is plenty there for the taking if you are willing to look a little.  I started out doing it to "be a good mom" but I have to tell you that it is very therapeutic to  dig through the rocks and it brings out the pirate in me and the kids when we find one of the precious hidden treasures.&lt;br /&gt;As coincidence would have it, on Sunday I commented to a friend how much I liked the bracelet she was wearing............guess what?  It was made from sea glass and she knows a local artist who will turn our sea glass into jewelry!  Anyway, it was exciting to me and don't be surprised if for your next birthday  you get a sea glass trinket from us!   Happy Hunting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SJC_GYWWh1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/WTVmWszF3jE/s1600-h/IMG_1882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SJC_GYWWh1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/WTVmWszF3jE/s400/IMG_1882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228889283713468242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SJC_HC_h9NI/AAAAAAAAAVE/4cyGXm2cOcE/s1600-h/IMG_1890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SJC_HC_h9NI/AAAAAAAAAVE/4cyGXm2cOcE/s400/IMG_1890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228889295160472786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SJC_F5AO60I/AAAAAAAAAUs/5dCTo_nlCSs/s1600-h/IMG_1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SJC_F5AO60I/AAAAAAAAAUs/5dCTo_nlCSs/s400/IMG_1889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228889275299195714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SJC_Gpiu62I/AAAAAAAAAU8/zuChmPpFNJs/s1600-h/IMG_1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SJC_Gpiu62I/AAAAAAAAAU8/zuChmPpFNJs/s400/IMG_1893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228889288328801122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SJDAeNPNjaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ejHxF0fGw9Q/s1600-h/IMG_1881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SJDAeNPNjaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ejHxF0fGw9Q/s400/IMG_1881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228890792559218082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SJDAlWzQohI/AAAAAAAAAVs/e-yUiH8aKPk/s1600-h/IMG_1879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SJDAlWzQohI/AAAAAAAAAVs/e-yUiH8aKPk/s400/IMG_1879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228890915385418258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SJDAXqionvI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bhivCeJVHoM/s1600-h/IMG_1883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SJDAXqionvI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bhivCeJVHoM/s400/IMG_1883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228890680166227698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SJC_L3IdxVI/AAAAAAAAAVM/KntYeXSnWh8/s1600-h/IMG_1898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SJC_L3IdxVI/AAAAAAAAAVM/KntYeXSnWh8/s400/IMG_1898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228889377876067666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-1867987215724811?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/1867987215724811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=1867987215724811' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/1867987215724811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/1867987215724811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/07/sea-glass-hunt.html' title='Sea Glass Hunt'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SJC_FsyO_2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/Cn61AsAlc08/s72-c/IMG_1873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-5767895487500658679</id><published>2008-07-27T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:39:54.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpinteria, Camping Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI03X9xVhuI/AAAAAAAAASk/hkxc-T_3vr8/s1600-h/IMG_1668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI03X9xVhuI/AAAAAAAAASk/hkxc-T_3vr8/s400/IMG_1668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227895627305027298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just returned from our 2nd Annual Hendrickson Family camping trip to Carpinteria State Beach!  We had so much fun last year that we had to go back.  Unfortunately we were only able to reserve 4 nights :(For those of you who don't know, it is pretty difficult to get a beachfront site in the summer, so I guess we were lucky to have it).  This year we brought our bikes and were able to bike around town to shopping, dinner, Foster's Freeze, etc.....  Carpinteria is a pretty small town, so the kids had no problem keeping up.  We had a lot of fun, here are some of the highlights....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI03WB52o6I/AAAAAAAAASE/P_NCwkxTwYw/s1600-h/IMG_1600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI03WB52o6I/AAAAAAAAASE/P_NCwkxTwYw/s400/IMG_1600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227895594054755234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff and Brooke setting up camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI03Wi7l-kI/AAAAAAAAASM/vImPS8tk2kk/s1600-h/IMG_1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI03Wi7l-kI/AAAAAAAAASM/vImPS8tk2kk/s400/IMG_1612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227895602920421954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baseball on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI03XOenUdI/AAAAAAAAASU/xOSvZGylSOI/s1600-h/IMG_1645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI03XOenUdI/AAAAAAAAASU/xOSvZGylSOI/s400/IMG_1645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227895614610035154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Innertubing is fun here, the waves are really gentle and rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI05uhRGIiI/AAAAAAAAASs/o4v0_SnidhE/s1600-h/IMG_1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI05uhRGIiI/AAAAAAAAASs/o4v0_SnidhE/s400/IMG_1679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227898213813854754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids were loving it, they got to have their own tent this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI05uy2zDAI/AAAAAAAAAS0/L5EXjtriMkY/s1600-h/IMG_1683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI05uy2zDAI/AAAAAAAAAS0/L5EXjtriMkY/s400/IMG_1683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227898218535390210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff and Buzz coming back from town.  A bike with a basket just makes me smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI05vTfL7bI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2MCIIE865kM/s1600-h/IMG_1666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI05vTfL7bI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2MCIIE865kM/s400/IMG_1666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227898227294727602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roasting hot dogs on the fire......gourmet camping grub.  Everything tastes better cooked outside.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI05v0HpmfI/AAAAAAAAATE/gvif-_4G3JA/s1600-h/IMG_1687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI05v0HpmfI/AAAAAAAAATE/gvif-_4G3JA/s400/IMG_1687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227898236054378994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate became obsessed with boogie boarding on this trip, the water was cold, but felt "refreshing" once you got "used to it" aka "so numb you loose feeling".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI1Bk61hzPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hqaNRu0lHHc/s1600-h/IMG_1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI1Bk61hzPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hqaNRu0lHHc/s400/IMG_1740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227906844971879666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boogie Boarding trio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI1CzZEAT5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/1UuQgmr24nQ/s1600-h/IMG_1651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI1CzZEAT5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/1UuQgmr24nQ/s400/IMG_1651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227908193115459474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As much as Kate became obsessed with boogie boarding, Buzz became 10 times more obsessed with skim boarding.  He would literally stand by the water and practice for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI1CyL3esrI/AAAAAAAAAUU/cWaZVGkWsIo/s1600-h/IMG_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI1CyL3esrI/AAAAAAAAAUU/cWaZVGkWsIo/s400/IMG_1783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227908172393394866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI05wdZjNYI/AAAAAAAAATM/uBsF_lGIcXk/s1600-h/IMG_1698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI05wdZjNYI/AAAAAAAAATM/uBsF_lGIcXk/s400/IMG_1698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227898247135311234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the 2nd year in a row that the girls picked out their backpacks from a cute surf store on the main street.  I feel a tradition in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI08J1KofoI/AAAAAAAAATU/8XhQxBIm2_w/s1600-h/IMG_1690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI08J1KofoI/AAAAAAAAATU/8XhQxBIm2_w/s400/IMG_1690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227900882035179138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This hamburger stand is called "The Spot", delicious hamburgers and fried foods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI08KJM2yKI/AAAAAAAAATc/nkeEzbXwhVA/s1600-h/IMG_1701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI08KJM2yKI/AAAAAAAAATc/nkeEzbXwhVA/s400/IMG_1701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227900887413213346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foster's Freeze :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI08K3OgDAI/AAAAAAAAATk/pFLj3HEhbrI/s1600-h/IMG_1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI08K3OgDAI/AAAAAAAAATk/pFLj3HEhbrI/s400/IMG_1762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227900899768142850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our last day, Kate was so tired she fell asleep for an hour.  We called it "The Starfish" pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI08LXCqizI/AAAAAAAAATs/8FjybLkgbIc/s1600-h/IMG_1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI08LXCqizI/AAAAAAAAATs/8FjybLkgbIc/s400/IMG_1769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227900908308433714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooke practices Smashball a lot this trip.  Notice "The Starfish" in the foreground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI08MMAIITI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kTvUjzzWGtw/s1600-h/IMG_1833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI08MMAIITI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kTvUjzzWGtw/s400/IMG_1833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227900922524868914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;S'mores....yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI1Blak6LaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MJ2aMzNJHco/s1600-h/IMG_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI1Blak6LaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MJ2aMzNJHco/s400/IMG_1852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227906853492108706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We biked to a Seal Sanctuary lookout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI1BkU2urfI/AAAAAAAAAT8/BfYdkE9vvDQ/s1600-h/IMG_1837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI1BkU2urfI/AAAAAAAAAT8/BfYdkE9vvDQ/s400/IMG_1837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227906834776370674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The seals are well camouflaged , but when we first got to the lookout there were roughly 50 or so on the beach and rocks, some were babies with their moms.  Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I am interested to hear your opinions on camping.  Most people that have asked me about the trip say "somebody has to like it" or words to that effect.  So I'm just wondering what you guys think.  Are my family &amp;amp; I really in the minority for liking camping?  Let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-5767895487500658679?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/5767895487500658679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=5767895487500658679' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/5767895487500658679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/5767895487500658679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/07/carpinteria-camping-fun.html' title='Carpinteria, Camping Fun!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SI03X9xVhuI/AAAAAAAAASk/hkxc-T_3vr8/s72-c/IMG_1668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-5777939004558292945</id><published>2008-07-19T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:04:44.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferry Trip into Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SIIcbx_rRkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/H3_gW1KkV9Q/s1600-h/STA_1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SIIcbx_rRkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/H3_gW1KkV9Q/s400/STA_1355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224769781305656898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took the kids on the ferry from Bremerton to Seattle.  It was a gorgeous Seattle day.  The kind of day that makes people move there, and then the months of September-May hit and then they come to an understanding of WHY the summers in Seattle are so beautiful.  I personally love the rain, I guess it is in my blood since I lived in Seattle until I was 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SIIcO31aFjI/AAAAAAAAARE/R4s9vpMJmBs/s1600-h/IMG_1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SIIcO31aFjI/AAAAAAAAARE/R4s9vpMJmBs/s400/IMG_1322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224769559534900786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the lineup of cars waiting to drive onto the ferry.  I don't know what it is about my family and public transportation (see older San Diego post), but it is just thrilling to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SIIcboPkhKI/AAAAAAAAARs/sermjrzkAKU/s1600-h/IMG_1341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SIIcboPkhKI/AAAAAAAAARs/sermjrzkAKU/s400/IMG_1341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224769778687968418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what the ferries look like on the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SIIcPneZLXI/AAAAAAAAARU/vg8yIzpEMUc/s1600-h/IMG_1328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SIIcPneZLXI/AAAAAAAAARU/vg8yIzpEMUc/s400/IMG_1328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224769572323274098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister, Shannon, and I and all of our kiddies.  The city of Bremerton in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SIIcPF0HgbI/AAAAAAAAARM/7Hnod10C7r0/s1600-h/IMG_1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SIIcPF0HgbI/AAAAAAAAARM/7Hnod10C7r0/s400/IMG_1334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224769563287585202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a little windy at the front of the boat.  Seattle in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SIIcQCsXmeI/AAAAAAAAARc/UmwI4Hji6S8/s1600-h/IMG_1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SIIcQCsXmeI/AAAAAAAAARc/UmwI4Hji6S8/s400/IMG_1342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224769579629648354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you look really close you can see the Spaceneedle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SIIeWRd9hlI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EJCo2WK47Pw/s1600-h/STB_1360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SIIeWRd9hlI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EJCo2WK47Pw/s400/STB_1360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224771885698221650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents with all the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SIIcQx1AzYI/AAAAAAAAARk/cElx8WkbxlE/s1600-h/IMG_1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SIIcQx1AzYI/AAAAAAAAARk/cElx8WkbxlE/s400/IMG_1365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224769592282369410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate our favorite fish place, The Salmon Cooker.  After, we ate ice cream in front of the aquarium.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-5777939004558292945?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/5777939004558292945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=5777939004558292945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/5777939004558292945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/5777939004558292945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/07/ferry-trip-into-seattle.html' title='Ferry Trip into Seattle'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SIIcbx_rRkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/H3_gW1KkV9Q/s72-c/STA_1355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-3944156529285725422</id><published>2008-07-04T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:53:26.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July in Richland, WA</title><content type='html'>On Thursday, July 3rd, we left Seattle for Richland, WA.  My mom grew up there and we headed over for a 3 day Allred family reunion with her brothers, &amp;amp; sister, and all my cousins and their kids.  It was fun to drive from Seattle and see a good part of the state of Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SH479XzwD4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/58pAQTfgalE/s1600-h/2008+Shannon+reunion+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SH479XzwD4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/58pAQTfgalE/s400/2008+Shannon+reunion+081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223678543345487746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the afternoon of the 4th, we took a bus tour of the city.  We saw all of the Richland hot spots, houses, and hang outs that my mom, aunt and uncles took part in and were a part of.  It was a "history tour"  of their family in the city.  It was fun and gave us a good feeling of what their lives were like in a small town 50 years ago.  I believe that it must have been a great place to grow up and it made me want for a simpler time and way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SH479ggAyLI/AAAAAAAAAQM/wrg34nlZTtM/s1600-h/2008+Shannon+reunion+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SH479ggAyLI/AAAAAAAAAQM/wrg34nlZTtM/s400/2008+Shannon+reunion+080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223678545678616754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate with her cousin, Ashlyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SH47-C6tusI/AAAAAAAAAQU/aUznhKqL7Ac/s1600-h/2008+Shannon+reunion+108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SH47-C6tusI/AAAAAAAAAQU/aUznhKqL7Ac/s400/2008+Shannon+reunion+108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223678554917419714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As part of the history tour, we visited the grave site of my grandparents.  My cousin planned for the children to do brass rubbings on the headstone.  It was a wonderful way for them to get involved a feel a part of their great grandparents whom they did not have the opportunity to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SH4_rKaIrOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/KySNj73rWBs/s1600-h/IMG_1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SH4_rKaIrOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/KySNj73rWBs/s400/IMG_1233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223682628557253858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the bus tour, we had a big barbeque at my cousin's house.  This house happens to be the same house that my mom grew up in and that my grandparents lived until they passed away.  It was a fantastic family party, and it brought back a lot of fond childhood memories for me.  I know that my grandparents were smiling down on the festivities and loving that their family was all gathered together in that very place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SH4_sM39YUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/GvhixWBcFdE/s1600-h/2008+Shannon+reunion+167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SH4_sM39YUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/GvhixWBcFdE/s400/2008+Shannon+reunion+167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223682646399082818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff was one of the first winners at BINGO.  It was a struggle to pick between the Richland Bombers t-shirt of hat.  He went for the hat, sorry no picture, and I hope he doesn't regret the decision :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SH5CH_nfSwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Rg5MMStS_0Q/s1600-h/2008+Shannon+reunion+143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SH5CH_nfSwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Rg5MMStS_0Q/s400/2008+Shannon+reunion+143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223685322899933954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Bingo, it was time for an at home fireworks display.  My uncles came prepared with hundred of fireworks.  Brooke got to light one of the big ones and my kids thought that it was pretty cool because we've never done them at home before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SH4_rjNvIlI/AAAAAAAAAQs/adzSCGMVx9Q/s1600-h/2008+Shannon+reunion+185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SH4_rjNvIlI/AAAAAAAAAQs/adzSCGMVx9Q/s400/2008+Shannon+reunion+185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223682635216134738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids got gigantic sparklers to celebrate with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-3944156529285725422?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/3944156529285725422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=3944156529285725422' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/3944156529285725422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/3944156529285725422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july-in-richland-wa.html' title='4th of July in Richland, WA'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SH479XzwD4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/58pAQTfgalE/s72-c/2008+Shannon+reunion+081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-5241057164374555587</id><published>2008-07-01T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:19:47.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Always Fun at Grandma's House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SHq1XoJMGFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/VfldCZ3lkCc/s1600-h/IMG_1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SHq1XoJMGFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/VfldCZ3lkCc/s400/IMG_1194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222686135407089746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buzzy was thrilled when we got to my parent's house.  More birthday presents!  I have a feeling that he thinks this birthday thing is going to last all year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SHq1YKsU3PI/AAAAAAAAAPs/UMek842MQ70/s1600-h/IMG_1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SHq1YKsU3PI/AAAAAAAAAPs/UMek842MQ70/s400/IMG_1201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222686144681270514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A new light saber from Grandma and Grandpa, and it turns green and red (depending upon your mood you can either choose the "light" or "dark" side.  I have a feeling the red bulb will burn out long before the green if you know what I mean).  Grandpa was a good sport and let Buzz attack him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SHq1Yk14RAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JQGm2eAgB6o/s1600-h/IMG_1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SHq1Yk14RAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JQGm2eAgB6o/s400/IMG_1209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222686151700661250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all the light saber play, and playing with the Wii Fit (which we don't have so the kids were thrilled!) they were all tuckered out.  At least we thought they should be, so we sent them to bed..............which turned out to be the biggest party of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SHq1ZON2n9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/KjXNCRtguAA/s1600-h/IMG_1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SHq1ZON2n9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/KjXNCRtguAA/s400/IMG_1204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222686162807070674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6 kids in a small den with two big aero beds is a recipe for fun!  Thanks to my parents for loving it also!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-5241057164374555587?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/5241057164374555587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=5241057164374555587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/5241057164374555587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/5241057164374555587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-always-fun-at-grandmas-house.html' title='It&apos;s Always Fun at Grandma&apos;s House!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SHq1XoJMGFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/VfldCZ3lkCc/s72-c/IMG_1194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-2062632591486809743</id><published>2008-07-01T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:54:41.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Seattle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SHqvjoT1euI/AAAAAAAAAPE/FnxW8KZKIpY/s1600-h/IMG_1175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SHqvjoT1euI/AAAAAAAAAPE/FnxW8KZKIpY/s400/IMG_1175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222679744540408546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, July 1st, we left for Seattle.  The kids are so easy to travel with now, no strollers, car seats (because I cheat and don't take Buzzy's), so the "getting there" is actually kind of fun.  We went to see my parents, family, and extended family.  The kids were really excited, they've been looking forward to seeing Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa and their cousins for a long time!&lt;br /&gt;I am usually a really nervous flyer, but as I got on the plane, I said to myself, "Let it go!!!  This plane is not going to crash and if it is what good has it done you all of these years to worry and cry mid-flight?  None!"........so after this talk, I actually enjoyed myself.  I watched for landmarks out the window.  It was great to fly by Catalina and the Channel Islands and not be thinking that I was going to certainly land in a watery grave (which is normally what I would be thinking).  I think that I am cured!!!!  at least for now...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SHqvkJ7bIPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7_XzbzrkJQ0/s1600-h/IMG_1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SHqvkJ7bIPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7_XzbzrkJQ0/s400/IMG_1182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222679753564823794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love it when this happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SHqvkb7X5rI/AAAAAAAAAPU/thHSGlrue80/s1600-h/IMG_1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SHqvkb7X5rI/AAAAAAAAAPU/thHSGlrue80/s400/IMG_1188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222679758396450482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is in the Seattle airport, it is a subway that takes you from terminal to terminal.  I had a flashback moment when we boarded this to when I was 10 years old and we flew to Florida and I rode in this same subway and thought how fun it was.  Random memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SHqvkyBCZ6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/GEV-y_3NLQM/s1600-h/IMG_1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SHqvkyBCZ6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/GEV-y_3NLQM/s400/IMG_1187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222679764325787554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-2062632591486809743?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/2062632591486809743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=2062632591486809743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/2062632591486809743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/2062632591486809743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/07/off-to-seattle.html' title='Off to Seattle!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SHqvjoT1euI/AAAAAAAAAPE/FnxW8KZKIpY/s72-c/IMG_1175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-1976751839450347540</id><published>2008-06-28T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:14:54.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Buzz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGaYIkaUeCI/AAAAAAAAAOE/AKt9DzHDBLo/s1600-h/IMG_1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGaYIkaUeCI/AAAAAAAAAOE/AKt9DzHDBLo/s400/IMG_1162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217024491335743522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGaYoLkafsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-ZheIH5010w/s1600-h/IMG_1112.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it, but today is Buzzy's 5th birthday!   He celebrated his birthday on Thursday with his friends from pre-school and church.  He had his party at a place called Wowzille in Laguna Hills.  It is a really cool place that has three party themes, of course he chose the "Race Zone". He and all the kids were able race Nascar (I think Buzzy has a little redneck in him) cars, they all had a really good time and it was fun to see him celebrate with his friends.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGaYoZ7s9gI/AAAAAAAAAOk/I9HQGRJ51ks/s1600-h/IMG_1098.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGaYoZ7s9gI/AAAAAAAAAOk/I9HQGRJ51ks/s400/IMG_1098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217025038278784514" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGaYoLkafsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-ZheIH5010w/s1600-h/IMG_1112.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Buzzy in Race Mode, notice the intensity.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGaYoLkafsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-ZheIH5010w/s1600-h/IMG_1112.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGaYoLkafsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-ZheIH5010w/s400/IMG_1112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217025034423008962" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kate racing, not so intense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGabXbFPrHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0cvojyK4eR4/s1600-h/IMG_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGabXbFPrHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0cvojyK4eR4/s400/IMG_1145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217028045064350834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGaab9-pBEI/AAAAAAAAAO0/1RFaTZsuUlU/s1600-h/IMG_1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGaab9-pBEI/AAAAAAAAAO0/1RFaTZsuUlU/s400/IMG_1141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217027023639741506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jeff taking a spin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGaabQAWX-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/6V8wa0OcHcU/s1600-h/IMG_1091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGaabQAWX-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/6V8wa0OcHcU/s400/IMG_1091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217027011298877410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Brooke and Kate patiently wait for the pizza and cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGaYIJVp34I/AAAAAAAAAN8/ej77yUYw3vo/s1600-h/IMG_1166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGaYIJVp34I/AAAAAAAAAN8/ej77yUYw3vo/s400/IMG_1166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217024484068417410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Buzzy receives an award for "Racing Excellence"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGaYnjiSFpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/4Z5sdFzjS5k/s1600-h/IMG_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-1976751839450347540?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/1976751839450347540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=1976751839450347540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/1976751839450347540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/1976751839450347540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-to-buzz.html' title='Happy Birthday to Buzz!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGaYIkaUeCI/AAAAAAAAAOE/AKt9DzHDBLo/s72-c/IMG_1162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-906876905230770089</id><published>2008-06-25T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:56:59.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening Picnic and Beach Trip to Strands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGLl3KNQeGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pw-lKarOXX8/s1600-h/IMG_1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGLl3KNQeGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pw-lKarOXX8/s400/IMG_1086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215984054243981410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening we met Jon &amp;amp; Lou Ann and their kids at Strands.    We love the evening trip to the beach on days when it is warm.  Easy parking, no crowds, no sunscreen, easy to keep an eye on the kiddies, etc.....It is just the most relaxing time!  We brought down dinner from Jack in the Box, so no cooking for the moms, making it all the more relaxing.  The kids had a great time, cousins are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGLlvJdyouI/AAAAAAAAAMo/NyB2StlAkKQ/s1600-h/IMG_1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGLlvJdyouI/AAAAAAAAAMo/NyB2StlAkKQ/s400/IMG_1062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215983916605940450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buzzy and Luke, so happy to eat chicken strips on a Spongebob boogie board, does it get better than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGLmOkdTDEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/YxqrQVeAsO4/s1600-h/IMG_1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGLmOkdTDEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/YxqrQVeAsO4/s400/IMG_1065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215984456427572290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "Big Kid" table, no Spongebob boogie board......boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGLoZge4DxI/AAAAAAAAANk/ePkea4PbUno/s1600-h/IMG_1067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGLoZge4DxI/AAAAAAAAANk/ePkea4PbUno/s400/IMG_1067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215986843362266898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGLoLUYe-_I/AAAAAAAAANU/hCuLnCmEgk4/s1600-h/IMG_1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGLoLUYe-_I/AAAAAAAAANU/hCuLnCmEgk4/s400/IMG_1071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215986599596063730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buzz heading back in at the most beautiful time of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGLoSHoxQ3I/AAAAAAAAANc/TFicdQC4XGE/s1600-h/IMG_1085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGLoSHoxQ3I/AAAAAAAAANc/TFicdQC4XGE/s400/IMG_1085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215986716433793906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging out in the big pit, beautiful craftsmanship by these sand sharks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-906876905230770089?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/906876905230770089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=906876905230770089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/906876905230770089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/906876905230770089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/06/evening-picnic-and-beach-trip-to.html' title='Evening Picnic and Beach Trip to Strands'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGLl3KNQeGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pw-lKarOXX8/s72-c/IMG_1086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-6199456725047757825</id><published>2008-06-24T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T09:28:00.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backtrack to Father's Day</title><content type='html'>In reviewing my past posts,  I realize that I left out Father's Day.  Since I don't want to bore my reader's (all two of you) with more pictures of us at the beach, where we have been everyday (except of course Sunday) and because this blog serves as my digital scrapbook, I will rewind to June, 15th, Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGEbwAcu6pI/AAAAAAAAALU/2LrQnt3GUxY/s1600-h/IMG_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGEbwAcu6pI/AAAAAAAAALU/2LrQnt3GUxY/s400/IMG_0909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215480355039931026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The morning began with breakfast in bed (chocolate/chocolate chip pancakes from Trader Joe's) and  the children singing "I'm So Glad When Daddy Comes Home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGEbwoA8D3I/AAAAAAAAALk/wLFlLDz2740/s1600-h/IMG_0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGEbwoA8D3I/AAAAAAAAALk/wLFlLDz2740/s400/IMG_0915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215480365660770162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGEbwTmHK7I/AAAAAAAAALc/bgGw_nDGb3U/s1600-h/IMG_0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGEbwTmHK7I/AAAAAAAAALc/bgGw_nDGb3U/s400/IMG_0920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215480360179542962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate made Jeff this at school, it says "A chip off the old block", cute idea and so true, they look so much alike!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGEbw9PEOZI/AAAAAAAAALs/9nBmb4WNoEA/s1600-h/IMG_0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGEbw9PEOZI/AAAAAAAAALs/9nBmb4WNoEA/s400/IMG_0922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215480371357170066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooke gave Jeff the gold that she panned for at Knott's Berry Farm (how many of us remember doing that?), the vial it came in broke, so a plastic baggie was used.  Yes, that is Ronald Reagan on Jeff's shirt.  It is Jeff's favorite t-shirt of late, it says "Save Trestles" (Jeff's favorite surf spot)on the back, he wears it so much that we feel like Ronnie is part of the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGEcrBv69BI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ZDBBXyLoYCg/s1600-h/IMG_1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGEcrBv69BI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ZDBBXyLoYCg/s400/IMG_1050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215481369001128978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I gave Jeff  portraits of the children.  A friend of ours is an amazing photographer with a beautiful studio, and he took these.  This is the ultimate "picture of a picture",  they really are much more beautiful, but I thought I would share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGEcr9dnkOI/AAAAAAAAAME/-1epArFnqpw/s1600-h/IMG_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGEcr9dnkOI/AAAAAAAAAME/-1epArFnqpw/s400/IMG_1036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215481385030488290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGEcrdC7ZPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/cmYSS5_4KzY/s1600-h/IMG_1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGEcrdC7ZPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/cmYSS5_4KzY/s400/IMG_1059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215481376328606962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-6199456725047757825?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/6199456725047757825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=6199456725047757825' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/6199456725047757825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/6199456725047757825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/06/backtrack-to-fathers-day.html' title='Backtrack to Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SGEbwAcu6pI/AAAAAAAAALU/2LrQnt3GUxY/s72-c/IMG_0909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-7450060512773385216</id><published>2008-06-20T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:03:32.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Beach Chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFx7afQLhLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JGfMYDwN0qI/s1600-h/IMG_1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFx7afQLhLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JGfMYDwN0qI/s400/IMG_1028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214178163584369842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we officially celebrated the beginning of summer.  Buzz still had school yesterday, so today was the first day that all of the kids were off.  Hmmmmm, what should we do?  Call the cousins and have them meet us at the beach, sounded good to all of us.  I got so excited while I was packing the car that I actually screamed in the garage, I was giddy, summer fever hit me then and there.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Calafia State Beach in San Clemente, one of our favorites.  We got there at 10:30 and left at 5:30.  The kids had so much fun with their cousins and the water was warm for CA standards so they were in and out the whole day.  Did anyone get bored?  No.  I did not hear "can we go home now? or I am bored"once.  They would have stayed longer if I would let them and if Pedro's Tacos wasn't beaconing them to dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFx7brogrhI/AAAAAAAAALM/eey7mq9w0lw/s1600-h/IMG_0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFx7brogrhI/AAAAAAAAALM/eey7mq9w0lw/s400/IMG_0994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214178184087514642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buzz and his cousin, Luke, checking out the sandcrabs in the bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFx7aicIXKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/eonssaNoHmw/s1600-h/IMG_1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFx7aicIXKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/eonssaNoHmw/s400/IMG_1026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214178164439800994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooke and her cousin, Corrie, taking a break on a boogie board and reminding me that the teenage years are not too far off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFx7bEZmkiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HSRgGB7pYo0/s1600-h/IMG_1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFx7bEZmkiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HSRgGB7pYo0/s400/IMG_1011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214178173556003362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate(right) with her cousin, Curran (left) about to take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFx7bSWDx_I/AAAAAAAAALE/fSy4mXX7T6o/s1600-h/IMG_1007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFx7bSWDx_I/AAAAAAAAALE/fSy4mXX7T6o/s400/IMG_1007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214178177299236850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buzz and Luke throwing sand on a boogie board, they are both 4 years old and being able to throw big clumps of sand and not get told to "stop" is obviously very liberating and fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-7450060512773385216?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/7450060512773385216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=7450060512773385216' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/7450060512773385216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/7450060512773385216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-to-beach-chair.html' title='Back to the Beach Chair'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFx7afQLhLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JGfMYDwN0qI/s72-c/IMG_1028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-8102393129154010857</id><published>2008-06-18T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:12:41.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Thoughts on the Last Day of School</title><content type='html'>We've been revving  up  for the  summer, we're all so excited about the prospects....a couple of vacations, no schedules, hours at the beach in the waves and digging big pits:)  Well in 15 minutes (2:35) we are officially free!  I love spending the summer with my kids, it truly is my favorite time of year, I love having them home.  Sooooooooooooooo, it took me a little by surprise this morning that I got a little misty when I was dropping them off at school, in the same place we have been dropping all year and it suddenly occurred to me that this was the last time that I would see them run down that hill (they are changing schools next year), the last time that I would have Buzzy in the backseat (because he is going to school next year), the last time that I would honk the horn when they were half way to school and have them turn around and wave back to me, that last time Buzz and I would be yelling "good-bye" and urging them to pick up their pace (because we are always running late).  I guess it was just one of those moments when you realize that your babies are growing up and while you love nurturing and watching them progress,  at the same time you understand that you can't stop it or slow it down and that it is happening way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFl-DsEm-wI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qTD9SxOzQBA/s1600-h/IMG_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFl-DsEm-wI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qTD9SxOzQBA/s400/IMG_0231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213336645493259010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my realizing that it was the last drop off, I wanted to quickly take a picture of the view that I've had at 8:15 am for past ten months.  The girls are on the blacktop (little dots in this picture), just before the "honk and wave".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-8102393129154010857?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/8102393129154010857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=8102393129154010857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/8102393129154010857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/8102393129154010857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/06/few-thoughts-on-last-day-of-school.html' title='A Few Thoughts on the Last Day of School'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFl-DsEm-wI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qTD9SxOzQBA/s72-c/IMG_0231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-4194948866318190622</id><published>2008-06-16T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:19:43.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Game: Friday June 13, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFcAqUUW80I/AAAAAAAAAKE/pQ43HzvTZho/s1600-h/IMG_0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFcAqUUW80I/AAAAAAAAAKE/pQ43HzvTZho/s400/IMG_0904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212635820713243458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended an Angel game on Friday, they played the Atlanta Braves.  It was "Mormon Night" so we got tickets through the ward.  The seats were in the highest section of the stadium in the furthest out section in right field.  I think Angel Stadium is onto something here by selling the tickets to unsuspecting Mormons and giving them the seats that never sell!  I am surprised every Friday night is not Mormon night.  We actually had a good time for the 3 innings we were there.  We didn't arrive until the 6th inning because Buzzy had  a bike accident of his ramp right before he was putting his bike in to leave for the game.  The ill fated last jump of the night.  He was showing me how he can jump off the ramp and instead showed me how he can faceplant right into the concrete.  It was not pretty, blood everywhere.  Basically all skin on his nose is gone and his two front teeth are a little wiggly (I was shocked that they weren't completely knocked out).  We are hoping that once his gums heal that the teeth will tighten back up.   The only thing that broke his fall was his face (no hands at all), so we feel really lucky that the injury was so minor.   So that explains the bandaide on his nose in the pictures.  I think we saw like two plays of the game between getting to our seats, getting food, and eating.  Oh well, the Angels lost, but the fireworks were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFcBFztmmcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oMcn96wmJMY/s1600-h/IMG_0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFcBFztmmcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oMcn96wmJMY/s400/IMG_0896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212636292997093826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have to look closely to see the band aide, they camouflage very nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFcBFvcTowI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QAEgKBtZdls/s1600-h/IMG_0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFcBFvcTowI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QAEgKBtZdls/s400/IMG_0897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212636291850806018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from the top, and I forgot to mention that the foul ball pole blocked our view of the batter making our seats that much more entertaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-4194948866318190622?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/4194948866318190622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=4194948866318190622' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/4194948866318190622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/4194948866318190622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/06/angel-game-friday-june-13-2008.html' title='Angel Game: Friday June 13, 2008'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFcAqUUW80I/AAAAAAAAAKE/pQ43HzvTZho/s72-c/IMG_0904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-5709776095947071457</id><published>2008-06-15T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:41:16.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dana Point Tide Pools Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFXswLHPjMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JbO-RUmWF_k/s1600-h/IMG_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFXswLHPjMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JbO-RUmWF_k/s400/IMG_0872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212332456112262338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday (6/13)  Kate went with her class to the tide pools and the Ocean Center at Dana Point.  It was her first field trip of the year so she was REALLY looking forward to it.  I always wonder why they wait to do all of the fun stuff until the end of the year? It seems like the last two weeks of school are crammed with parties, field trips, picnics, plays, etc.....anyway, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the field trip, I was able  to join her at the tide pools and for lunch.  The tide was pretty high, so we weren't able to see a lot.  We saw some crabs, sea aneonomes, and sea snails, nothing too exciting.  It was a warm day, and it was just fun to be there.  Anything to escape the school walls!  She really liked the Ocean Center, I didn't get to go in with her, but she said that touching the sea stars (formerly known as starfish, but her teacher was quick to correct me in an earlier conversation that they are Not fish.....whatever!) was her favorite part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFXtZoOxQOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/i193XT5qMRQ/s1600-h/IMG_0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFXtZoOxQOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/i193XT5qMRQ/s400/IMG_0877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212333168303096034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you find Kate?  hint.....she is very close to the middle, behind a very large 1st grader :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFXtLvKsN9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZEnNkYSo7Ik/s1600-h/IMG_0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFXtLvKsN9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZEnNkYSo7Ik/s400/IMG_0892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212332929646868434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharing treasures with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFXtMNdN2aI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AW-f-NOQZj0/s1600-h/IMG_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFXtMNdN2aI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AW-f-NOQZj0/s400/IMG_0881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212332937777633698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Digging in the sand, we both love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-5709776095947071457?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/5709776095947071457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=5709776095947071457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/5709776095947071457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/5709776095947071457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/06/dana-point-tide-pools-field-trip.html' title='Dana Point Tide Pools Field Trip'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFXswLHPjMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JbO-RUmWF_k/s72-c/IMG_0872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-9062984165073765932</id><published>2008-06-12T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:14:16.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC Preschool Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFG52HpmUuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4WQEYJchl78/s1600-h/IMG_0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFG52HpmUuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4WQEYJchl78/s400/IMG_0857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211150583261975266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Buzzy graduated from the distinguished institute of higher learning, commonly called "ABC Preschool".  His teacher, Sister Greiner, normally  holds school at her house, but for graduation day we met down at the San Clemente Pier.  It was a beautiful, warm morning so it was really fun for the kids and parents alike.  Buzzy was given the "best manners" award and then proceeded to talk throughout the rest of the program as the other children were given their diplomas ;)   I guess he was showing off his mad skills.  It has been a great year for Buzzy, he has learned a lot and has made a lot of really nice friends!  Three cheers for Buzz!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFG50ecqIVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/CZH6NqFAZRw/s1600-h/IMG_0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFG50ecqIVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/CZH6NqFAZRw/s400/IMG_0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211150555021975890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a hard year of intense studies, the graduates are able to toss their caps and celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFG51uu78gI/AAAAAAAAAJE/j00PMvC2o-g/s1600-h/IMG_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFG51uu78gI/AAAAAAAAAJE/j00PMvC2o-g/s400/IMG_0851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211150576573477378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Living in a beach city has its perks, looks like he is starting a great career as a beach bum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFG507nOYBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/84oeTkOR_uI/s1600-h/IMG_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFG507nOYBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/84oeTkOR_uI/s400/IMG_0838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211150562850922514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buzzy proudly displays his diploma.  He is wearing sunglasses that were in his graduation goody bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFG51JOeKSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xg_fERsXP-M/s1600-h/IMG_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFG51JOeKSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xg_fERsXP-M/s400/IMG_0855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211150566505195810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buzzy with his teacher, Sister Greiner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-9062984165073765932?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/9062984165073765932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=9062984165073765932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/9062984165073765932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/9062984165073765932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/06/abc-preschool-graduation.html' title='ABC Preschool Graduation'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFG52HpmUuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4WQEYJchl78/s72-c/IMG_0857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-8614610288075045317</id><published>2008-06-11T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:22:08.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Red Hen, Peter &amp; the Wolf, High School Musical 2</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was filled with musical performances from two of our three "little hens".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate was the first to perform in Little Red Hen..a musical rendition, performed by Mrs. Adams' first grade class at Vista Del Mar Elementary.  Kate did a fantastic job as "Dot the Cow" one of Little Red's lazy barnyard friends.   It was funny to watch her through the performance getting hotter and hotter in the big, furry cow costume.  She was worried about the performance  but came through with a touching and heartfelt performance, the sadness she felt as the red hen told her that she could NOT have any of the fresh baked bread because she did not help, was felt by the entire audience :(  Way to go Kate!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bcea3d9e5fe39a96" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbcea3d9e5fe39a96%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331751844%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D438EFB21DF8D6555058D41BF95ED44A9667F03.483A75BF253FD013D47CDAA5DAA1A548933CBA14%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbcea3d9e5fe39a96%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbQUTg4Dgx3Zb03erwF-4Vj3sscI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbcea3d9e5fe39a96%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331751844%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D438EFB21DF8D6555058D41BF95ED44A9667F03.483A75BF253FD013D47CDAA5DAA1A548933CBA14%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbcea3d9e5fe39a96%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbQUTg4Dgx3Zb03erwF-4Vj3sscI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFAFAMVDUCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mlyLShcBgLM/s1600-h/IMG_0790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFAFAMVDUCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mlyLShcBgLM/s400/IMG_0790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210670269735325730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon we were privileged to attend Brooke's first piano recital.  The students all performed music from "Peter and the Wolf".  Brooke's piece was titled "Bird and Duck Argue".  She played very well, we're very proud of how she has taken to the piano and have high hopes that she will continue to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFAGzrRUtFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UM7cFENsgTY/s1600-h/IMG_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFAGzrRUtFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UM7cFENsgTY/s400/IMG_0802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210672253726143570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating dinner and a wardrobe change we were off to the school for an evening concert of the 4th and 5th grade choir.  They performed music from High School Musical 2.   The kids sang great, a lot better and more entertaining than the movie:)  Brooke sang a solo, sorry no video because my camera was on standby instead of record the whole time!!!  Aaaaahhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFAILG5q48I/AAAAAAAAAIc/1e0YqcYQNgs/s1600-h/IMG_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFAILG5q48I/AAAAAAAAAIc/1e0YqcYQNgs/s400/IMG_0809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210673755791745986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooke is on the top row at the very right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFAIL_PYLYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dFeta4t4jWc/s1600-h/IMG_0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFAIL_PYLYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dFeta4t4jWc/s400/IMG_0812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210673770915179906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooke with  Darcy (left) her friend who lives two doors down and with Melody, a very sweet girl who befriended Brooke on her first day of school at Vista Del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many thanks to our third "little hen", Buzz, who sat patiently (as well as a four year old can) through it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-8614610288075045317?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/8614610288075045317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=8614610288075045317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/8614610288075045317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/8614610288075045317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-red-hen-peter-wolf-high-school.html' title='The Little Red Hen, Peter &amp; the Wolf, High School Musical 2'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SFAFAMVDUCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mlyLShcBgLM/s72-c/IMG_0790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-1544465964598796218</id><published>2008-06-08T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:27:57.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Famous Camp Pendleton Mud Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SExIJHL75PI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4L4xQ_3dYlc/s1600-h/IMG_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SExIJHL75PI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4L4xQ_3dYlc/s400/IMG_0686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209618190345954546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday Jeff ran in the Camp Pendleton Mud Run.  It is a 10K (6.2 mile) race, it is a trail race with a lot of mud, obstacles, and a small swim all throughout the course.  The kids and I love to tag a long to the races and cheer for our favorite runner!  Yesterday's race was really fun as a spectator because we got to see him crawl through a giant mud pit at the end of the run.  I will admit that it looked like a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff had a great time.  He ran it with a 5 person team, they all had to cross the finish line together.  Some friends from the ward were running in it and had a slot open and invited him to join them.  We're glad they did because it was a fun time for all and we will be making a family tradition of it from here on out.  Brooke was really bummed to learn that she has to be 15 before she can run in it.  I guess waiting 5 more years will make her crawl through the mud pit all the more sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SExKP4nJR3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/tXDCgttx8ig/s1600-h/IMG_0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SExKP4nJR3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/tXDCgttx8ig/s320/IMG_0679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209620505715885938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff after the race with his raving fans!  His t-shirt was white at the starting line, I wonder if this will come out in the wash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SExKuZCSGnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/x8RupQK1-5Q/s1600-h/IMG_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SExKuZCSGnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/x8RupQK1-5Q/s320/IMG_0664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209621029815720562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff is in the blue hat entering the famed mud pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SExMgsoUx-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xLU_paVNgAI/s1600-h/IMG_0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SExMgsoUx-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xLU_paVNgAI/s320/IMG_0681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209622993580640226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Save Energy" team photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SExM61cKuVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/PZSHuYxWhdQ/s1600-h/IMG_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SExM61cKuVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/PZSHuYxWhdQ/s320/IMG_0689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209623442622167378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The long awaited shaved ice.  We spotted the shave ice truck before the race started, but it was still closed.  I told the kids that after the race I would get them shaved ice.  They usually want Jeff to race fast, but this gave them extra incentive to cheer loud so that they could hurry him up and get their icey reward!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-1544465964598796218?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/1544465964598796218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=1544465964598796218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/1544465964598796218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/1544465964598796218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/06/world-famous-camp-pendleton-mud-run.html' title='World Famous Camp Pendleton Mud Run'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SExIJHL75PI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4L4xQ_3dYlc/s72-c/IMG_0686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-5865101297835075331</id><published>2008-06-06T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:11:48.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chess Nerds Rock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SElmRUlmYKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/If8NnxcHQDo/s1600-h/San+Clem+Spring+%2811%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SElmRUlmYKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/If8NnxcHQDo/s400/San+Clem+Spring+%2811%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208806891800912034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke and Kate have been taking Chess class for the last three months.  Boring Right?  Wrong!  They LOVE it!  Brooke played with Jeff the other day and every time he thought he had her, she weaseled her way to safety.  The game ended in a stalemate.  Kate checked out a book from the school library called "Winning Chess" and was so excited about it.  Guess who read it?  Jeff...I think he is worried that the girls might beat him if he doesn't brush up on his skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their teacher, Chess Master Joel, e-mailed me these pictures of the Chess Club.  We've tried to get some of their friends to join the club, but apparently they think they are too cool;)  So sad for them, because let's face it, how much fun is being cool anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Live the After-School-Chess-Club of San Clemente, California!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEmnnFxoUSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/q4niMN9ElXA/s1600-h/IMG_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEmnnFxoUSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/q4niMN9ElXA/s400/IMG_0363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208878734037766434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEmnL3dJkdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/c8Iin2S8X2U/s1600-h/San+Clem+Spring+%2831%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEmnL3dJkdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/c8Iin2S8X2U/s400/San+Clem+Spring+%2831%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208878266337300946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SElmTA9m3eI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wH5zhEvVcCw/s1600-h/San+Clem+Spring+%2827%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SElmTA9m3eI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wH5zhEvVcCw/s400/San+Clem+Spring+%2827%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208806920892636642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SElmSF1QZjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/84ewiphiSHc/s1600-h/San+Clem+Spring+%2813%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SElmSF1QZjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/84ewiphiSHc/s400/San+Clem+Spring+%2813%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208806905019917874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-5865101297835075331?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/5865101297835075331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=5865101297835075331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/5865101297835075331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/5865101297835075331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/06/chess-nerds-rock.html' title='Chess Nerds Rock!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SElmRUlmYKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/If8NnxcHQDo/s72-c/San+Clem+Spring+%2811%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-6683611346213827126</id><published>2008-06-03T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:06:52.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 10th Birthday Brooke!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEYemMi9i6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ERrKbQjW8rI/s1600-h/IMG_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEYemMi9i6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ERrKbQjW8rI/s320/IMG_0578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207883660652284834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we celebrated Brooke's 10th birthday. We had a family party at home, with dinner catered by Guicho's Eatery, our favorite Italian take-out. It was really fun, Brooke was surprised  that her  Nana, Paga, Aunt Shalaine, Uncle Cort, Baby Axel, Uncle Jon, Aunt Lou Ann, and Jamie, Corrie, Curran, and Luke came!!!!  She thought it was going to be a boring dinner with just her family. We even picked up a couple of party guests, friends from the neighborhood that were outside when the festivities began. We are blessed to live on a fantastic street full of great friends and families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEYenci9i-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/_AMvcBVvE7k/s1600-h/IMG_0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEYenci9i-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/_AMvcBVvE7k/s320/IMG_0587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207883682127121378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke in her new helmet and riding her new wave board.  You will notice in the picture above that she has a light pink helmet that has Disney Princesses on it.  She has been asking for a a new helmet for SO long because hey she's ten and Disney Princesses are  so four years ago :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEYeB8i9i5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/wv_XAP1m4jk/s1600-h/IMG_0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEYeB8i9i5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/wv_XAP1m4jk/s320/IMG_0592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207883037882026898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Cort takes a turn on the wave board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rollerblading with her cousin, Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEYemci9i7I/AAAAAAAAAGE/gvsn68bjXCs/s1600-h/IMG_0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEYemci9i7I/AAAAAAAAAGE/gvsn68bjXCs/s320/IMG_0569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207883664947252146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate spent so long on this gift for Brooke.  It turned out beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEYemsi9i8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/idO5okY0nqs/s1600-h/IMG_0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEYemsi9i8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/idO5okY0nqs/s320/IMG_0584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207883669242219458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-6683611346213827126?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/6683611346213827126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=6683611346213827126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/6683611346213827126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/6683611346213827126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-10th-birthday-brooke.html' title='Happy 10th Birthday Brooke!!!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEYemMi9i6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ERrKbQjW8rI/s72-c/IMG_0578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-7974517855649584441</id><published>2008-06-02T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:04:51.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Hookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SETAhsi9izI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Y2hXEsnLR9M/s1600-h/IMG_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SETAhsi9izI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Y2hXEsnLR9M/s400/IMG_0514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207498754273151794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most respects I would say that while growing up I was a really good kid/adolescent.  I never really lied to my parents, cheated, skipped school (evident in the fact that I am not exactly sure how  to spell the word hookie), or took part in other disturbing ,yet unfortunately normal teen behaviors.&lt;br /&gt;That being said, as a parent, I have realized that a little innocent "breaking of the rules" is quite healthy when raising a child.  So today I woke up saying "Damn the rules!  I am taking my kids to Disneyland!"&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Brooke's 10th birthday, her first decade complete!  We stopped by City Hall on Main Street and got her a "It's My Birthday" button and all of the Disneyland workers wished her a Happy Birthday all day long!  After a couple of hours of this I think she was ready to stuff the button in her pocket, but she was a very good sport and wore it all day long.&lt;br /&gt;We had a fantastic time, I just love hanging out with my peeps!  And to be honest, maybe it was made all the more sweet because we were "breaking the rules".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SETA6Mi9i1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/CT3fDLQOaes/s1600-h/IMG_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SETA6Mi9i1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/CT3fDLQOaes/s320/IMG_0511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207499175179946834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ever popular, picture of the monitor picture.  This is on Splash Mountain, I was a bit nervous riding in the front, Brooke said she was posing for the picture, not sure if I believe her, Buzz is hanging on for dear life, and Kate said she was NOT posing for the picture but was truly scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SETBsMi9i2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/rcMFlkfROg0/s1600-h/IMG_0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SETBsMi9i2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/rcMFlkfROg0/s320/IMG_0541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207500034173406050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Grizzy River Rapids right before going down the big hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SETCEMi9i3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/h705WPRaZjA/s1600-h/IMG_0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SETCEMi9i3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/h705WPRaZjA/s320/IMG_0542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207500446490266482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buzz and Kate with the Brother Bears.  Brooke took this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SETCXMi9i4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Yi99PI92HM4/s1600-h/IMG_0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SETCXMi9i4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Yi99PI92HM4/s320/IMG_0523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207500772907780994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riding the Monorail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-7974517855649584441?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/7974517855649584441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=7974517855649584441' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/7974517855649584441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/7974517855649584441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/06/playing-hookie.html' title='Playing Hookie'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SETAhsi9izI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Y2hXEsnLR9M/s72-c/IMG_0514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770827270330986992.post-2793665142958496018</id><published>2008-05-31T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:28:04.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Welcome friends and family to my blog.  I can't believe I have my own.  For so long I wondered, "who does that?" And will admit that at times I thought,  "Don't they have anything else better to do with their time?".   I officially "eat my words" and join their ranks!&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy reading blogs and hope you enjoy and will indulge me in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Memorial Day Weekend.  We kicked it off on Friday by taking the train down to San Diego.   We taught the kids about public transportation by taking the trolleys, train, and walking.  We took along two backpacks for the overnighter and it was great!  We went to Seaport Village, Old Town, downtown, and Fashion Valley (that was my choice).  Brooke is doing a report of the Mormon Battalion at school and we went to the Mormon Battalion Memorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHB_ci9ipI/AAAAAAAAADs/DlUi2PdU7F8/s1600-h/IMG_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHB_ci9ipI/AAAAAAAAADs/DlUi2PdU7F8/s400/IMG_0376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206655939955755666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying the view on the way to San Diego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHB_8i9iqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CivmUJo8vyI/s1600-h/IMG_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHB_8i9iqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CivmUJo8vyI/s400/IMG_0381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206655948545690274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the trolley on the way to the hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHCAci9irI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XzGaHz2jvGs/s1600-h/IMG_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHCAci9irI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XzGaHz2jvGs/s400/IMG_0384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206655957135624882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHCA8i9isI/AAAAAAAAAEE/L0AIj7QSPXQ/s1600-h/IMG_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHCA8i9isI/AAAAAAAAAEE/L0AIj7QSPXQ/s400/IMG_0414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206655965725559490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHCBMi9itI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MWwp7bcWX2w/s1600-h/IMG_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHCBMi9itI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MWwp7bcWX2w/s400/IMG_0434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206655970020526802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside the Mormon Battalion Memorial, the kids got to dress up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770827270330986992-2793665142958496018?l=threelittlehens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/feeds/2793665142958496018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770827270330986992&amp;postID=2793665142958496018' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/2793665142958496018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770827270330986992/posts/default/2793665142958496018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlehens.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15587969529527675231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHFXci9ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VovhrrVPklA/S220/DSC07777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxkx7P50IdE/SEHB_ci9ipI/AAAAAAAAADs/DlUi2PdU7F8/s72-c/IMG_0376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
