tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46421937114351928612024-03-13T07:36:19.617-07:00The Cummard Familythe cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comBlogger309125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-27035687561105825492010-11-01T13:19:00.004-07:002010-11-01T13:46:31.110-07:00boo<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TM8iKbNtQPI/AAAAAAAAG40/uJjphJn3TAs/s1600/IMG_2500.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534680029560914162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TM8iKbNtQPI/AAAAAAAAG40/uJjphJn3TAs/s400/IMG_2500.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">halloween parties, fall festivals,</span> school carnivals, haunted houses, pumpkin carving and trunk or treats...oh my! we were busy this month, and i'm glad it's over. i love this time of year, but some days are just too busy. the kids were just as exhausted as mom was. ellie had a halloween party, which the kids had a blast at, we ditched the school carnival (oops), and had lots of crock pot meals this month. parker was a scary abe lincoln in the neighborhood's spook ally, and spent most of the month, working on his "set" with cousins and friends. this is such a fun thing for the kids 8 and older to participate in. and you can't beat a haunted house for $.25! thursday and friday night were spent running thru the spook ally, and having $.50 nacho's for dinner.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TM8hrlYyiGI/AAAAAAAAG4s/PLaZmYUop3Y/s1600/IMG_2503.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534679499715807330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TM8hrlYyiGI/AAAAAAAAG4s/PLaZmYUop3Y/s400/IMG_2503.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">our ward's fall festival</span> was wednesday. it was the best fall festival i've been to. the weather was perfect! the kids ran around without jackets or shoes. they had face painting, bounce houses, tractor (quad) train rides, and other booths. the food was amazing. crystal's white chili, is one of my favorites. i wait all season for it. 2 bowls full, and i barely had room for anything else. indian fry bread, hot dogs, chips and salsa...and plenty of it. saturday was my parent's ward's trunk or treat. same idea, booths and games for the kids. quincy was extra excited to go, cus her school teacher is in my parents ward! we had navajo taco's, caramel apples, pie eating contests, and then trunk or treating. this is my personal favorite. it's over in 15 min, and it's safe for the kids. but traditional trick or treating is also fun. we finished the night at grandma cheryl's store, and then the kids and mom & dad were passed out before 9:30pm. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534679495086926610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TM8hrUJLaxI/AAAAAAAAG4k/87m0AHXjLFU/s400/IMG_2505.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534679491955840546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TM8hrIeq1iI/AAAAAAAAG4c/dNEPqY27iW0/s400/IMG_2510.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">since halloween fell on a sunday,</span> we opt'd out of the traditional trick or treating this year. i thought we'd have trick or treaters on both days. saturday, not one! sunday was the night to go i guess. my kids did go up our street and to family's houses, half way dressed up, some not dressed up at all. tilley had just as much fun passing out candy, in her full princess costume of course. she couldn't get enough of the costume this month, and i cannot wait to put it up. come 7:30pm, conway had taken over on passing out, and we found tilley passed out, costume and all. since she's ditched nap's she rarely can hang past 7:30pm. which is fine by me. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534679485749423586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TM8hqxW8beI/AAAAAAAAG4U/kiI5ExrGmck/s400/IMG_2516.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534679477323710962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TM8hqR-GQfI/AAAAAAAAG4M/JQsOy0fcEmw/s400/IMG_2517.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">bring on the turkey and stuffing.</span> next to the fourth of july, thanksgiving is my favorite. so low key, and just good quality food and family time. and i have plenty to be thankful for, this year, and every year.</div>the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-84914586713220102022010-10-31T16:43:00.006-07:002010-10-31T17:03:14.336-07:00carving<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534360640915658066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TM3_rjyuVVI/AAAAAAAAG3s/FxN0J3YOJug/s400/IMG_2485.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">grandma cheryl has a carving party</span> every year. it seems like every year it's just me and the kids at this fun event. this year, they were all old enough to clean out the guts themselves. grandma helped them draw faces, and they helped each other carve. the kids are becoming so independent. and i love it, especially when it comes to these dirty jobs. parker and quincy did traditional jack-o-lantern pumpkins. conway carved a bat in his, and tilley did a princess pumpkin. crown and all. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534360618678926050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TM3_qQ9EuuI/AAAAAAAAG3U/l5jmHcq8Nb8/s400/IMG_2481.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534360614876867794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TM3_qCyl7NI/AAAAAAAAG3M/Tt-qJZOsdOA/s400/IMG_2476.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534360632316728450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TM3_rDwlFII/AAAAAAAAG3k/OTTpxvPN4uE/s400/IMG_2483.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534360624446233250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TM3_qmcG2qI/AAAAAAAAG3c/JcHrzrRkJO0/s400/IMG_2482.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534361055662177666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TM4ADs1__YI/AAAAAAAAG38/Of05LOXsnM0/s400/IMG_2494.jpg" /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TM4CI6CDlBI/AAAAAAAAG4E/5qTvqOrBe24/s1600/IMG_2489.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534363344125006866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TM4CI6CDlBI/AAAAAAAAG4E/5qTvqOrBe24/s400/IMG_2489.jpg" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534361050020463106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TM4ADX06QgI/AAAAAAAAG30/QUl3sUAkqsY/s400/IMG_2491.jpg" />the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-4419204748301858972010-10-05T10:02:00.003-07:002010-10-05T10:09:32.015-07:00buzz boy<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524608974086701394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TKtal19fgVI/AAAAAAAAG20/0JtreJw9j6E/s400/IMG_2327.JPG" /><span style="font-size:180%;">uncle lance gave conway</span> the nickname "buzz boy" when he was little. maybe 2. i always had my boys buzzed. it was way easier than fighting with them to comb their hair. this past year, conway decided he wanted to grow his hair out. parker tried too, but didn't last. conway did, and looked adorable with his long shag. the back and sides had curls, i loved it! the past couple weeks he had gone back and forth with getting a buzz or keeping it long. finally one night he decided it was time. i wasn't ready...and i'm not sure he fully was either. but we did it.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524608980094737266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TKtamMV623I/AAAAAAAAG28/ZeWGzxsr0Hg/s400/IMG_2330.jpg" /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TKtamcHmCpI/AAAAAAAAG3E/NfGSgHzi-bM/s1600/IMG_2331.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524608984329620114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TKtamcHmCpI/AAAAAAAAG3E/NfGSgHzi-bM/s400/IMG_2331.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">i think he looks cute</span> either way...and it's just hair. it will grow back! till then, we have our buzz boy back!the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-9078128917754463952010-09-27T21:32:00.002-07:002010-09-27T21:48:51.558-07:00picture day<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521818233461803090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TKFwbW_ECFI/AAAAAAAAG1s/mIBxNHuxTjQ/s400/PortraitP.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521818240707795906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TKFwbx-pG8I/AAAAAAAAG10/aWA9-ZwgL08/s400/PortraitQ.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521818231130780258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TKFwbOTTcmI/AAAAAAAAG1k/4sJjewYhppI/s400/PortraitC.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">picture day came early this year.</span> i had flashbacks, like i always do, about my picture days. my mom was out of control. mele and i always had matching dresses, ruffly socks, and huge bows attop our freshly permed hair. i remember my 6th grade year, begging my mom not to make me wear the outfit with the bib she had picked out, to match my 2nd grade sister. i laugh every time i get the form sent home for my own kids picture day. i keep them simple. they picked their outfits. same as their "first day of school" outfits. i did however, make them wear long pants, just for the class picture sake. their hair is flat, and their smiles are forced. but i love them. i can read exactly what each one of their cute faces say. parker, my obedient child, is doing exactly as we had practiced. quincy is screaming "hurry up!" she can't wait to take her cardigan off, cus it's over 100 degrees outside. conway's may be my favorite. through his clenched teeth i can hear him saying how much he hates smiling for the stranger behind the camera.the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-56117556807791020792010-09-25T18:04:00.000-07:002010-09-28T19:19:31.570-07:00lil bunnies<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522136798797740098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TKKSKTVzuEI/AAAAAAAAG2E/g1oxOWXDDd0/s400/IMG_2323.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">the girls did mesa high school's</span> "lil bunnies" this past weekend. practice was a week before, for a couple hours, and friday was game day. parker insisted tilley do it with quincy. she is my dancer. both of them loved every bit of the practice, and performing. i couldn't find quincy in the crowd, and tilley was being held the majority of the time...but they had fun. that's all that matters. go mesa!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522136817484308498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TKKSLY9CIBI/AAAAAAAAG2c/-BikylXokSc/s400/IMG_2312.jpg" /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TKKS9GbSsHI/AAAAAAAAG2k/Jmxk-6Fhk2I/s1600/IMG_2311.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522137671504408690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TKKS9GbSsHI/AAAAAAAAG2k/Jmxk-6Fhk2I/s400/IMG_2311.jpg" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522136810427582722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TKKSK-qlCQI/AAAAAAAAG2U/9ULNa6yWfHY/s400/IMG_2318.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522136805955236882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TKKSKuASdBI/AAAAAAAAG2M/smiWVa3xu1g/s400/IMG_2322.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522136790052310930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TKKSJywvD5I/AAAAAAAAG18/n80xtnoiCcY/s400/IMG_2325.jpg" />the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-77244449294522628792010-08-15T08:48:00.002-07:002010-10-05T10:08:34.662-07:00scout<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TKtJNOVC9-I/AAAAAAAAG2s/nAu_UHeeHx0/s1600/iphone+pics+054.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524589859433543650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TKtJNOVC9-I/AAAAAAAAG2s/nAu_UHeeHx0/s400/iphone+pics+054.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">parker and i went with grandma</span> karen to the scout store. parker was very curious. he could have spent all day there. all i kept thinking was "when is that mattas across the way going to open?!" parker's excitement for the scout program makes me smile. my mom is a big wig in scouts...for her stake. so it is nice having her there to ask questions about the program. it also helps that grandma cheryl is a mother of 6 boys, all eagle scouts. parker wants his eagle by age 14. parker flew through his bobcat. for family night one night i figured we'd finish by going over the "parent handbook." i strongly advice reading it over, before sitting in front of all your kids trying to do so. it was very straight forward about some things that i wasn't ready to share with my little ones. scary. dad wasn't there to assist either...but it went well. i am glad it's over, and my kids have that little scare of what we call reality. even tho i dont think my littlest ones really understood. we're super excited for scouts, it helps having an ambitious child!the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-7071449108325944402010-08-12T09:35:00.000-07:002010-09-14T10:19:26.996-07:00we ♥ az<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516812661107777314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TI-n4s203yI/AAAAAAAAG08/gQ_tYQYlZX4/s400/IMG_2253.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">home is where your ♥ is.</span> our hearts were, and always have been, in arizona. after many conversations, parker and i decided we needed to move back to arizona. we also decided the kids needed to start school with their cousins. the day before i loaded up and made the 11 hour drive. i got to the school 30 min. before it closed. registered the kids and school started the next day.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516812676081998978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TI-n5ko9XII/AAAAAAAAG1M/sIW04daQP-4/s400/IMG_2255.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">grandma always comes</span> to see the kids off on their first day. we all met at the davy's and rode bikes from there. tills and i followed on my bike and found the kids classrooms. there were no jitters or nervousness with 10 other cousins at the same school. even my conway, starting kindergarten was full of confidence! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516811529441188354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TI-m21EfGgI/AAAAAAAAG0k/JiHYyfo9g04/s400/IMG_2260.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516811520408818594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TI-m2TbAE6I/AAAAAAAAG0c/g5-pGeWlGcw/s400/IMG_2259.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516811511323080098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TI-m1xkytaI/AAAAAAAAG0U/Ilnq0SNNXOs/s400/IMG_2258.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516811549398844770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TI-m3_awxWI/AAAAAAAAG00/MYyjqYnAD9M/s400/IMG_2263.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516811537062363042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TI-m3Rdg_6I/AAAAAAAAG0s/VaOtRSpKxTA/s400/IMG_2262.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">even with registering late</span>, we lucked out with teachers. conway has mrs. watkins, quincy started with her last year. quincy has mrs. watkins sister, mrs. nichols. parker started with her last year, and she happens to be in my parents ward. and i got to pick parker's teacher, since the numbers for all 3, 2nd grade teachers were even. i chose mr. ellsworth, who was my 4th grade teacher back in the day. he's still just as nice as i remember him. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516810350834909042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TI-lyOa2f3I/AAAAAAAAGz0/nTd_vT8WRzA/s400/IMG_2265.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516810359277618498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TI-lyt3wBUI/AAAAAAAAGz8/7Rvyxgq0jlE/s400/IMG_2266.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516810340480118178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TI-lxn2E7aI/AAAAAAAAGzs/QYwiqDk00IE/s400/IMG_2264.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">i was able to get tilley</span> into mrs. suzanne's class with her cousin marley. their first day was the same day as the others. the two girls were giddy during pictures. not so giddy when it was time for "drop off." tilley is my clingiest child, by far. she has a hard time being away from me. i think all the moving and with a new baby coming, it's gotten even worse. preschool however, was a must. i'm hoping it will help her with that. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516810380061882658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TI-lz7TGuSI/AAAAAAAAG0M/dF6O6PhWWSM/s400/IMG_2271.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516810364475046290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TI-lzBO6eZI/AAAAAAAAG0E/4UNXVx634iI/s400/IMG_2268.jpg" />the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-25701807299212693962010-08-09T17:50:00.005-07:002010-08-10T17:26:55.757-07:00baby number five<span style="font-size:180%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503578194982973330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TGCjNYmLr5I/AAAAAAAAGzU/O1xIab7F5jA/s400/baby+brother+011.jpg" />as i drove to the ultra sound.</span> the thought crossed my mind. "maybe it is a boy..." this was the first time ever since, the day i found out i was pregnant, that i ever thought anything besides girl. i have only really thought of girl names, looked at girl clothes, planned matching outfits, bows and necklaces with your sisters. i had a couple dreams this pregnancy, of a little boy. i figured maybe that meant, there was a number six! this pregnancy has been very similar to my pregnancies with your brothers. i should have known. i laid down on the table, and made small talk with the doctor at fetal photos. he is an ob, and was so nice. he asked me if i had any preferences. i told him i had 2 and 2, and it didn't really matter...but that "i have known since the beginning that it's a girl." he began the ultra sound. we listened to your heart beat, i seriously love that sound. it means you're healthy and strong...and everything is "ok." he took pictures and measurements and kept saying how cute of a nose you had. he said you had the perfect profile. he gave me the due date and said all your organs and your head looked good. you slept through the entire ultra sound, with an occasional kick when the doctor tried waking you up. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503578190097531010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TGCjNGZZwII/AAAAAAAAGzM/-51jptX4dvs/s400/baby+brother+009.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503578175458333346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TGCjMP3JUqI/AAAAAAAAGy8/MkWq79ZzltQ/s400/baby+brother+006.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">as the ultra sound went on,</span> i asked, "do you know what it is already?" he said in his thick lithuanian accent, "i do, do you?" i said, "no, i'm not good at that stuff. i can never tell in the pictures." he said, "look right here (moving the arrow around on the screen) and tell me what it is..." which is when i could clearly see...."it's a boy!" i cried. i was in shock. i was so in love! and sooo anxious to tell daddy! this was going to be the perfect surprise! i text dad the picture of the 4 kids with both colors of balloons. he was so confused. he called me and said, "did you find out!?" i was on my way to show him the pictures...so he could see for himself. when i got to the store, i handed him the pictures, with the "it's a boy" ones at the bottom. he said, "how am i supposed to tell what it is?" i said, "keep going..." when he read, "it's a boy" he yelled so loud. he was "high fiving" people in the store. it was awesome. he was so excited. and so am i! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503578178755683794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TGCjMcJS5dI/AAAAAAAAGzE/y_wpd2VQT8M/s400/baby+brother+007.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503578170811534738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TGCjL-jQzZI/AAAAAAAAGy0/4Es8HvSP1xk/s400/baby+brother+003.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">they were all so excited too.</span> tilley doesn't care what we tell her. she still says it's a "baby sister" that's probably my fault. we cannot wait to meet you. january 29th, or close it it! i'm hoping you come early, like all your brothers and sisters. <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TGCjqAT8L2I/AAAAAAAAGzc/Zai9WPZRVt4/s1600/IMG_2251.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503578686680215394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TGCjqAT8L2I/AAAAAAAAGzc/Zai9WPZRVt4/s400/IMG_2251.jpg" /></a>the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-19688973493234689242010-08-09T07:06:00.003-07:002010-08-09T17:50:00.149-07:00tie breaker<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TGALo2CfiiI/AAAAAAAAGys/mJWhe10tG2c/s1600/IMG_2249.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503411540975389218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TGALo2CfiiI/AAAAAAAAGys/mJWhe10tG2c/s400/IMG_2249.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">we are all so excited about baby</span> number 5! the kids have been arguing since the day we told them "mom has a baby in her tummy" that it was a boy or a girl. not only that, but they've argued names, and who get's to hold it first. usually this is in the car, and it makes me laugh. tilley seems to care the most. she's switched from boy to girl, and has stayed girl for the past couple months. she's named it annie, and summer, and goldie locks and she refers to my tummy as "mom's phoebe." the first couple times she said it i thought she was saying "mom's baby" but then realized she has been saying "mom's phoebe." which i think is so cute. well before we make the big move back to arizona, and are away from daddy for a little bit. i decided we leave him with a surprise. today before going to lunch with my cousin steph, that i'll miss so much...i'm going to a place called fetal photos, to find out the gender. i haven't slept since i made the appointment on friday. i am so excited. since the day i found out i was pregnant, i've thought it was a girl. i really don't mind either way. i'm just 90% sure it's a girl. i've only really considered girl names, i really only look at girl clothes. i would be completely shocked if they said "boy!" i'm not the type that "knows with every one" but i did know with parker and quincy. conway and tilley i didn't. in less than 2 hours, it will no longer be a secret, and i can begin the planning. i cannot wait!the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-50773160487125626042010-07-30T14:33:00.006-07:002010-08-06T15:19:50.962-07:00we slept...<span style="font-size:180%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502415120867228562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFyBZj4He5I/AAAAAAAAGxc/OTIK_MIIiJA/s400/IMG_2235.jpg" />...in the city that never does.</span> trust me. it took us forever to get from california to las vegas. at the last minute we decided to stay a night at a cheap hotel in vegas. i had heard so much about cheap hotels on priceline, i thought i'd give it a shot. this was my first priceline rodeo. and probably my last. i did a 4 star hotel off the strip and entered a low ball price. and of course came back as denied. so i lowered it to 3 stars for the same low ball price and got accepted. at a holiday inn. bust! we were trying to think of every last way to back out...and with priceline you are locked in. there's not even a number on their website to call them. we pulled up to the holiday inn, just off the strip, and thought, "not bad." it was a brand new, holiday inn. no smoking and no slots. thank goodness. we decided to stay a night, and try and back out of our second night. the room was really nice, and the beds were super cozy. i love hotel rooms that have blackout shades, and nothing is better than cranking down the ac. the next day we ate breakfast at the hotel, kids ate free, and then headed to the strip to find something fun for the kids to do. everyone recomended "circus circus."<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502417149014245634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFyDPnUDAQI/AAAAAAAAGyc/kt0Ef75QE-s/s400/IMG_2221.jpg" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502417139519006562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFyDPD8NJ2I/AAAAAAAAGyU/WaTTqz54w-Q/s400/IMG_2224.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502417159180972434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFyDQNL-8ZI/AAAAAAAAGyk/_YV-JWjGZP0/s400/IMG_2220.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502417122270208098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFyDODrxYGI/AAAAAAAAGyE/-nbaiPdIVRc/s400/IMG_2228.jpg" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502417138189084194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFyDO-_IJiI/AAAAAAAAGyM/uADx0AioVvY/s400/IMG_2227.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502415147955981890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFyBbIylDkI/AAAAAAAAGx8/xdjJq20DCrE/s400/IMG_2229.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">besides the tantrum tilley threw</span>, and having to go to a time out in the bathroom....followed by losing my purse; which luckily someone turned in...we had a pretty good time. i had coupons for $5 off each "all day pass." we bought garrett and the kids all a pass, and we took turns taking tilley around to the kiddy rides. the olders went with g. we were there all day...till after the tantrum sitch. tilley was done, so tired. she peed her pants even. so i had parker take us back to the hotel. i had never felt so tired in my life. she had a bath, we hit the pillows and seriously crashed for 3 hours. the kids swam at the pool when they got back, and then we headed back to the strip to show the kids what vegas looked like at night. kinda scary. we parked at the belagio so that we could watch the water show. we walked to serendipity, which is completely over-rated. and then went back to the hotel. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502415139498684802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFyBapSM8YI/AAAAAAAAGx0/htBt2oZdLTQ/s400/IMG_2231.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502415126294533922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFyBZ4GFlyI/AAAAAAAAGxk/dur2wP6aIXM/s400/IMG_2233.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502415136162839458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFyBac23-6I/AAAAAAAAGxs/XUj-V_4mUE0/s400/IMG_2232.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502414539976924066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFyA3v5E26I/AAAAAAAAGxU/C4K-r6iSJzg/s400/IMG_2236.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502414510363113458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFyA2Bkl9_I/AAAAAAAAGw8/qmqAeBGWeUc/s400/IMG_2241.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502414526875468530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFyA2_FcgvI/AAAAAAAAGxM/9DE1JXXS2us/s400/IMG_2238.jpg" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502414518297150706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFyA2fINxPI/AAAAAAAAGxE/OeUxa5esIcg/s400/IMG_2240.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502414503531532450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFyA1oH0UKI/AAAAAAAAGw0/FFzdtFD-r-g/s400/IMG_2245.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">we woke up the next morning,</span> had breakfast, and headed for utah. i'm ok, if i never do vegas with kids again. they had fun, but there really isn't a lot for them to do there. quincy picked up one of those stupid cards with almost naked girls on them, and totally looked at it. she made a funny face and then threw it down. i mean seriously! so many freaks there. i was afraid walking around we would lose one of the kids in the crowds. there was a ufc fight at mgm so the streets were packed. i had explained to the kids once before the reason it's called sin city...and i'm pretty sure after this trip they kind of understood why.the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-65667445388592488202010-07-30T09:23:00.003-07:002010-08-05T11:51:26.806-07:00nb 2010<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501965482909623026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrodL9J4vI/AAAAAAAAGo8/asIgOGY1BV4/s400/IMG_2188.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">friday: july 22nd,</span> tony, the kids and i headed west bound from arizona to newport beach. this was our 11th year going, and staying at the same beach house. we love it. parker has made it clear, that this is a vacation he cannot do without. it's such the perfect family vacation. parker stayed in az to work, and would be driving over with grandma karen on sunday. we left early on friday, so the kids slept the first couple hours. so did tony. we had mc donalds for breakfast, i hadn't had that in years. we stopped at the outlets, and it wasn't that great, so we continued on. we got gas at costco, and lunch at chic fil a, and then finally got to the beach house around 2pm. the cousins were so excited to be reunited. it was us and the davids up stairs, and one of davy's co-workers (and friends) the ruckers down stairs. the kids changed into their suits and tony took them to the beach, while i unpacked. that night we had salmon, courtesy of grandpa wayne. another tradition, the day we arrive. and had sheet cake for dessert. it was the perfect meal. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrwfx-iVgI/AAAAAAAAGws/rR64IAZ_Vsw/s1600/IMG_1976.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501974323568727554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrwfx-iVgI/AAAAAAAAGws/rR64IAZ_Vsw/s400/IMG_1976.jpg" /></a><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501974315087402402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrwfSYblaI/AAAAAAAAGwk/jZq2touB0Ps/s400/IMG_1977.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">saturday: one of the first things</span> on our "to do" list was seaside bakery. you haven't had a donut, till you've had a seaside donut. we go every year, almost every day. tilley has had a donut obsession since birth. she used to say "go nuts," which i loved. before we got there, we had been warned of the cool*er weather that they had been having this year. which was the main reason for the stop at the outlets. to get the kids sweatshirts. the kids, however, didn't seem to mind too much while playing on the beach. we spend the entire day at the beach. quincy and calee found a starfish, and it took both of their strength to pull it off the rock. they searched for seashells, played paddle ball, and dug in the sand. tilley and sally may have been the funniest two to watch. they were non stop with their boogie boards in the waves. they would stand there, catch a wave, sometimes fall off, and then giggle, and do it again. it was so funny. that evening, was the adults "date night." every time there's a date night planned in cali, it seems like i'm solo. this time big guy was my date. we ate at a restaurant we had been to a few years back. and left just as disappointed this year as we did the time before. a few of us don't eat seafood, so we loaded up on the appetizers. which i didn't think were too bad. you can't mess up garlic fries!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501974306045355890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrwewso53I/AAAAAAAAGwc/wuLiI2e1aPk/s400/IMG_1979.jpg" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501973243354811810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrvg53eDaI/AAAAAAAAGvc/UB-2Zu74VvI/s400/IMG_1999.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501973874449203970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrwFo4GQwI/AAAAAAAAGv0/YS9NkEVpe3o/s400/IMG_1992.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501973878615692322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrwF4Zd1CI/AAAAAAAAGv8/97IoK_GwZsI/s400/IMG_1990.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501973891189313330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrwGnPQDzI/AAAAAAAAGwM/iQMgoNtBLL8/s400/IMG_1985.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501973249190093186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrvhPmtYYI/AAAAAAAAGvk/ri2oyAQRRtk/s400/IMG_1998.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501973886808519554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrwGW6yc4I/AAAAAAAAGwE/4QCAjzSSCDg/s400/IMG_1989.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501973225722814690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrvf4LrIOI/AAAAAAAAGvM/1Hh4FweQPwg/s400/IMG_2013.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501973256336719314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrvhqOmPdI/AAAAAAAAGvs/KytcK2Ejjm4/s400/IMG_1994.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501973234343090210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrvgYS6GCI/AAAAAAAAGvU/6znze1GhZVQ/s400/IMG_2004.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501973899331791346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrwHFkkafI/AAAAAAAAGwU/qV4B0Ff26lc/s400/IMG_1982.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">sunday: the babies and i</span> walked to albertson's to get a few things for sunday dinner. it was long for them. the complained about being tired the whole way there, but didn't make a peep on the way home. candy always does the trick. we went to 1pm sacrament, at the ward building that we've attended every year. then we just hung out at the beach house...and waited patiently for parker and grandma to arrive. we prepared dinner, and literally just before the prayer, they walked in! after dinner we played kickball down on the beach. shed a few competitive tears, and then of course the kids did, what i hate most. got in the ocean, fully clothed. i hate washing clothes in the coin operated washing machine. it kinda grosses me out, so i avoid it at all costs. how do you do so, with sopping wet clothes. nothing hang dries with the cali humidity. parker let them in, so he got to bathe them when we got back. and em had hot chocolate chip cookies waiting for dessert! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501972336978850642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrusJWmc1I/AAAAAAAAGvE/ZHVzs_2U2-I/s400/IMG_2014.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501972330702555458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrurx-NyUI/AAAAAAAAGu8/n-ulPzmuBEY/s400/IMG_2017.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501972319855660738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrurJkHTsI/AAAAAAAAGu0/dNpjzpPNjHw/s400/IMG_2021.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501972309857951570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFruqkUeX1I/AAAAAAAAGus/WU_VSUie32E/s400/IMG_2028.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">monday: parker was up</span> early, and was on a donut mission. we rode bikes down, and brought some back for the others. we beached it till around 4 and then came back to the house, to get ready for our hobos on huntington. it's our family night activity. this year was extremely cold. everyone was in sweatshirts, and bundled up in blankets. the kids probably stay warmer than the adults cus they run around. the dinners were amazing, as they always are. it's always my favorite meal in california. besides the huge task it is preparing, and then taking everything over to huntington, it's always worth it. we had smores after we ate, and then packed up quick to head back. it was too cold, and super windy even by the fire. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501972303858125122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFruqN-ASUI/AAAAAAAAGuk/4cu36VxpWR0/s400/IMG_2042.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501971418866305506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrt2tHgyeI/AAAAAAAAGuc/A9m7LVbRnII/s400/IMG_2046.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501971395303713666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrt1VVwK4I/AAAAAAAAGuM/C_rgBpm96Yw/s400/IMG_2050.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501971405754688194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrt18RdYsI/AAAAAAAAGuU/9xf3FxRdRaQ/s400/IMG_2049.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501971393487846834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrt1Ok0PbI/AAAAAAAAGuE/F_At9xJBhk0/s400/IMG_2055.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501971384875082418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrt0ufX4rI/AAAAAAAAGt8/YahtUt_KnsY/s400/IMG_2057.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501970619271212146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrtIKZL7HI/AAAAAAAAGt0/_SWY2TM5mRc/s400/IMG_2058.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501970611180203154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrtHsQI7JI/AAAAAAAAGts/bYUAWZjT6T4/s400/IMG_2059.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501970603070765954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrtHOCsu4I/AAAAAAAAGtk/80VBUUIfigs/s400/IMG_2067.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501970599020747874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrtG-9GXGI/AAAAAAAAGtc/SwP_CtuX6Ko/s400/IMG_2068.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501970587234752354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrtGTDGV2I/AAAAAAAAGtU/N2qW7lv_CXE/s400/IMG_2072.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501969950913323570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrshQkP4jI/AAAAAAAAGtM/JTavq5jyL6w/s400/IMG_2076.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501969942452277970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrsgxC-ktI/AAAAAAAAGtE/nmtGlJr7AlM/s400/IMG_2093.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501969933325015570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrsgPC3mhI/AAAAAAAAGs0/RrnoTDJg-PM/s400/IMG_2100.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501969939460926562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrsgl5yLGI/AAAAAAAAGs8/LvgxZ9qOsIA/s400/IMG_2099.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501969926105287218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrsf0JjSjI/AAAAAAAAGss/fhOOwAnyEvI/s400/IMG_2102.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">tuesday: after a good nights</span> sleep, we hit the beach. i'm not quite sure who found the starfish today, but i know little p was trying to make a buck off of them. which he found out is illegal to sell starfish. the babies giggled when we had them hold them in their hands. seriously nothing is like having a nap on the beach. this year, i did so more than most years. mostly cus the sand was so warm, and the wind was so cold. that if you were laying down, you were "kind of" warm. we had salads from mario's and chronic taco's on most beach days. salad has been off my list of foods since baby number 5. soggy letus makes my stomach turn. i couldn't resist a grilled chicken salad from mario's on the beach tho. so as long as i ate super fast, before the lettus could get soggy, i was good. this was our shortest beach day. we were headed to knotts berry farm, and wanted to get there by 4. after 3 is the discounted pricing. while we were getting ready for knotts, grandma karen and grandpa david were packing up to go home to az. sad. sally has been waiting a whole year for the log ride. her and tilley couldn't get enough of it. everyone had their turn, or turns, taking them on the log ride. since i couldn't do any other rides, i think i took them 3 or 4 times. till i was too wet and cold i couldn't take it anymore. the car ride home from knotts always seems like forever...especially in a 12 packer, 17 passenger van! we made it tho, and again...slept like champs! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501968423129463986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrrIVIMPLI/AAAAAAAAGrc/zTnEpRrT0HA/s400/iphone+pics+185.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501966804384634882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrpqG1WWAI/AAAAAAAAGqk/4kr6a878PR0/s400/IMG_2145.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501967488185756418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrqR6MPawI/AAAAAAAAGrM/11EWCR8Op4Y/s400/iphone+pics+191.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501968452203454674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrrKBb-INI/AAAAAAAAGr8/k3Orl0IEM7M/s400/IMG_2111.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501969073330530466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrruLUNKKI/AAAAAAAAGsk/j_eq868U3ao/s400/IMG_2112.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501969064496751618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrrtqaEZAI/AAAAAAAAGsc/X6ZzYWKyLfE/s400/iphone+pics+189.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501969060263994354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrrtao5o_I/AAAAAAAAGsU/8Q5OCDPCgsQ/s400/iphone+pics+187.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501969046807044754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrrsogg4pI/AAAAAAAAGsE/CVLDmIpzB_A/s400/iphone+pics+198.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501968443656066994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrrJhmHV7I/AAAAAAAAGr0/OcPB5N0V9y4/s400/IMG_2122.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501968436206899282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrrJF2GEFI/AAAAAAAAGrs/791r2o1vPbU/s400/IMG_2125.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501968431227762146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrrIzS-deI/AAAAAAAAGrk/7IFpiqfnm_w/s400/IMG_2131.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">wednesday: street sweeper day.</span> this year wasn't near as chaotic as years before. it helps when there's 2 golf cart's there to help save spots, and 2 spots in the back as well. we beached and rode bikes the majority of each day. it wasn't till the night before that i even knew my bike had made it to cali, in the truck with big guy. the tire was fixed wednesday and i was cruisin with tilley. we ordered laventina's "the big cheese" pizza and had that on the beach. really, there is no better cheap pizza than "the big cheese." after dinner we drove to the wedge. it's not so great at night. the surfers all go there in the morning though, i guess it has really big waves. we got there just in time to see the sunset, and for the kids to run out some energy. headed to balboa. we always take the ferry boat over. it's like 30 seconds long. juts long enough to get out of the car, take a picture, and then load back in the car. we got balboa bars, and frozen yogurt. and this was the first year i let my kids go in the balboa candy shop and pick out their own candy. i always get a bag full of peppermint salt water taffy. it tastes so much better there, and the shop is darling! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501967478502399650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrqRWHjHqI/AAAAAAAAGrE/VnQpE-i9aeM/s400/IMG_2136.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501967461755151394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrqQXusZCI/AAAAAAAAGq0/iOawVdEIk2c/s400/IMG_2137.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501966809919344946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrpqbc7UTI/AAAAAAAAGqs/m1oMwvytebE/s400/IMG_2142.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501967473556530642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrqRDsXJdI/AAAAAAAAGq8/4cW0uHWH8jk/s400/IMG_2139.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501966797436834466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrpps83UqI/AAAAAAAAGqc/Z7u1XFFBnDE/s400/IMG_2146.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501967491077014066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrqSE9kgjI/AAAAAAAAGrU/tc8qtO7G1fs/s400/iphone+pics+192.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501966793724616514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrppfHzX0I/AAAAAAAAGqU/J21nt-mmw1M/s400/IMG_2148.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501966783232961922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrpo4CZbYI/AAAAAAAAGqM/BXrvTlrprnI/s400/IMG_2150.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501966160795274114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrpEpRsC4I/AAAAAAAAGqE/Fm68AGSJZWI/s400/IMG_2158.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501966153893147586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrpEPkF88I/AAAAAAAAGp8/2tGdxw9Ihh8/s400/IMG_2160.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501966145469149282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrpDwLp8GI/AAAAAAAAGp0/jr2P6dkEUsQ/s400/IMG_2165.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501966139435773154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrpDZtL7OI/AAAAAAAAGps/sVORPSqUydo/s400/IMG_2169.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501966135665476994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrpDLqRxYI/AAAAAAAAGpk/Uf0Sdb6AvjY/s400/IMG_2170.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501965519921039298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrofV1XR8I/AAAAAAAAGpc/OiPfqdNTGBs/s400/IMG_2171.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">thursday: breakfast at the </span>sugar shack. seriously one of my favorite places for breakfast. my favorite meal is breakfast. and their french toast is seriously too die for. i'm pretty sure they dip it in pancake batter. parker usually gets an omlet and we switch half way. perfect. my kids love their hot chocolate, and micky mouse pancakes. we shopped for a little bit and then headed back to nb, for the last beach day! garrett wilcheck and jon west met us at the beach, and helped load up the david's who decided to pack up that night and drive home to make a funeral the next morning. we cleaned out the fridge and freezers, and gave away the goods. we stayed to soak up our last night in cali. before the trek back to utah. it was a quiet night. we did most of the cleaning and laundry that night, so the next morning we just packed up and headed out. although this may have been the worst night, sleep-wise for all of us. conway had a tooth ache that was giving him a lot of pain. parker ran to albertsons and got children's something and even that didn't help. it was so sad. he cried off and on all night long. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501965513066616146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFroe8TJFVI/AAAAAAAAGpU/clN7DKUMC70/s400/IMG_2172.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501969051225720674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrrs4-Ah2I/AAAAAAAAGsM/0ny2Zmw7yn8/s400/iphone+pics+201.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501965492859998194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrodxBgj_I/AAAAAAAAGpM/nXo11eiT6nI/s400/IMG_2179.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501965486995532242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrodbLT6dI/AAAAAAAAGpE/XYkBYks2GGM/s400/IMG_2182.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501963853175286210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrm-UuNacI/AAAAAAAAGo0/L56Ff7CNPn8/s400/IMG_2193.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501963837779631170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrm9bXmXEI/AAAAAAAAGok/BxN7jXneCUE/s400/IMG_2198.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501963847545928002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrm9_wEOUI/AAAAAAAAGos/kta-oyoYQCI/s400/IMG_2196.jpg" /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501963828261736226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrm836WzyI/AAAAAAAAGoc/UqD61sXUnI0/s400/IMG_2199.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501963824088661426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrm8oXavbI/AAAAAAAAGoU/OdXn5Wthi88/s400/IMG_2207.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">friday: we almost forgot</span> the annual picture at the beach house. usually it's everyone, and we're up on the balcony. how sad that we didn't get that picture this year. luckily a neighbor saw we were leaving and wanted our parking spot, so we had her take our picture. then we met jon, carrie and their cute lucas at sugar shack...again. we visited and walked around. the us open was just starting that day, so it was pretty crowded. quincy picked out a backpack, the boys got shirts, and tilley of course wanted a dress. they all used their own money. quincy owes us $44, cus she only had $4. girl is a spender! after we said our final good bye's it was time to pick up garrett and be on our way. one problem. where in the world was garrett going to sit!? we were seriously jam packed. busting at the seams. we crossed our fingers and headed to pick him up. he walks out with 2 suitcases, bedding and a backpack. all of which went on his lap, under his feet, and across all the kids. we had to do something. this would never work for 10 hours! we passed rack n road, and made one of the best purchases yet. a rack for up top. we could breath! we have needed one for years, and finally took the plunge. it was a good investment, that will get lots of use. and till next time cali!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501962947315987122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrmJmIhcrI/AAAAAAAAGoM/_FymwYFdKQw/s400/IMG_2208.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501962937088062930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrmJAB_tdI/AAAAAAAAGoE/kd6hA2lVZF4/s400/IMG_2211.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501962931922803330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrmIsygGoI/AAAAAAAAGn8/1t_AGUD9fgs/s400/IMG_2213.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501962913893879090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFrmHpoEjTI/AAAAAAAAGns/EzkT5g6eU_0/s400/IMG_2218.jpg" /></div>the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-82320262274517285252010-07-16T09:41:00.029-07:002010-08-04T11:10:53.458-07:00eight is great<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501597215461709906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFmZhMzfmFI/AAAAAAAAGnc/ajNnBKMBR8M/s400/IMG_1957.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">how do i put into words</span>, the feelings i had on this day. friday, july 16h, 2010. we had decided early on, that we would wait to baptize little p in arizona. he wanted all his family to be there, and i don't blame him. this is such a special event in someones life, i wanted it to be as memorable for him as possible. although saying, "we're baptizing him in arizona," sounds a lot easier then it really was. planning such a special thing, while out of town, can be tricky. we got the date, days before. then everything started coming together. thank goodness for my parents and helping organize the stake center and the bishopric to come conduct. i let parker choose who he wanted to speak, and pray. he made phone calls and everyone accepted their invitations. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501597209081073714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFmZg1CO0DI/AAAAAAAAGnU/4EL0_2kvTQk/s400/IMG_1952.jpg" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501597205812481058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFmZgo28DCI/AAAAAAAAGnM/Dls7a_CRnBw/s400/IMG_1959.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">the program read:</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">baptism and confirmation of parker james cummard, jr.<br />presiding: scott turner, 2nd counselor emerald bay ward bishopric<br />conducting..........................................................................................................scott turner<br />chorister.....................................................................karen gruninger, grandmother<br />pianist..........................................................................stephanie meadows, great aunt<br />opening song...............................................................................................................baptism<br />opening prayer......................................................................................mele larson, aunt<br />1st speaker..................................................................cheryl cummard, grandmother<br />baptism...................................performed by parker james cummard, sr., father<br />witness at the font.......................................cameron larson, anthony gruninger<br />interlude music........................................................................................to be announced<br />2nd speaker.................................................................wayne gruninger, grandfather<br />confirmation........................................performed by parker james cummard, sr.<br />poem...........................................................................................parker james cummard, jr.<br />closing song.............................................................................................i am a child of god<br />closing prayer...................................................................................jon cummard, uncle</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">poem recited by parker:<br /></span>choose today, by elizabeth giles<br />there are choices<br />to make today-<br />read the scriptures,<br />fast, and pray.<br />i want to do<br />what jesus would-<br />be of service,<br />be kind and good.<br />pay my tithing,<br />and tell the truth.<br />i'll choose the right<br />while in my youth.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501597191528611218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFmZfzpZfZI/AAAAAAAAGm8/Z4HvRqqQENk/s400/IMG_1963.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501597202389151762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFmZgcGwMBI/AAAAAAAAGnE/hTChBFqNn2w/s400/IMG_1962.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">the men in the confirmation</span> circle. such a great group of guys, that parker has to look up to. i am thankful to each of them for their example in his life. he looks up to each one of them, and hope he continues to look to them for leadership. i'm especially proud of parker for making the choices in his life that have kept him worthy of confirming the blessings on his son. i always wish i can remember the words that are spoken in a preisthood circle. but i think they are better when left in the circle. the feelings of emotion were heard in parker's voice, and i know touched each of us there. i'm so thankful for him and his example to me and my kids. i truly couldn't have asked for a better father for my children. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501596445777374226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFmY0ZgcrBI/AAAAAAAAGm0/B-8x3iDIaQ4/s400/IMG_1966.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">the spirit that was inside</span> that room was undeniable. i am so grateful for the opportunity we had to have a private baptism. it was so much more meaningful. nothing can compare to a room filled with those that you love most. everyone was there because they love parker. we are so proud of the decision he made to be baptized. it's the first big decision you have to make in life. the responsibilities that come with this are huge. it's a big choice, and i am so proud of him for making the right one. the prayers, and the talks were perfect. from that moment parker dunked his first born under the water, i couldn't stop the emotions. the talk grandma cheryl gave, about baptism, made complete sense. she used a TAKE 5 candy bar to help him remember why we are baptized. she explained the first name and last that he represents. and what a strong background he comes from. people look up to parker, and making the right choices may not always come easy. as long as he remembers to take 5, it can help in those trying times. grandpa wayne's talk about confirmation meant a lot to me. of course i get emotional when i see my father at a loss of words. it was a special day for him. he was the first (and only) in his family to be baptized. i was his first child to be baptized and this was his first grandchild to be baptized. what a neat thing. for all of us "firsts." <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501596441460531890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFmY0JbO4rI/AAAAAAAAGms/ymStPWkvtDo/s400/IMG_1967.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">after the baptism</span> and confirmation, we had dinner at my parents. i ordered way too less food. when i picked up the sub, shaped in an 8 i thought, dang, that will never get eaten. when i brought it to my mom's she thought otherwise. she mentioned that she didn't think it would be enough. i thought, with all the sides coming, and dessert after it will be fine. i was wrong. i'm not good at party planning. mom made another ned's run and got another 6 feet of sub's. everyone was full, and the kids of course ended up swimming in their undies. i don't know why we don't expect it. it happens any time we have a get together at my parents. parker felt good that night. he got his own set of scriptures for his birthday, with his name engraved. he got a basketball scripture case. grandma cheryl gave him a matching hymn book, with his name engraved. he picked the color blue for both. he took good care of his book of mormon he got when he entered primary, so i have no doubt he will cherish his new ones, and put them to good use. i love this boy! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501596432512124946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFmYzoFxCBI/AAAAAAAAGmk/Nqs6hniafKY/s400/IMG_1969.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501596427742969458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFmYzWUtfnI/AAAAAAAAGmc/hPW6nSdaIZY/s400/IMG_1971.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501596418753797074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFmYy01hm9I/AAAAAAAAGmU/iUmd0YzMlL0/s400/IMG_1973.jpg" />the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-46703424403146424952010-07-10T08:58:00.002-07:002010-08-04T09:41:14.030-07:00"the off year"<span style="font-size:180%;">the theme for the lebaron</span> family reunion was "the off year." the carrolls were in charge this year. we got to the cabin on tuesday and the reunion started friday night. my kids asked every day, "is today the reunion?" "how many more days?" finally on friday parker woke up and shouted, "yay today is the reunion!" it was hard not having parker there to help be here and there. but we survived. friday night is the opening to the reunion. we had an "off beat" dance party in front of the carroll's cabin. tilley was in full effect. she was doing moves i've never seen before. at one point, the crowd had made a circle around her and she was getting down. it was hilarious. she loves music, and cannot resist moving her body when she hears a beat.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFmSkfu5XMI/AAAAAAAAGmM/vCQzkOfiwdU/s1600/IMG_1929.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501589575500913858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFmSkfu5XMI/AAAAAAAAGmM/vCQzkOfiwdU/s400/IMG_1929.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">the following morning</span> is "jon/waynes breakfast." the kids love this, cus they can do it themselves. it's tin can cooking. fry 2 strips of bacon. bite a whole in your bread and put it on top of the bacon. crack the egg in the whole, and spread it around on the bread. flip, and voila. a little butter and syrup on top, and breakfast is served. this sometimes can take a while, but nobody ever complains. maybe cus it's too early. my kids especially were excited for saturday cus they got to wear their reunion shirts. our family "ties" are forever! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501589564088533330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFmSj1N-QVI/AAAAAAAAGmE/Klft-gZEXfA/s400/IMG_1930.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501589558641977410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFmSjg7aaEI/AAAAAAAAGl8/aSVGbkvhVXk/s400/IMG_1932.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501589128555213602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFmSKeuvMyI/AAAAAAAAGlk/qS017ddMIhc/s400/IMG_1937.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501589140430215618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFmSLK99WcI/AAAAAAAAGl0/T2sLWPXzRZ0/s400/IMG_1933.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501589136032194706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFmSK6lY4JI/AAAAAAAAGls/m4Lj4tnTo1M/s400/IMG_1934.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">later we did crafts</span> and watched heidi do some cooking demo's. the traditional craft is plates. i have all of parker's plates from when he was a small child, then his and mine that we did together, when it was just us. and now each of the kids get to do their own. it's a fun tradition that my kids and i look forward to. some of them are sloppy and illegible, but it's still a memory. they always have to include their name, age and year. whether mom helps them with that or not, is their choice. heidi showed us how to make these chocolate bowls, with fruit and custard inside, and fruit salsa with cinnamon chips. i missed the demo's but sure didn't miss the sampling. she is an amazing chef! saturday night is the talent show. each cabin had to perform a skit. ours was "echo canyon." of course cheryl pulled something together in a matter of minutes. it was short, thank goodness. and i made lance come be the "dad" for our family, since parker wasn't there. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501589121836881378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFmSKFs9leI/AAAAAAAAGlc/7TC7E2w5AUE/s400/IMG_1938.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501589116246553186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFmSJw4H8mI/AAAAAAAAGlU/fl3HA9hDDTE/s400/IMG_1941.JPG" /><span style="font-size:180%;">we close the reunion with</span> a testimony meeting and a dessert pot luck. the testimony meeting is always good. it's rare that i get up and bare mine, but usually one or two of my kids get brave and go up. my testimony is in my heart. the burning feeling i get deep inside is sometimes all i need. i enjoy hearing those shared by others. the spirit is always so strong at this meeting. the big 5 are amazing. each one of them i look up to for different reasons. sally is so kind and giving. she would do anything for anyone, no matter the inconvenience to her. jan is so soft spoken, but can put her foot down if needs be. she always gives me the best hugs when i see her. uncle michael, i've known for years. he is a great man, who many look up to. and this year uncle milo was missing. he was recovering from an injury. we sure did miss his sweet spirit. i see milo the least of the 5, but he sure holds a special place in my heart. he is such a tender man. he sealed parker and i almost 9 years ago, in the arizona temple. <p> </p><p>throughout the entire cabin trip, cheryl did "tickets" the kids could earn them for doing a number of things. learning a poem, memorizing the family scripture, picking up trash, doing something kind for someone, taking the garbage to the dumpster. this was such a great idea. the kids worked together to earn tickets. and at the end of the week, she had a store where they could spend them. the boys all wanted a laser pointer. it was 100 tickets. conway was just shy of 100. calee and jackson who had more than 100, gave their remaining to cons, so he could get his laser pointer too. it was so sweet. that's what cousins are for!</p>the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-46767776417934668422010-07-05T20:01:00.000-07:002010-08-04T09:40:20.474-07:00independance day<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501385013059372802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjYhZQPxwI/AAAAAAAAGi0/SiDW3Z1-KmY/s400/IMG_1921.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">the fifth of july</span> was the parade in provo. remember how horrible my sense of direction, and common sense sometimes is...well we left home in plenty of time to get to the parade. there was no rush, since we had a saved spot on center street. in provo. i had all the kids all red, white and blued out and we were on our merry way. i got off center street, and started heading east. i was shocked at how little traffic there was. i turned on center street and became confused. where were the barricades, the crowds of people, the floats and police officers on motorcycles?!? i made the dreaded phone call. i hate calling people when i'm lost. i look like a complete idiot. it's necessary on most occasions though. sure enough, i proved my stupidity by getting off on center in orem, not provo. i forgot there was two of them. of course.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501386185691816194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjZlppm4QI/AAAAAAAAGkE/tLbx69BbWDc/s400/IMG_1875.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501385747098426818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjZMHwy3cI/AAAAAAAAGj8/6ho_GsXNDVk/s400/IMG_1882.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501385738267045234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjZLm3OrXI/AAAAAAAAGj0/Bq-nxrTRQ00/s400/IMG_1885.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">we parked far,</span> in the auto zone parking lot and met parker there. i walked with the posse, a few blocks, until we were greeted by family. mele and cam also met us there, and i'm pretty sure they left 30 minutes after i did. which tells you how far out of the way i had been lost. i do better when i follow someone. i've actually done better since i've had the iphone. the google maps works like a charm. the provo parade lived up to what it had been made out to be. the weather was great (in the shade), the floats were amazing, and the atmosphere was magical! there wasn't a "missionary mall" float, but lots of byu to make up for it!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501385725825156514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjZK4g2haI/AAAAAAAAGjk/w6zdN0MZw7o/s400/IMG_1893.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501386212401239106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjZnNJoVEI/AAAAAAAAGkc/gANWA6iU3I0/s400/IMG_1899.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501386201376324658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjZmkFFfDI/AAAAAAAAGkU/BNLJbVpECDU/s400/IMG_1879.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501385734827214738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjZLaDHB5I/AAAAAAAAGjs/DbrXGllYz0s/s400/IMG_1888.jpg" /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjZnY5xtDI/AAAAAAAAGkk/r2VZQEma8cQ/s1600/IMG_1887.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501386215555970098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjZnY5xtDI/AAAAAAAAGkk/r2VZQEma8cQ/s400/IMG_1887.jpg" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501386199028813938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjZmbVZUHI/AAAAAAAAGkM/9TeJ9jfxqcs/s400/IMG_1874.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501385720774437058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjZKlsqqMI/AAAAAAAAGjc/omLELk3PqXo/s400/IMG_1900.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501385033628042930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjYil4MxrI/AAAAAAAAGjU/KVgia4fHVow/s400/IMG_1904.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">the kids did a few rides</span> and then we headed to brad and malia's for a little rest time. or not so much. we had a couple hours to kill before we went to the park to celebrate justin's birthday. we had sub's and cake and ice cream, and then hung out till nightfall. the kids needed to let some energy out, cus the following day would be a long 9.5 hours back to arizona!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501385026007004946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjYiJfM9xI/AAAAAAAAGjE/Po2sUkd3oMI/s400/IMG_1912.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501385028660138674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjYiTXwkrI/AAAAAAAAGjM/wENGF2dVhF4/s400/IMG_1907.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501385017686757282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjYhqfgD6I/AAAAAAAAGi8/txpzEdq4NpA/s400/IMG_1913.jpg" />the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-9902437661512078282010-07-04T19:10:00.004-07:002010-08-04T11:09:33.893-07:00on this date...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501372660353912546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjNSX1wzuI/AAAAAAAAGgc/IrW0ka-pfOw/s400/IMG_1869.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">...my little boy turned eight!</span> parker's day of birth is july third. every year i think "how could i have not held out a few more hours during delivery!" having my first born, on my favorite holiday would have been perfect! although, that didn't happen, parker's birthday always seems to linger onto the fourth anyway. this year the fourth was on a sunday. so fireworks in utah were on saturday, which was parker's birthday, and the parade was to be on monday. parker wanted to go see "the last air bender" for his birthday, so we all went and saw that. after the movie ended parker yelled "that's a freaking rip off." everyone around us died laughing. i'm not exactly sure what that meant, but i guess it had something to do with it being a series. parker i think thought it was a rip, cus they only showed "part" of the avatar. we walked over to the mayan adventure after. my kids have never been. the food wasn't that great, but the entertainment made up for it.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501374080538519538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjOlCcKJ_I/AAAAAAAAGhs/Lpgqg4T8izU/s400/IMG_1824.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501374101238444642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjOmPjZ8mI/AAAAAAAAGiE/1imipQJ_B_8/s400/IMG_1819.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501374515159665666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjO-Vh6jAI/AAAAAAAAGik/78UDwVrc0fE/s400/IMG_1810.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">the birthday dessert</span> was the greatest thing. a chocolate brownie thing, with ice cream and a sparkler on top. the little grin on his face says it all. it totally made him feel special. he had the attention of all the tables around us, and we all sang "happy birthday!"<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501374509478428658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjO-AXZv_I/AAAAAAAAGic/zr1oldWKsXw/s400/IMG_1813.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501374505161590498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjO9wSMBuI/AAAAAAAAGiU/Yd5Gdps-P1Y/s400/IMG_1816.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501374101956227650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjOmSOickI/AAAAAAAAGiM/ITGQN5lEUQE/s400/IMG_1817.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501374088935606658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjOlhuLiYI/AAAAAAAAGh8/uKTuZ93mTZQ/s400/IMG_1821.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501374086275410594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjOlXz8KqI/AAAAAAAAGh0/Lx6qpErxGFQ/s400/IMG_1823.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">after dinner we raced</span> to pleasant grove. ben's brother lives there, and all my family was meeting there for the pg firework show. the next best thing to stadium of fire, minus all the traffic. i really wasn't in the mood for fighting traffic all the way from provo, and it's way more fun to be with family. maile and justin, ben and julie and their kids were all there. the house couldn't have been located in a more perfect spot. we parked in the yard, we laid in the grass, and the fireworks were literally right above us! what more could a kid ask for on his birthday, but for his own firework show! lucky guy! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501373646220833650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjOLwewM3I/AAAAAAAAGhk/TyFYqUBDtjU/s400/IMG_1826.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501373645759030178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjOLuwpo6I/AAAAAAAAGhc/Dk65kIdvKok/s400/IMG_1834.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501383683749569186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjXUBMF4qI/AAAAAAAAGis/QS-yyD5_zGY/s400/IMG_1873.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">sunday in the canyon,</span> yet again. this time to celebrate the birth of my oldest child! we grilled burgers, and hot dogs, and had cupcakes. i think parker too thought this birthday would be a lonely one, being in utah. it was so nice having cooper and david here, for him to hang with. there's nothing like a fourth of july in utah. especially with all your family here. dad was the only one missing of my immediate family. i think parker felt pretty special this birthday, having so many people in town to help him celebrate. i always say this, every year he get's older. and i don't think i'll ever stop saying it. i cannot believe how old my baby is getting. 8 years ago, parker made me the happiest girl on earth! i couldn't have asked for a more perfect first born. parker is the sweetest thing. he watches over his younger siblings, and of course fights with them as well. his heart is so tender, and his smile is so contagious. he was the first grandchild to the gruninger side, and the first great grandchild to both my mom's parents and my dads. he has a special place in all of our hearts. it's been a pleasure being his mother, and i hope the proud and special moments continue as he get's older. i love this little boy! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501372684420042354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjNTxfkznI/AAAAAAAAGg0/Lfug8-4waBo/s400/IMG_1849.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501373636611606162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjOLMrvBpI/AAAAAAAAGhM/cOQQwHu14N4/s400/IMG_1838.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501372669162960226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjNS4qANWI/AAAAAAAAGgk/VWxdlI_AjCA/s400/IMG_1864.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501373628551384546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjOKuqBzeI/AAAAAAAAGhE/VmSUraZWMbU/s400/IMG_1842.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501372689276296962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjNUDlZXwI/AAAAAAAAGg8/CIeWMNgwMfM/s400/IMG_1844.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501372675115395922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjNTO1LK1I/AAAAAAAAGgs/ux1kugQ7F54/s400/IMG_1855.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">on july 15th</span> (once we were in az) grandma cheryl took parker birthday shopping. harley and casey boy also got to go, since they also have july birthday's. parker was very particular, as he always is, with what he picks out. he and cons had both wanted skateboards for their birthday's. we were waiting till we were in arizona so we could buy them from freedom. apparently parker was done waiting. so he spent $9 on one from walmart. bad idea. they ate at red robin for lunch, and then returned back to grandma karen's. later uncle garrett brought home new skate boards for both of my boys. they have been riding them around outside, trying to get good enough to brave the skate parks. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501617161270540770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFmrqMu5OeI/AAAAAAAAGnk/1Ki_waU2Khw/s400/IMG_1948.jpg" />the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-56458598921500625542010-07-02T17:11:00.006-07:002010-08-03T19:07:24.149-07:00the tilley's<div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501344462309356002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFizpB8C8eI/AAAAAAAAGc8/JPlbVWhJkRA/s400/IMG_1776.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">mele, garrett and i</span> met my mom, anthony and gg in idaho the day after my birthday. it was a very memorable trip for me and the kids. we were there for 4 days. i was sad quincy wasn't there to experience idaho, and relatives that we don't get to see much of. grandma nagai (gg) is a tilley. she was raised in burley idaho, along with her brother and sister. the tilley's have owned the road they have all once lived on, for over 100 years. i enjoyed having some one-on-one time with gg and aunt june. i love hearing about or genealogy. hearing of their backgrounds, and some of their history. i love my aunt june. she is one of the nicest ladies you will ever meet. truly. parker wanted to name tilley after aunt june. since june had only 4 letters, he then argued her last name. tilley. i admit, i didn't love it till she was born. but after our visit, i have a greater love for her name, and where it comes from and who it represents. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501349816297466610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi4grGSKvI/AAAAAAAAGgM/uQ9u6l4js_0/s400/IMG_1650.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501349807114002290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi4gI4xn3I/AAAAAAAAGgE/32b1Fewb0Jk/s400/IMG_1653.jpg" /> <span style="font-size:180%;">we stayed at </span>mike and jenny tilley's home. we took over the basement. literally. the floor was covered with little boys, and tilley and i. their house sits on the snake river. it's gorgeous. the house and the river. most days, the water was glass. the kids spend the entire day out by the dock. digging in the sand, or jumping off the dock, and floating down the river. i don't think i heard them say "i'm bored" once. i hear a lot of that at home, so it was nice for a change. uncle mike would go to work in the morning, he owns the budge car dealership in town. my uncle dick (june's husband) once owned it. i have lots of fond memories with my uncle dick. he never really said much, but the kids just flocked to him. he was a great man, as was his dad henry tilley. every time i visit burley, the smell reminds me of my uncle dick, and grandpa tilley. i remember sitting in the tractor with grandpa as a little girl. he was such a hard worker. gg had some amazing stories. of course we went through every last relatives names. picking a name for a baby is so hard. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501349425209236978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi4J6LlXfI/AAAAAAAAGf0/x1wutPFItvw/s400/IMG_1656.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501349804245953618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi4f-M-rFI/AAAAAAAAGf8/A-gyi7idwGA/s400/IMG_1654.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501349417252768882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi4JcinTHI/AAAAAAAAGfk/0qbViYEU4WY/s400/IMG_1662.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501349421816009522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi4Jtik0zI/AAAAAAAAGfs/zJD3Wkb1RKk/s400/IMG_1658.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501349410557247922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi4JDmRwbI/AAAAAAAAGfc/WePTbRaHXBA/s400/IMG_1667.jpg" /> <span style="font-size:180%;">the sunset's</span> on the snake are amazing. they put arizona's sunsets to shame. really tho. it's been since high school that i've been on a boat. i forget how much i don't love it. they scare me. my parents had jet ski's when i was younger, and those scared me. i like the shore, and the water. but it's hard for me to relax on a boat. this was the kids first time, and they loved it. and seemed to be little naturals. parker of course will try anything, and has not one ounce of fear in him. he was the first to try wake boarding, and the first to cliff jump. the others follow shortly after, but he never hesitates. it's a love/hate from a mothers stand point. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501349402684616162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi4ImRS7eI/AAAAAAAAGfU/tJmuxd7YMNo/s400/IMG_1669.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501348785247330466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi3kqIxoKI/AAAAAAAAGfM/nFSHuUYDbwY/s400/IMG_1675.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501348781814899874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi3kdWa5KI/AAAAAAAAGfE/Tz3n3eJrXFw/s400/IMG_1682.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501348775133468818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi3kEdcWJI/AAAAAAAAGe8/vFo4lUGJE0M/s400/IMG_1684.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501348771528730514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi3j3CAZ5I/AAAAAAAAGe0/EItRWWS164A/s400/IMG_1686.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">one of the day's</span> we packed lunch and went to "the ropes," it's straight out of a movie. a fairytale. huge trees over hanging the river, with a bunch of rope swings hanging from them. we docked the boat, and the kids swung...and swung. just on the shore, besides all the green grass there was a picnic table, and on the other side of the table was a potato farm. the kids thought it was a maze. they gathered all the little potatoes that were above ground. some even washed them and took a bite....and then spit them out. next to the potato farm was a wheat field. the kids ran through that. it was taller than most of the kids. it was funny to see the wheat move, and not even be able to see the tops of their heads. would be scary at night though. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501348766563878418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi3jkiSxhI/AAAAAAAAGes/sb4-AS4Dxps/s400/IMG_1694.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501347047973099266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi1_iSUlwI/AAAAAAAAGek/MKk_XYAiDuE/s400/IMG_1699.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501347044498597810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi1_VV757I/AAAAAAAAGec/AdeSbvJFJG8/s400/IMG_1705.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501347041493379202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi1_KJb6II/AAAAAAAAGeU/YYt0Dc-jX-s/s400/IMG_1711.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501347027111424290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi1-UkgsSI/AAAAAAAAGeE/qn4aoDjBIOE/s400/IMG_1717.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">the boys wake boarded</span> and wake surfed on the way back. bless uncle tony's heart. he is so patient with the kids. they all wanted to try wake surfing, so anthony gave them each a turn at it. trust me, getting little p's 70 pound butt up, isn't an easy task. tilley has the second least amount of fear of my kids. she too will try anything. we stopped at the cliff's again, and this time tilley jumped. off a 20+ foot cliff. and then did it again, and again. then someone had a stupid idea that phoebe (16 months old) needed to go off. mostly for a picture. i took her up, so mele could be in the water. once i got up there with her, i didn't know how i could do it. jumping off with her would be worse, cus we'd go deeper. going back down the cliff by foot, can be just as scary. dropping her off was the best option. she bawled after, and my heart broke. shortly after she forgave me, and we all swore we wouldn't tell her daddy what had happened. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501345582616524642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi0qPaFt2I/AAAAAAAAGd8/WpPIRq22FVA/s400/IMG_1723.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501345571655052994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi0pmkq7sI/AAAAAAAAGd0/CLaeOpnRH9k/s400/IMG_1730.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501345567477642050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi0pXAss0I/AAAAAAAAGds/AgWtKyJN8Qo/s400/IMG_1737.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501345563175170834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi0pG-6MxI/AAAAAAAAGdk/BjJ7ZAOEMN0/s400/IMG_1749.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501345557179710242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFi0owpeuyI/AAAAAAAAGdc/rL5Z2oNkIxE/s400/IMG_1752.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501344477991096114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFizp8W3TzI/AAAAAAAAGdU/Fsm-5Lzu8qU/s400/IMG_1758.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501344472214424866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFizpm1mTSI/AAAAAAAAGdM/svjKS8YeTiA/s400/IMG_1759.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501344467126914850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFizpT4pDyI/AAAAAAAAGdE/1pgQWEmhZwc/s400/IMG_1769.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">conway caught a fish</span> with his bare hands. it was nearly dead, but still...he caught it. and was so proud. he carried it around, to show everyone, and then put it back in the river. later that night we head to rupert for the 4th of july firework's. rupert and burley organize their fireworks, so they aren't on the same day. smart. the show was a bust. and afterwards we had some road rage drama. mele and i almost got in a brawl with some chica's. i'm not ok with the f bomb being dropped 5 times in front of my kids. it was bumper to bumper and we were all anxious to get home. problem was, if i didn't stay behind, and follow my family members in the car in front of me, i'd be completely lost. what's new.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501344461580876210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFizo_OXObI/AAAAAAAAGc0/Igs_PrALLS0/s400/IMG_1781.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501342978212477522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFiySpPxulI/AAAAAAAAGcs/_Smssq3QYtg/s400/IMG_1784.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501342970053109858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFiySK2bqGI/AAAAAAAAGck/m1G03E1zM1M/s400/IMG_1785.jpg" /> <span style="font-size:180%;">parker drove up </span>one night, to drop d3 off after basketball camp. he then drove right back home the next morning at 5am. i was sad he wasn't able to stay, but he at least got to experience the boring drive of prairies, got to see the snake and visit with family for a couple hours. he wanted d3 to get some lake action before he headed back to az. unfortunately the only day he was there, it was chilly, and the water was so choppy. we ate at the mexican food restaurant next too my uncle mikes dealership, just like we do every time we're in idaho. the food is "ok," doesn't compare to some of the mexican food places we have in arizona tho.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501342966260517666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFiyR8uNSyI/AAAAAAAAGcc/pw7MrHVwLr0/s400/IMG_1786.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501341852726304594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFixRIe9n1I/AAAAAAAAGcE/cxDFMBmYiJM/s400/IMG_1794.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501342954666445778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFiyRRh9y9I/AAAAAAAAGcU/gegTX17pBMs/s400/IMG_1789.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501342950091124354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFiyRAfH7oI/AAAAAAAAGcM/iBfNEqI7uj8/s400/IMG_1791.jpg" /> <span style="font-size:180%;">we finished the trip</span> off with smores. wait...that's how we started the trip too. we cooked smores over the stove every day and night. i don't love smores, but it was a social thing...and ok, with a symphony bar, it's alright. but this time it was in the pit. with the sun setting behind us. a huge thank you to my family for letting us crash for those nights. they made us feel so comfortable. it was fun visiting with uncle kent, who a couple years ago had an accident. he is an amazing man, and reminds me so much of uncle dick. he collects antiques, and took us over to see some of them. these are like antiques worth hundreds of thousands, and he knows about every single one. the name, where they came from and so forth. we met his girlfriend nikki and her boys reiff and ashton, who are so cute. the kids ran from house to house, which is so nice when on a dirt road. we had 5 buck pizza 3 times while we were there. the kids, and my favorite. went to party hardy, and cooper got the ultimate bloody nose! i guess the true finale was adam playing his violin for us. no words can describe how good this dude is. he drives an hour once a week for private lessons in salt lake. his teacher is or was a well known violinist. i didn't get pictures, just video of him. he serenaded the kids to sleep. so talented! we hope to be invited back soon. it's kinda nice only being 3 hours away, instead of 13! until next time tilley's!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501341839782872882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFixQYRAhzI/AAAAAAAAGb0/_1-a43tlNDY/s400/IMG_1801.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501341834850387554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFixQF5AxmI/AAAAAAAAGbs/KVtes9FU8ko/s400/IMG_1798.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501369374046592130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFjKTFZCnII/AAAAAAAAGgU/p5_-xhKSHjY/s400/IMG_1803.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501341842313817458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFixQhsbrXI/AAAAAAAAGb8/-KvB2yujWPE/s400/IMG_1797.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501341832287653922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFixP8WAkCI/AAAAAAAAGbk/3YBf721fM_Y/s400/IMG_1804.jpg" /></div>the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-6846562219706043252010-06-28T21:50:00.003-07:002010-08-03T09:00:09.120-07:00my last...<span style="font-size:180%;">...year in my 20's!</span> i dreaded my birthday this year, i thought it would just be me and my little family celebrating this year. i never imagined all my siblings, my mom, grandma, uncle and even some cousins would all be there with me. it was a crazy morning trying to get D3 off to basketball camp, but we did it. after delivering him and his belongings, i met up with everyone (except parker) at nicolitalia's. it's in provo, close to the Y. one of parker and my favorite pizza places. pizza has been my favorite food since i was a child. i've celebrated my birthday at oregano's for i don't know how long. they do have the best thin crust. let's be real though, i haven't tried a pizza i didn't like. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501042298427827010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeg0xwwY0I/AAAAAAAAGa8/tkxITSl3PH0/s400/IMG_1634.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501042302895173202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeg1CZ2rlI/AAAAAAAAGbE/LzKsBecI-jw/s400/IMG_1641.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">my mom wanted</span> to head to idaho, but also wanted to watch my kids, so we could go out without them that night. so she had a brilliant idea...load the mini van up with the kids, and take them with her. it was fun going out, and not having to worry about them. when parker got off work, we headed to stone ground. my very favorite pizza place in utah. i haven't ordered one thing off the menu that i haven't loved. we went 2 times in one week once. it is delicious. when we pulled into the parking lot, the car next to us had a freedom board shop sticker on the window. what!? and then inside ran into a friend from mesa. that's always fun. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501042309390388162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeg1amby8I/AAAAAAAAGbM/_1XfHI6pN10/s400/IMG_1645.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501042314413235186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeg1tT-W_I/AAAAAAAAGbU/F3Ie7j1GnkQ/s400/IMG_1648.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">we couldn't decide</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> on a dessert,</span> and it was pretty late. so we headed home for more cupcakes that mom had made. strawberry with strawberry frosting. another one of my favorite things. i too have had this cake every year for as long as i can remember. and i love when my mom makes it. i also had thought i would be making my own cake this year, which just isn't the same.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeg_H3iN5I/AAAAAAAAGbc/OOi2ZWp1jmY/s1600/IMG_1946.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501042476160530322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeg_H3iN5I/AAAAAAAAGbc/OOi2ZWp1jmY/s400/IMG_1946.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">once in az, i had </span><span style="font-size:100%;">2 dinner dates planned. em aka 628 and i share the same birthday. for the past couple years, we've either gone to lunch or dinner to celebrate us! she is the cutest thing, and it's been so fun seeing her grow up. i let em pick this year, and she chose olive garden. i wasn't about to argue. soup, salad and bread sticks dipped in alfredo. done. so fun to share my birthday with emma, can't wait for more fun birthday meals with her. it's hard to get to go out when i'm in town and parker isn't there. janea has such a busy schedule with her 5 kids, but we made it work. we went to oregano's late one night. no matter the time, it never disappoints. we had good laughs, and lots of car time after. she may have given me the best birthday gift...hand-me-down maternity clothes. stylish one's might i add! thank you friend!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501042294309280594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeg0ia0W1I/AAAAAAAAGa0/jU1ek0cbi84/s400/IMG_1950.jpg" /></span>the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-68084446670179637502010-06-27T21:30:00.006-07:002010-08-03T09:01:00.668-07:00more visitors<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501038315798320434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFedM9T41TI/AAAAAAAAGac/uDI13dzO1oc/s400/IMG_1606.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">on sunday we picked </span><span style="font-size:100%;">david 3 up from the airport. the younger boys had just finished camp at byu, and d3's week was about to begin. conway was so excited to see him! we headed to the canyon for sunday dinner, which is when we were greeted by this little girl...and her mom. the canyon is our favorite place in utah. and this time it was filled with many of our favorite people. which made it an amazing sunday. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501037964229221746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFec4fnSHXI/AAAAAAAAGZ8/iXaDIDeERag/s400/IMG_1615.jpg" /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFedNo5IRbI/AAAAAAAAGas/Blpa6KaUd00/s1600/IMG_1603.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501038327497246130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFedNo5IRbI/AAAAAAAAGas/Blpa6KaUd00/s400/IMG_1603.jpg" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501038322373095170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFedNVzb7wI/AAAAAAAAGak/mqzbUqM2MfM/s400/IMG_1604.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">gg was quite the trooper</span> this trip. her health hasn't been that great this past year, so this really was her first time away from home in a while. she needed the break more than she'd like to admit. phoebe wasn't sure what to do with all the attention she was getting. we all fought over her, and she cried with each of us. till the end of the night, which is when our faces started to become familiar. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501038309830464898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFedMnFClYI/AAAAAAAAGaU/W4OyrK8yNoU/s400/IMG_1607.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501037979062154098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFec5W3us3I/AAAAAAAAGaM/vaq83AUzaIs/s400/IMG_1610.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501037958336073426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFec4JqPztI/AAAAAAAAGZ0/hh3Nr-OfL5Y/s400/IMG_1618.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501037972342500962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFec491o7mI/AAAAAAAAGaE/HfVQ3HJbi-A/s400/IMG_1613.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501037953480090978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFec33kfZWI/AAAAAAAAGZs/1zpnUkqOIs4/s400/IMG_1620.jpg" />we "hiked" over to </span><span style="font-size:100%;">bridal falls. my kids beg every time we go to the canyon to go to nunn's, so we can go to the falls. i have to mentally prepare for wet shoes, and clothes. my fearless boys, and nephews decided they didn't want to wait for an adult and headed all the way up the falls. by the time i arrived, they were almost to the top. i knew conway wasn't coming down, unless mom or dad was with him. parker was on tilley duty, so i headed up...and up...and up. i couldn't believe how high up they were. last time we hiked up, we went maybe half the way they went this time. it was gorgeous. i loved it just as much as the boys. the view was seriously amazing! i don't think the mountains and the green could ever get old. maybe it's cus i'm so used to the brown desert. it's a nice change.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501037158378706898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFecJlljF9I/AAAAAAAAGZE/R60-eW3W1Wo/s400/IMG_1623.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501037173272629154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFecKdEiT6I/AAAAAAAAGZc/rtpO1Xii6GI/s400/IMG_1629.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501037163127267586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFecJ3RsYQI/AAAAAAAAGZM/snX_5wyg9CI/s400/IMG_1625.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501037169276034418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFecKOLrHXI/AAAAAAAAGZU/o2Mstk29PIc/s400/IMG_1628.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501037174181948674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFecKgdVbQI/AAAAAAAAGZk/w5jtMpdKotw/s400/IMG_1632.jpg" /></span>the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-39820805477624146252010-06-25T21:06:00.002-07:002010-08-02T21:18:17.990-07:00byu basketball camp<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501030975770165938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeWhtkzgrI/AAAAAAAAGYc/Q9GHC8PXfQs/s400/IMG_1596.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">my boys have always wanted</span> to do byu basketball camp. worked out great now that we live in utah. conway however, isn't old enough...and he wanted to go more than anyone. it was long days for those boys, and by the time they finished, they were pooped! it was nice having uncle lee live so close to the Y. the boys stayed monday, tuesday and wednesday night at his house, and just went with him to camp each day. wednesday night lee took them to see toy story 3, with casey. they had so much fun! the last day tony, parker, the kids and i went and watched their games. after we went to the creamery. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeWiiMKB9I/AAAAAAAAGY8/SXG-Vu-qF0M/s1600/IMG_1590.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501030989893863378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeWiiMKB9I/AAAAAAAAGY8/SXG-Vu-qF0M/s400/IMG_1590.jpg" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501030980176035570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeWh9_PvvI/AAAAAAAAGYk/GjAao2-QdLQ/s400/IMG_1597.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">my mom and gg</span> came to visit for a week. we met them at brick oven, to celebrate their arrival. it ended up being a big family affair. the more, the merrier. after dinner my mom took tilley with her, and we headed to brad & malias for games. the boys had fun playing video games while the adults played pirates dice, and had some left-over dessert. malia is in the baking semester at culinary school, so she always has good treats for us! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501030982693809602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeWiHXh7cI/AAAAAAAAGYs/BDVwX4mVAD8/s400/IMG_1598.jpg" /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeWib1xQiI/AAAAAAAAGY0/RZB3V9JIBGk/s1600/IMG_1601.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501030988189352482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeWib1xQiI/AAAAAAAAGY0/RZB3V9JIBGk/s400/IMG_1601.jpg" /></a>the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-2882874115347157292010-06-19T20:10:00.007-07:002010-08-03T09:04:11.142-07:00one week...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501018491497648994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeLLCCSk2I/AAAAAAAAGXM/JylZ7dKDa-s/s400/IMG_1568.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">...in arizona.</span> the boys wanted to go to basketball camp at mesa high. it's a 2 week session, and we would only be able to stay for one week of it. they didn't care. we drove down, played ball and drove back up. let me tell you how rough it was getting conway up at 7:30am to make it to basketball by 8. he definately loves his sleep. i had uncle tony wake him up one day, and he said, "now i know what mom has to go through every morning with me." exactly! cons loves basketball though, so although he struggled, he made it. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501019860254268786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeMatDTHXI/AAAAAAAAGXk/dPzAjrCwoWs/s400/IMG_1546.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501019866826323522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeMbFiMtkI/AAAAAAAAGX0/_W5y4LZ5Hg4/s400/IMG_1554.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501019863900838674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeMa6otWxI/AAAAAAAAGXs/45Wbc7v5KCs/s400/IMG_1549.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501019853266951106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeMaTBZG8I/AAAAAAAAGXc/YXmT6Yzu_ak/s400/IMG_1552.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501018490771640722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeLK_VMkZI/AAAAAAAAGXE/f1Jy2TeGQus/s400/IMG_1569.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">grandma cheryl took</span> conway and tilley birthday shopping. they also got measured at her house, and later got to do the money grab. grandma cheryl always takes the kids birthday shopping and to lunch. to my surprise, the kids were home after only being gone an hour. she later told me that when she asked them where they wanted to go to lunch they both said, "i'm not hungry." <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeMbcaOtoI/AAAAAAAAGX8/KWg4d66PtZg/s1600/IMG_1556.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501019872966915714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeMbcaOtoI/AAAAAAAAGX8/KWg4d66PtZg/s400/IMG_1556.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">this grandma who "doesn't babysit,"</span> got a wild hair this weekend. she decided to take the "posse" (6 year-olds) to the cabin. alone. who was more excited...the kids, or the parents? it would only be a couple days till i met them there, on our way back to utah.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501018495897079730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeLLSbMj7I/AAAAAAAAGXU/H5tYw86KLOs/s400/IMG_1566.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501018475760437858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeLKHaPymI/AAAAAAAAGW0/yAQ-rKJE2hI/s400/IMG_1572.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501016956854622514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeJxtC4WTI/AAAAAAAAGWM/5_vJSGCC7tI/s400/IMG_1576.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501016991997750370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeJzv9p7GI/AAAAAAAAGWs/enpOOYQXJZ0/s400/IMG_1587.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501016982058168354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeJzK738CI/AAAAAAAAGWk/xVRv3IOWY3A/s400/IMG_1584.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501016975272604418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeJyxqEcwI/AAAAAAAAGWc/CxI38ol2DUc/s400/IMG_1580.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501016959349457714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeJx2VsgzI/AAAAAAAAGWU/pVdC99D_BGo/s400/IMG_1579.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">uncle davy took the boys</span> up with him, the next day. and the following day, tilley, tony and i headed up north. one of the kids favorite things to do at the cabin is catch crawdads. they look like little lobsters. both days they went they caught over 70 crawdads. and ate every last one. i mean, fought over them! the dad's get just as into it as the kids do. this year they had legit crawdad poles, hand made. attached at the end of the string, on the hook, is a piece of a hot dog. grandma regulates the dogs, the kids end up eating half of them. it's such a fun past time, and for those that eat them...very rewarding. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501018484984554066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeLKpxcolI/AAAAAAAAGW8/VfZWB8xTQ0g/s400/iphone+pics+007.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">sunday afternoon </span><span style="font-size:100%;">tony, cooper and my kids...minus quincy, headed to utah. we did a little swap with cooper and quince. she wanted to stay with molly and cooper wanted to come do byu basketball camp. this trip home was a little longer than expected. after having to take a major detour from flagstaff due to a forest fire. we went all the way through tuba city, to winslow (navajo nation), and then back over. 14 hours later, at 4am, we made it. and then had to get up the next morning for basketball camp. fun.</span>the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-47989578599672307132010-06-16T20:55:00.002-07:002010-08-02T21:04:06.084-07:00summer<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501028326461127378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeUHgITutI/AAAAAAAAGYM/0Yw5iA23VRk/s400/IMG_1564.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">i always have to squeeze in</span> at least one girls night out when i come to az to visit. sometimes we have a good excuse, sometimes we don't. it happened to be summer's birthday, this time. we drove to last chance, and found a few good things. and then finished the night off at oregano's. we always have so much fun when we get together. talking about nothing really, just laughing till our stomaches hurt. miss getting together with good friends, but makes visiting even sweeter. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501028317843173698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeUHABoMUI/AAAAAAAAGYE/9OK7CGZqLOc/s400/IMG_1563.jpg" />the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-43084368787127196502010-06-12T19:53:00.005-07:002010-08-02T20:09:35.907-07:00not so "summer" fest<div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501012488745494658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeFtoCpqII/AAAAAAAAGVo/Y0Hbf9aVGbs/s400/IMG_1524.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">the weekend of orem's</span> summer fest was freezing and rainy. we ended up not going down for the carnival on friday, and debated all day saturday on going to the parade and fire works. we ended up going, obviously, and the kids didn't really seem to mind the cold at all. we were lucky to have the wrights save us a front row spot, cus it got pretty crowded. the girls favorite float was of course the one with the princesses, and the boys was the "missionary mall." mostly cus they were throwing ties out, and both my boys caught one...only in utah.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501013067961148194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeGPVybIyI/AAAAAAAAGV8/kv-LD3A9kYE/s400/IMG_1528.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501012474276523682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeFsyI-rqI/AAAAAAAAGVU/8a4x-C-bsbc/s400/IMG_1532.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501013065547243858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeGPMy54VI/AAAAAAAAGV0/m2oyTxWTIBI/s400/IMG_1536.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501012470330643026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeFsjcNUlI/AAAAAAAAGVM/s7iHluh0a8I/s400/IMG_1533.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501012480514948274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeFtJYVfLI/AAAAAAAAGVc/mWradvb9zd4/s400/IMG_1531.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501015215160486514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeIMUuo6nI/AAAAAAAAGWE/E66OKCBoiao/s400/IMG_1545.jpg" /> <span style="font-size:180%;">the lee's met us</span> in time for the fireworks. seriously, afterwards we all looked at each other and agreed that it killed any firework show we had ever seen in arizona. it went on for a good 30 minutes, and was amazing. it was pretty cold once it was dark, so the kids were bundled, and we even made a hot chocolate run to smiths...in june! crazy! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501012469394304498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TFeFsf897fI/AAAAAAAAGVE/wV2mQCW-lwA/s400/IMG_1542.jpg" /></div>the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-19112659601871122122010-06-08T09:21:00.002-07:002010-06-08T09:46:07.750-07:00big cottonwood canyon<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480439134819000498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TA5uW0QJILI/AAAAAAAAGT8/IymFRNIxH08/s400/IMG_1499.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">big cottonwood canyon</span> is gorgeous. we've been here a couple times, but once it was covered in snow, and the other time we were with people who had dogs. dogs are prohibited. at the mouth of big cottonwood canyon is where the water treatment plant is located. 24% of our drinking water comes from silver lake and the flowing water, from the melting snow. parker was dying at how fast the river was flowing. it had covered parts of paths, and was right up next to the road at some parts as well. the drive was amazing, much like most of our canyon drives. and then there were moose. parker said, "we could turn around and go home now, and i'd be happy." we pulled over and took pictures, and just stared at them. this was his first time, and mine, to ever see moose. they look so far away in the pictures, but they were really close. just off the road, in the meadow. there was a path down by them, covered in water. i said, "darn, we could have walked right up to them!" to which parker said, "they would kill you." well, ok. i don't know much about animals i guess. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480439151648198530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TA5uXy8iT4I/AAAAAAAAGUM/m6_ZiPFqBKY/s400/IMG_1503.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480439143278938562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TA5uXTxJicI/AAAAAAAAGUE/jThBSUVjXd0/s400/IMG_1501.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">we met brett and jennilyn</span> at their family cabin 8 miles into big cottonwood canyon. it's on a little private road, and is totally secluded. we made chili cheese dogs, and had sides. then roasted marshmallows. i keep thinking this meal will get old to the kids, but it hasn't yet. thank goodness...i have a freezer full of hot dogs! my kids are pyro's, they could have a fire every night. their 3 kids are the same ages as our kids, so we always have lots of crazy fun when we are together. the boys had a sleep-over at the cabin with the wrights, and parker and i, and the girls drove home, to sleep in our own beds. it's nice that it's only 15 minutes away from home. we hope to go again, for a weekend!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480439156906097538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TA5uYGiHe4I/AAAAAAAAGUU/lLhocViXE94/s400/IMG_1507.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480439560791074098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TA5uvnHzJTI/AAAAAAAAGUk/CfnDMjLoE9w/s400/IMG_1513.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480439167755847986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TA5uYu85iTI/AAAAAAAAGUc/zuqZ9KuaJLY/s400/IMG_1510.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480439567941547522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TA5uwBwmtgI/AAAAAAAAGUs/IzKn6hv2Hog/s400/IMG_1518.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480439574241458210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TA5uwZOnuCI/AAAAAAAAGU0/s0CUgzNVv_E/s400/IMG_1519.jpg" /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TA5uwkWPSiI/AAAAAAAAGU8/5RzND7MUplQ/s1600/IMG_1523.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480439577226201634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TA5uwkWPSiI/AAAAAAAAGU8/5RzND7MUplQ/s400/IMG_1523.jpg" /></a>the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-89937028100417487272010-06-07T09:15:00.002-07:002010-06-07T09:28:42.331-07:00squaw peak<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480066493392229554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TA0bcOwqFLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/eisMwz5sYjc/s400/IMG_1487.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">we had another fun sunday</span> at provo canyon. the wrights and friends, and the lee's met us there. we had hot dogs and sides, and later s'mores. the kids climbed trees, and got stuck, got soaking wet in the water by the sand volleyball courts, and rode their razors down big hills. we were so glad sarah, lee and casey were able to come. casey looks so much better since the accident. his face is almost all healed! it's still sad to see him in his body cast, having to lay/sit there while the others run around. breaks my heart. one week went by fast, i'm sure the other 3 will as well. after provo canyon we drove up squaw peak. the views were seriously like nothing i've ever seen before. the drop off literally took my breath away. i had to keep reminding parker to keep his eyes on the road only. it was super windy, and we could see a storm rolling in. we went all the way to the top of "make out mountain" and got out for a few. the kids pointed out the temples they could see, and of course all the couples cuddling. it was so worth it to drive up. quincy's hair was out of control with the curls and the wind. she was the one that got sopping wet...if you can't tell, wait...she was the one that got stuck in the tree too. Quince! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480066497933360962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TA0bcfrWP0I/AAAAAAAAGTU/f-le41555Jw/s400/IMG_1491.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480066499282872562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TA0bcktGKPI/AAAAAAAAGTc/bQ0XTQfloI4/s400/IMG_1493.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480066517408945426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TA0bdoOsFRI/AAAAAAAAGTk/hd4DgGV9USE/s400/IMG_1495.jpg" /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TA0bjr5A7sI/AAAAAAAAGT0/4EY18eY7AoY/s1600/IMG_1497.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480066621470994114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TA0bjr5A7sI/AAAAAAAAGT0/4EY18eY7AoY/s400/IMG_1497.jpg" /></a>the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642193711435192861.post-42201196957191251792010-06-03T19:26:00.008-07:002010-06-03T20:25:21.148-07:00so long...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478745589800906258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhqFhbSLhI/AAAAAAAAGSk/6PW9oKxHryc/s400/IMG_1268.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">...sandy elementary, 2010.</span> hello summer! i have been counting down the days till "summer," <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">cus</span> it wasn't official till <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">parker's</span> last day. which was today. the weather has been gorgeous, 70-80 degrees all week long. i couldn't be happier. last week we met at the school, and walked with the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">kindergartners</span> to the park. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">quincy</span> had her p party, and they did their piggy opera performance. she loves to sing, and has a great memory when it comes to lyrics. the kids played on the playground for a little bit and we walked back to the school. then they had pizza, soda pop, popcorn and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">popsicles</span>. it was also spirit week, and they had fun dressing crazy all week long. it happened to be crazy hair day the day of their performance, which may explain all the funny hair do's. quincy wanted to ride the bus home, so instead of checking her out early we met her there. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478745595471995618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhqF2jYIuI/AAAAAAAAGSs/3Mt6V0mPHVw/s400/IMG_1262.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478745598087415282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhqGAS8RfI/AAAAAAAAGS0/nbOjCQHCYBs/s400/IMG_1260.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478744679835496114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhpQjin7rI/AAAAAAAAGSc/q2mItG1C00Q/s400/IMG_1271.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478744673408273074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhpQLmQSrI/AAAAAAAAGSU/EMWOzdGOOB0/s400/IMG_1274.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">the school carnival</span> was a blast. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">quincy</span> wanted to go right at 4, so she could throw a pie at her teachers face. her and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">parker</span> both tried and missed. we got food first, nachos and soda pop. i love nachos, and so do my kids. i love kid food, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> not into fancy. they did however also have a little taco stand with home made tamales, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">carne</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">asada</span> tacos. when <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">parker</span> got there, we had round two of dinner. he will never pass up a little taco stand. even if it's on the side of the road. "those are the best ones," he says. and it reminds us of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">az</span>. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478744663248214866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhpPlv6G1I/AAAAAAAAGSM/KiDp2cr1O58/s400/IMG_1418.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478744649863589602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhpOz4w7uI/AAAAAAAAGR8/8G60QKuz8Ss/s400/IMG_1422.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">quincy</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">parker</span> both performed</span> at their scheduled times. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">quincy</span> sang all the words, while she danced. we laughed so hard while <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">parker</span> did the chicken dance. because he was wearing his snow boots, and because he was so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">embarrassed</span> to do the end part where he had to lock arms with a girl. gross, cooties!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478742748927624338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhngKWUBJI/AAAAAAAAGR0/RTS1wYCCTSY/s400/IMG_1429.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478742738209596034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhnfia74oI/AAAAAAAAGRs/VgVpAzyI05M/s400/IMG_1432.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478741868945825650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhms8KTX3I/AAAAAAAAGRE/Owfa9MQjXmo/s400/IMG_1444.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478742725168374434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhnex1qoqI/AAAAAAAAGRU/jB9g3ikA_Tc/s400/IMG_1441.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478741871361761282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhmtFKToAI/AAAAAAAAGRM/SZZbrva2T-U/s400/IMG_1443.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">the face painting was a joke.</span> it was a bunch of kids running the booth. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">quincy</span> asked for a dog, and she looks like a bunny or something. and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">tilley</span> wanted 2 flowers, and the little boy that did it, had to start over 3 times. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">quincy's</span> itched her face, so it didn't last any way. good thing we waited in line for a good 30 minutes. oh well, every carnival has to have it, and every little girl wants to get it done. after that they hit up every craft booth possible. and since <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error">tilley</span> likes to roam, and i didn't bring a stroller, i had to stick with the girls. after 5 minutes of being here, i go in panic mode after <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error">tilley</span> has strayed away from my side while giving the boys the rules. i hear over the speakers, "a little girl, with cute pigtails, probably 2 years old, with a pink dress on, says her name is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error">shelly</span>, is lost and is at the sound booth." i tell the other 3 not to move and make a mad dash for my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error">tilley</span> monster. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478742737111528402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhnfeVIs9I/AAAAAAAAGRk/EvRtTOq4LO4/s400/IMG_1434.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478742731709839154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhnfKNRdzI/AAAAAAAAGRc/22Tj4XZszzI/s400/IMG_1436.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">pie eating contest,</span> or whip cream eating contest was a bust. there were some big dudes in this contest. my little cons didn't stand a chance. then <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error">quincy</span> did the watermelon eating contest, and since she's missing half her teeth it was more for fun. and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error">cus</span> she loves watermelon. each age group did a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">potato</span> sac race. which took me back to my childhood and our <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error">july's</span> spent in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error">canada</span>. the 24<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error">july</span> is their <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Independence</span> day celebration, and i remember doing the sac races, and kicking all the boys trash. my dad's head was always held high after the sac and the 3 legged races.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478741864460091858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhmsrc0gdI/AAAAAAAAGQ8/zGY1yjvnzQ0/s400/IMG_1449.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478741854560688754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhmsGknmnI/AAAAAAAAGQ0/oyLuD8IQX0k/s400/IMG_1466.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478739974781416610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhk-r2UNKI/AAAAAAAAGPc/w0uzeFzz2uw/s400/IMG_1471.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478741850222835490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhmr2aZNyI/AAAAAAAAGQs/lWChlheIEO4/s400/IMG_1469.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">kindergarten graduation.</span> they performed a good 15 songs and dances. it was cute, but long. by the end you could tell all the little kids were tired. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error">quincy</span> went from shouting, for everyone in the back row to hear, to whispering, or moving her lips. it was her last day of school, and she was so excited when her teacher wore the apple necklace she had given her days before. she again opted for her last bus ride home. and she is officially a first grader! my kids are getting so old!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478739986354142146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhk_W9d-8I/AAAAAAAAGPs/M2bFKXnWqdo/s400/IMG_1477.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478739982540832626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhk_IwTf3I/AAAAAAAAGPk/Cc8g0TkmeTg/s400/IMG_1473.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478739994297700162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhk_0jXD0I/AAAAAAAAGP0/-rQmKSnGke4/s400/IMG_1479.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">coach pitch season</span> should have ended last week. they have so many make up games from all the times they were rained out. we still have a couple more to go, and it's so nice out that we can actually enjoy sitting and watching. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error">parker</span> has such a good solid hit every time. he does great at short stop too. he actually gets the game, which most of the kids out there don't have a clue. he has had so much fun, we cant wait to get him on a better <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">league</span> next season. till then, we're ready for swimming and sun tans!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478740003147471378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWPn6S67DgE/TAhlAVhT2hI/AAAAAAAAGP8/F5ExthB-Js8/s400/IMG_1482.jpg" />the cummard familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385459827495775230noreply@blogger.com