<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171</id><updated>2011-10-08T08:03:53.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Miracle &amp; Wonder</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-1694195502572615315</id><published>2011-08-31T18:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T18:56:11.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy, Happy Birthday Regan, Dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My oldest is older (let's not even talk about what that makes me...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regan amazing us daily with her&amp;nbsp;intelligence, wit, kindness, sensitivity, and, of course, her fashion sense. &amp;nbsp;She has really become my go-to girl with my busy school schedule. &amp;nbsp;There's not much she can't do. &amp;nbsp;She cooks, she cleans, she makes up games for her and her sister to play for hours...I aspire to be more like her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Regan. &amp;nbsp;You are loved more than we can ever explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is an interview I admit to totally, unashamedly ripping off the idea, wording and even design for, so thank you, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/susanleggett/5728973346/in/set-72157626271868687/"&gt;Susie Leggett and Tristan!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Click (I hope) to make it big enough to read!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ddhg3xLXpM/Tl7XYP2k9bI/AAAAAAAABJk/xsKdt08V4aQ/s1600/Regan%2527s+9-year+interview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ddhg3xLXpM/Tl7XYP2k9bI/AAAAAAAABJk/xsKdt08V4aQ/s320/Regan%2527s+9-year+interview.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And, lastly, a few shots from the family birthday party on Sunday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The cake she chose, which was actually a two-layer brownie completely covered in candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XqKN9rowxkY/Tl7XtOrw1oI/AAAAAAAABJo/6Pr_pvog0U8/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XqKN9rowxkY/Tl7XtOrw1oI/AAAAAAAABJo/6Pr_pvog0U8/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The birthday girl blowing out the candles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1RBtReoTMhA/Tl7Xxer3MWI/AAAAAAAABJs/EvwXn_6w40E/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1RBtReoTMhA/Tl7Xxer3MWI/AAAAAAAABJs/EvwXn_6w40E/s320/007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-1694195502572615315?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1694195502572615315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=1694195502572615315&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1694195502572615315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1694195502572615315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-happy-birthday-regan-dear.html' title='Happy, Happy Birthday Regan, Dear'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ddhg3xLXpM/Tl7XYP2k9bI/AAAAAAAABJk/xsKdt08V4aQ/s72-c/Regan%2527s+9-year+interview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-3123731971783819324</id><published>2011-06-22T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T23:31:13.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick as Lightning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jeff and I&amp;nbsp;L-O-V-E&amp;nbsp;lightning storms. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When we first moved to Arizona we used to get amazing storms during the monsoon season and Jeff and I (no kids yet) would open the blinds and pull a couch up to our big picture window and sit all evening watching the lightning. &amp;nbsp;Tonight, after we had put the girls to bed we noticed some lightening starting over the Boise area. &amp;nbsp;The storm surrounded us in all directions, but we just had some (thankfully) cool breezes. &amp;nbsp;We got the girls out of bed, and spent an hour enjoying the light show in the backyard and teaching Regan and Hadyn how beautiful a storm can be. &amp;nbsp;It was spectacular! &amp;nbsp;Jeff got some amazing photos and a video I thought I'd post to make all you non-Idahoans a wee bit jealous...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9P3WSjkqC4/TgLNNIhIu4I/AAAAAAAABIk/0vCEbh2W1H8/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9P3WSjkqC4/TgLNNIhIu4I/AAAAAAAABIk/0vCEbh2W1H8/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w5HYV_VHbc8/TgLNROTtWCI/AAAAAAAABIo/Pg8-MaIPH_U/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w5HYV_VHbc8/TgLNROTtWCI/AAAAAAAABIo/Pg8-MaIPH_U/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqUZgEYAkBg/TgLNUXWTXzI/AAAAAAAABIs/L1Vp8se32vI/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqUZgEYAkBg/TgLNUXWTXzI/AAAAAAAABIs/L1Vp8se32vI/s320/039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls on the grass watching the sky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhYhiHT7Pos/TgLNXYDaw5I/AAAAAAAABIw/zhRYT_YyKkw/s1600/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhYhiHT7Pos/TgLNXYDaw5I/AAAAAAAABIw/zhRYT_YyKkw/s320/061.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--B3X3UD432E/TgLNaChYMBI/AAAAAAAABI0/eoiaf0NWBGw/s1600/066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--B3X3UD432E/TgLNaChYMBI/AAAAAAAABI0/eoiaf0NWBGw/s320/066.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e85c4a35d220aa9a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De85c4a35d220aa9a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85FC130562C48D00F9F91283DB70AB55EBF8DB92.6744ABF22ECBFF71056B536C6A2735CB89280361%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De85c4a35d220aa9a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1RwmqJlFxoodqR_dMamPdKvAUuw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De85c4a35d220aa9a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85FC130562C48D00F9F91283DB70AB55EBF8DB92.6744ABF22ECBFF71056B536C6A2735CB89280361%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De85c4a35d220aa9a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1RwmqJlFxoodqR_dMamPdKvAUuw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I think it is safe to say that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Luke &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Family&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;L-O-V-E-S lightning storms!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-3123731971783819324?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3123731971783819324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=3123731971783819324&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3123731971783819324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3123731971783819324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2011/06/quick-as-lightning.html' title='Quick as Lightning'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9P3WSjkqC4/TgLNNIhIu4I/AAAAAAAABIk/0vCEbh2W1H8/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-2690949254545702613</id><published>2011-06-20T18:03:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T18:51:47.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love Daddy, Yesiree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jeff, &amp;nbsp;Happy Father's Day to one of the best dad's I know. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You are surrounded by girls and all that goes with that,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and you are such a great sport. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You work 24/7 to make our home nicer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and our family more functional and happy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You never say no when the girls want you to ride bikes, play soccer, etc.,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;even when I know the list of things you need&amp;nbsp;to get done. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Being married to you makes me want to be a better person and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;being a parent with you makes me want to be a better mom. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank You. &amp;nbsp;You deserve more than one day a year of being&amp;nbsp;celebrated. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Maria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-34UGScIpqsY/Tf_bZE111YI/AAAAAAAABH8/Dqa3Zhq0Se8/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-34UGScIpqsY/Tf_bZE111YI/AAAAAAAABH8/Dqa3Zhq0Se8/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCIm5UH1zMw/Tf_bdXJyQxI/AAAAAAAABIA/w8shfezkz_8/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCIm5UH1zMw/Tf_bdXJyQxI/AAAAAAAABIA/w8shfezkz_8/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dear Dad, I love you so much. &amp;nbsp;Thanks for being the best dad ever. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for teaching me how to ski. &amp;nbsp;I like it when you let me go build with you on the swings and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;From your daughter, Hadyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzIJJ6VbUxQ/Tf_bzhs3CiI/AAAAAAAABII/J1DyhWu4V20/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzIJJ6VbUxQ/Tf_bzhs3CiI/AAAAAAAABII/J1DyhWu4V20/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9IWfM1W2l94/Tf_b7qcas7I/AAAAAAAABIM/8Mn5uvXDjfM/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9IWfM1W2l94/Tf_b7qcas7I/AAAAAAAABIM/8Mn5uvXDjfM/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yo, Daddy-o, thanks for being the best dad ever. &amp;nbsp;Thanks for teaching me how to build stuff. &amp;nbsp;I like that you taught me how to play checkers. &amp;nbsp;Thanks for doing all the stuff you do for our family. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for building all of the things that we use a lot, like the swing set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Regan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JMvg9GKakZw/Tf_cLfwSWNI/AAAAAAAABIQ/qjPAKEpDcH0/s1600/Reagan+%25287%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JMvg9GKakZw/Tf_cLfwSWNI/AAAAAAAABIQ/qjPAKEpDcH0/s320/Reagan+%25287%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, JEFF. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WE LOVE YOU.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-2690949254545702613?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2690949254545702613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=2690949254545702613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2690949254545702613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2690949254545702613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-love-daddy-yesiree.html' title='We Love Daddy, Yesiree'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-34UGScIpqsY/Tf_bZE111YI/AAAAAAAABH8/Dqa3Zhq0Se8/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-7612031272520467546</id><published>2011-06-16T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T10:50:02.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summing up six months in one post...priceless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, my last post was exactly one day before I went back to college full-time for the first time in too many years to count. &amp;nbsp;I got accepted into Boise State's nursing program and began working toward my BS-RN. &amp;nbsp;I had a great semester, learned a lot (including that I could actually keep up with all those young&amp;nbsp;whippersnappers), and really leaned on all my family and friends for support. &amp;nbsp;Sadly, the blog was moved pretty far down on the to-do list and never got to-done. &amp;nbsp;So, in no particular order, since moving photos around on blogger is really more hassle than it is worth, here is the Cliff's Notes version of the last six months of the Luke Family Chronicles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are on the BYU campus in Provo. &amp;nbsp;Our lovely neice, Rachel, was a freshman this year and so we stopped to say hi. &amp;nbsp;She took us on a tour of campus, her dorm, and we were all able to attend the Karl Bloch exhibit, which was amazing. &amp;nbsp;Now, my girls, trained since birth to be Vandals, want to go to BYU...I'm still working through that one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-45oHgRo2jp0/TfouWcWWRVI/AAAAAAAABHI/P-m9k6Nn0Oo/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-45oHgRo2jp0/TfouWcWWRVI/AAAAAAAABHI/P-m9k6Nn0Oo/s320/030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the mouths (or markers) of babes... &amp;nbsp;Hadyn's artwork pretty much sums up my last few months...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2015e0CcUBs/TfoueIncGGI/AAAAAAAABHM/n6lPAp--YGE/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2015e0CcUBs/TfoueIncGGI/AAAAAAAABHM/n6lPAp--YGE/s320/042.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More soccer. &amp;nbsp;Both girls played in the city soccer program, and loved it. &amp;nbsp;Hadyn had already played a little, plus she was part of the youngest group, so she jumped in at the same level as the rest of her team. &amp;nbsp;Regan, being 8, was on a team of kids who had already played for years, so she was a bit behind. &amp;nbsp;She worked every night in the back yard on dribbling, kicking, everything. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes alone, sometimes with her dad. &amp;nbsp;She became one of the team leaders in skills (my unbiased opinion) and learned that if you work hard it pays off. &amp;nbsp;We were proud of both girls. &amp;nbsp;Neither of them can wait for Fall soccer to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ojoxbh5nrAs/TfouvVeMc5I/AAAAAAAABHU/nf7Xa-_QkgQ/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ojoxbh5nrAs/TfouvVeMc5I/AAAAAAAABHU/nf7Xa-_QkgQ/s320/034.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Regan and Hadyn both participated in the Capital Classic this year. &amp;nbsp;Regan ran it a &lt;a href="http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/06/capitol-classic.html"&gt;few years ago&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;They both brought friends, and between them and their friends, were the sole participants from Middleton in the race. &amp;nbsp;Way to represent! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--a5xCDzpg4E/Tfou9iSuBxI/AAAAAAAABHc/q7a6V7SWu4M/s1600/Hadyn.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--a5xCDzpg4E/Tfou9iSuBxI/AAAAAAAABHc/q7a6V7SWu4M/s320/Hadyn.png" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FJqbDuWiTgc/Tfou-rT3VgI/AAAAAAAABHg/iriik_oyeeY/s1600/Regan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FJqbDuWiTgc/Tfou-rT3VgI/AAAAAAAABHg/iriik_oyeeY/s320/Regan.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Each spring our entire town (at least the cool people) participates in "Middleton Unplugged". &amp;nbsp;Everyone gives up TV, computer games, cell phone games, etc. for an entire month. &amp;nbsp;There are&amp;nbsp;activities&amp;nbsp;every night to take the place of being plugged in, parades, games, spa days, etc. &amp;nbsp;It's really cool. &amp;nbsp;Regan and Hadyn signed up for the challenge and made it the entire month without watching TV, etc. &amp;nbsp;They posted signs all over the house to remind them to not watch/play. &amp;nbsp;This is a particularly specific one reminding them not to watch anyone watch TV. &amp;nbsp;The bottom arrow pointing to the picture should say, "a screen".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jAcKQ_ZqPBg/TfovCQRMZJI/AAAAAAAABHk/_FYO7TlQsyQ/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jAcKQ_ZqPBg/TfovCQRMZJI/AAAAAAAABHk/_FYO7TlQsyQ/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I even missed documenting birthdays. &amp;nbsp;Hadyn turned 6. &amp;nbsp;She wanted donuts instead of a cake. &amp;nbsp;I was more than happy to oblige. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HdhnFAMGcgg/TfovHRNGcBI/AAAAAAAABHo/bcpSVDhSInQ/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HdhnFAMGcgg/TfovHRNGcBI/AAAAAAAABHo/bcpSVDhSInQ/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeff turned...well, Jeff had a birthday. &amp;nbsp;I don't even have pictures of him with the cake, but here he is with lots of help opening his presents...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SrOTQ_NSj8c/TfovMFJM6eI/AAAAAAAABHs/sW4YmXy1Mz0/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SrOTQ_NSj8c/TfovMFJM6eI/AAAAAAAABHs/sW4YmXy1Mz0/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TnxsgMh5dwM/TfovRs9plvI/AAAAAAAABHw/AKb7qNrLe34/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TnxsgMh5dwM/TfovRs9plvI/AAAAAAAABHw/AKb7qNrLe34/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_PaHM308m0Q/TfovWQ7r9zI/AAAAAAAABH0/-nSrLcs25V8/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_PaHM308m0Q/TfovWQ7r9zI/AAAAAAAABH0/-nSrLcs25V8/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lastly, here I am with my clinical group. &amp;nbsp;We rocked clinicals, and it was a fun group. &amp;nbsp;Next semester I have 20+ hours a week of clinicals, so I hope they go as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6OWUEtlYwP8/TfovY3UPquI/AAAAAAAABH4/n9JEACS_49I/s1600/1st+Sem+Clinical+Group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6OWUEtlYwP8/TfovY3UPquI/AAAAAAAABH4/n9JEACS_49I/s320/1st+Sem+Clinical+Group.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you enjoyed the brief synopsis. &amp;nbsp;I missed a lot, I know, but hopefully now I can do better at staying caught up. &amp;nbsp;Happy summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-7612031272520467546?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/7612031272520467546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=7612031272520467546&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/7612031272520467546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/7612031272520467546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2011/06/summing-up-six-months-in-one.html' title='Summing up six months in one post...priceless...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-45oHgRo2jp0/TfouWcWWRVI/AAAAAAAABHI/P-m9k6Nn0Oo/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-3699117370780449251</id><published>2011-01-15T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T20:06:35.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hadyn's First Soccer Game</title><content type='html'>Today Hadyn played in her first soccer game. She had never played soccer before (except for her first practice that was the night before the game). Here she is with her first official sports uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TTJgfHoXF7I/AAAAAAAABEc/Q1IbcJYrp1Y/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TTJgfHoXF7I/AAAAAAAABEc/Q1IbcJYrp1Y/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadyn did awesome and scored a goal! That's pretty impressive since there were only a handful of goals scored the whole game. I didn't get her goal on video, but I got one of her near misses. She had a couple bounce off the post or get stopped by the goalie. She has a great time, and can't wait until the next game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ff96d0bc7f60f4a1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dff96d0bc7f60f4a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3409D8B0ED2DF6BF35C98E718A1C2CA82A9E8A59.1FA774CA726986D1B669DE4CF67313BBD2CB8DB0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dff96d0bc7f60f4a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdxY4IW79-Ql3cx4ob1hM-fwy-YE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dff96d0bc7f60f4a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3409D8B0ED2DF6BF35C98E718A1C2CA82A9E8A59.1FA774CA726986D1B669DE4CF67313BBD2CB8DB0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dff96d0bc7f60f4a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdxY4IW79-Ql3cx4ob1hM-fwy-YE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-3699117370780449251?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3699117370780449251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=3699117370780449251&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3699117370780449251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3699117370780449251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2011/01/hadyns-first-soccer-game.html' title='Hadyn&apos;s First Soccer Game'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TTJgfHoXF7I/AAAAAAAABEc/Q1IbcJYrp1Y/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-7741830903353505826</id><published>2011-01-09T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T09:39:02.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What We Did Over Christmas Vacation, by the Luke's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh December, we will miss you and all the magic you fill our home with. &amp;nbsp;The girls had the long school break, of course, and Jeff was able to take most of the month off which was so fun. &amp;nbsp;We got to go to the Middleton Christmas Celebration (yes, they said Christmas...I love living in a small town!!) where we watched a parade, ate cookies, drank cocoa, took part in the tree lighting, and, of course, visited with Santa. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TSnhHb14SjI/AAAAAAAABEI/s0k39VwbCiQ/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TSnhHb14SjI/AAAAAAAABEI/s0k39VwbCiQ/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls made many a gingerbread or graham cracker house between church and school. &amp;nbsp;Here are their creations from Regan's Achievement Day activity. &amp;nbsp;It's a group in our church for girls 8-11. &amp;nbsp;Hadyn doesn't qualify, but when her mom is one of the leaders she gets to participate. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TSnhMrAOwaI/AAAAAAAABEM/LwvRDl4lbeA/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TSnhMrAOwaI/AAAAAAAABEM/LwvRDl4lbeA/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made our lanterns for Santa. &amp;nbsp;We have made these each Christmas Eve since Regan was born. &amp;nbsp;It's just four gingerbread walls held together with royal icing. &amp;nbsp;Each of us creates one of the walls and we use hard candies to make the stain-glass windows. &amp;nbsp;Our lantern gets lit right before the girls go to bed on Christmas Eve, and helps Santa find our house. &amp;nbsp;It works. &amp;nbsp;He's never missed us yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TSnhP5Z2yoI/AAAAAAAABEQ/cyNxBFZQpY0/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TSnhP5Z2yoI/AAAAAAAABEQ/cyNxBFZQpY0/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hadyn has become family scribe. &amp;nbsp;She loves to write reminder notes, cards, lists, etc. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure I've picked up 100's of her memos over the past month, and I'm sure I've been irritated at the volume of paper she leaves all over the house, but then sometimes, like yesterday, when I had mountains of things to accomplish and only a molehill of time to do it in, I find this propped up on my kitchen counter, and all the clutter is forgotten:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TSnhVeLjVRI/AAAAAAAABEU/h42a6q4c5gw/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TSnhVeLjVRI/AAAAAAAABEU/h42a6q4c5gw/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TSnhZ4_26LI/AAAAAAAABEY/9IXsXM1asuY/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TSnhZ4_26LI/AAAAAAAABEY/9IXsXM1asuY/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man, I love that girl...maybe she could give some love note tips/reminders to her father... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-7741830903353505826?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/7741830903353505826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=7741830903353505826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/7741830903353505826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/7741830903353505826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-we-did-over-christmas-vacation-by.html' title='What We Did Over Christmas Vacation, by the Luke&apos;s'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TSnhHb14SjI/AAAAAAAABEI/s0k39VwbCiQ/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-6023956994244716130</id><published>2010-12-12T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T15:28:11.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy Days, Crazy Weather, Air Hockey, and Random Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We have really been enjoying this winter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Hadyn all geared up for fun after the first big storm and Regan with the first snowman of the year. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVEoN0MiaI/AAAAAAAABDE/L4391xQHeP0/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVEoN0MiaI/AAAAAAAABDE/L4391xQHeP0/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVEF0TRJEI/AAAAAAAABC4/9Yf7VtcK11I/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVEF0TRJEI/AAAAAAAABC4/9Yf7VtcK11I/s320/007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fog out here has been crazy, some real pea soup. &amp;nbsp;I don't know if Boise has been this fogged in this year or if it's just Middleton, but this is a pretty standard morning for us. &amp;nbsp;Normally you can see barns and cows out there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVEK57p5NI/AAAAAAAABC8/ZaGbDEtPDWM/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVEK57p5NI/AAAAAAAABC8/ZaGbDEtPDWM/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kept meaning to post this sign Hadyn made for me after I got admitted to BSU's nursing program. &amp;nbsp;She's such a cutie. &amp;nbsp;I probably should have corrected her that I am still two years away from being a nurse, but I really just smiled and enjoyed it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVEULH93hI/AAAAAAAABDA/Wx2pZ93adI0/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVEULH93hI/AAAAAAAABDA/Wx2pZ93adI0/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last week we made the trip into the big city of Boise because I (hold your applause) SCORED a full-size, fully operational air hockey table off of Freecycle!!! &amp;nbsp;Could that be any cooler? &amp;nbsp;We have spent many an evening and afternoon in the garage working on our skills, and as the girls say, learning our angles. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVFseMyWKI/AAAAAAAABDk/C9hqYkvGW34/s1600/060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVFseMyWKI/AAAAAAAABDk/C9hqYkvGW34/s320/060.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, since we were already down there, we stopped by the Capitol building to see the tree and walk around. &amp;nbsp;I do not think there is a prettier state capitol building than ours. &amp;nbsp;I haven't been to the capitol since they finished renovating it. &amp;nbsp;It was awesome to see the old photos of all the past sessions of the Senate, here is the 33rd Session and my Great-Grandpa, H.T. Moss. &amp;nbsp;I know you're thinking, "what a looker", to which I must reply, "of course, where do you think I got my dashing looks from?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVFKFArT6I/AAAAAAAABDM/MrTTZ0LC7PM/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVFKFArT6I/AAAAAAAABDM/MrTTZ0LC7PM/s320/019.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVFCl_EGCI/AAAAAAAABDI/8qxk7FKnkgc/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVFCl_EGCI/AAAAAAAABDI/8qxk7FKnkgc/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeff checking out Boise from above. &amp;nbsp;This is just behind the senate chambers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVFO6RqAEI/AAAAAAAABDQ/eCjiK5oP3Ko/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVFO6RqAEI/AAAAAAAABDQ/eCjiK5oP3Ko/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hadyn striking a pose and looking very fashionable. &amp;nbsp;A future senator...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVFTa1KsoI/AAAAAAAABDU/BOCSgzLt1-g/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVFTa1KsoI/AAAAAAAABDU/BOCSgzLt1-g/s320/038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Luke family in front of the Poinsettia tree in the basement level of the rotunda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVFa6M68JI/AAAAAAAABDY/yMzIIanQ6HA/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVFa6M68JI/AAAAAAAABDY/yMzIIanQ6HA/s320/051.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking up. &amp;nbsp;Isn't this gorgeous!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVFg_OCFGI/AAAAAAAABDc/Filvzh--iWo/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVFg_OCFGI/AAAAAAAABDc/Filvzh--iWo/s320/052.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A close up of the tree...I spy with my little eye, something cute and red-headed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVF4fFEPEI/AAAAAAAABDo/F67J3xr2Pbk/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVF4fFEPEI/AAAAAAAABDo/F67J3xr2Pbk/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And here we have Idaho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Winning her way to fame....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;(for you poor, neglected friends out there from other states, that's from our state song...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-6023956994244716130?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/6023956994244716130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=6023956994244716130&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/6023956994244716130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/6023956994244716130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/12/snowy-days-crazy-weather-air-hockey-and.html' title='Snowy Days, Crazy Weather, Air Hockey, and Random Catching Up'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TQVEoN0MiaI/AAAAAAAABDE/L4391xQHeP0/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-9060248126790201845</id><published>2010-11-28T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:01:23.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want for Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In order to show that the Luke family (at least two of them) have already completely accepted the commercial side of this Christmas season, I present to you Regan and Hadyn's Christmas Wish Lists...get comfy...I'll add my own thoughts in parentheses and keep the original spelling, because it's just so cute).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hadyn:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice Cream Maker (we already have 3)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dipindots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beard-a-Bear (I think Build-a-Bear, but Beard-a-Bear sounds like an interesting take on it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pendo (I have no idea)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gttre (Got nothin')&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doggy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EZE Bac Micwav (EasyBake Microwave)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liv Doll&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fla Scen TV (Flat Screen TV...I got my first flat screen TV when I was...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gogo (I'm not sure what this is)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IPod in blue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laptop in pink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ITuch in Green&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kitty that's&amp;nbsp;brown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nal Polish that's sparkly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DSI&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stilish clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A room with food in the room (We never let her leave the kitchen with food. &amp;nbsp;Apparently she's tired of that).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dollhouse bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trning rack with clothes (turning rack, I guess like in stores)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dollhouse and dolls with furniture with it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Justice dance shirt and pants (FYI, Regan loves the store Justice, you'll see that as you read along)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liv doll&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flip Flop slippers, pink, Justice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Justice sequin jeans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jo-Ann kids sewing machine (my mom would be proud)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dip'n Dots maker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I-Pod or I-Phone (what!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Justice sandstone skinny cords (skinny underlined)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Puppy! (exclamation point included...both girls asked for this, and both girls literally climb up my body if they even see a real dog)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clay Pepperoni (I'm not sure what this is)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barbie video girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scrabble Flash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spy video tracker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paper jams (?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easy bake cookie maker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pendo Penguin - Pink (this must be what #4 on Hadyn's list is)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Membership in Poptropica (Kids web-game)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laptop !! (Again, she added the exclamation marks)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SpyNet night vision&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SpyNet spy watch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cute snowboots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Air Hogs Vectron Wave&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cell Phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My own bedroom (Dream on sister)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skateboard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Magic Fabric&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snowboard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Build-a-Bear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Light brwon boots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earrings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My own flat screen TV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EasyBake microwave&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GoGo Walking toy puppy (This was on Hadyn's list too, I'm sensing some&amp;nbsp;collaboration&amp;nbsp;on these lists)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Justice on the Go Sugar Sweet Set&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Justice Blue Skinny Cords (Can you tell we just got a Justice catalog in the mail?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laptop mouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;$10,000,000 (I'll get right on that)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laptop in black and white&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cream snow vest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kit Kat (now we're hitting closer to my budget)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tic-tacs (again, I'm willing to consider this one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DSI&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wii&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Candy maker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Legos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping bag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make-up set (WHAT?!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pink throne (why not)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dollhouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm out of breath, and ran out of pretend money hours ago. &amp;nbsp;Luckily, they know these lists are just for fun, and they really aren't expecting really any of this. &amp;nbsp;I love Christmas dreaming :). &amp;nbsp;I remember going through the big Sears book every year and choosing something off each page with Rich and Kathi. &amp;nbsp;So fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Christmas...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-8710235982243897201</id><published>2010-11-28T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T13:28:58.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm...Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>I decided to update my blog today. &lt;br /&gt;I'm also sick...did I mention heavy doses of cold medicine. &lt;br /&gt;Buttons were pushed, changes were made, and I lost my links. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs I follow. &lt;br /&gt;The craft sites from which I steal countless good ideas and claim them for my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any sort of sympathy for your sweet, runny-nosed, fuzzy visioned friend, please send me your blog links. &amp;nbsp;I'm sort of at a loss for how to continue on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-8710235982243897201?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/8710235982243897201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=8710235982243897201&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/8710235982243897201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/8710235982243897201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/11/ummmmerry-christmas.html' title='Ummm...Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-4061490247082166601</id><published>2010-11-06T12:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T12:23:05.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Late, I'm Just Stretching Out the Halloween Season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were lucky to go back to our old alma mater and spend Halloween in Moscow with Jeff's sister &lt;a href="http://cathy-videosofcuteboys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cathy&lt;/a&gt;'s family and the only friends who will still be our friends from the old U of I days, &lt;a href="http://prestwichpeeps.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dave, Christine and their boys&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;We had a lot of fun trunk-or-treating, and we even spent an afternoon at the ice rink where Dave gave us all ice skating lessons. &amp;nbsp;Fun, no injuries, lots of candy...a very successful Halloween weekend... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TNWZy0IeLQI/AAAAAAAABCU/S0F_fkYj4Ag/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TNWZy0IeLQI/AAAAAAAABCU/S0F_fkYj4Ag/s400/016.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninja Regan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TNWZ_TtPb2I/AAAAAAAABCY/1UAUh_6dh0Y/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TNWZ_TtPb2I/AAAAAAAABCY/1UAUh_6dh0Y/s400/021.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Queen Hadyn (do not say princess or you are likely to be banished)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TNWaJ2uN5gI/AAAAAAAABCc/yAq4rDVtCEk/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TNWaJ2uN5gI/AAAAAAAABCc/yAq4rDVtCEk/s400/051.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cousins, ready to hit the trunk-or-treat. &amp;nbsp;Quite the motley crew, a ghost, queen, black cat, ninja and a fireman. &amp;nbsp;Jeff's company would be very pleased with the diversity we have embraced...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TNWaUei7zyI/AAAAAAAABCg/NuNXP3dDCEM/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TNWaUei7zyI/AAAAAAAABCg/NuNXP3dDCEM/s400/018.JPG" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regan rockin' the rink. &amp;nbsp;She took to skates immediately, no surprise. &amp;nbsp;If my kids have all this natural talent, shouldn't I have a little...I don't understand genetics...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TNWaWdOVRSI/AAAAAAAABCk/AGjXwlJbGSs/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TNWaWdOVRSI/AAAAAAAABCk/AGjXwlJbGSs/s400/032.JPG" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hadyn after letting go of my hand. &amp;nbsp;She did awesome. &amp;nbsp;Once she started, there was no getting her off the ice. &amp;nbsp; Let's just say she slept very well that night.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TNWac1kK0RI/AAAAAAAABCo/gWK9iogxRac/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TNWac1kK0RI/AAAAAAAABCo/gWK9iogxRac/s400/048.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The crew of cousins and friends. &amp;nbsp;Fun times...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-4061490247082166601?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/4061490247082166601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=4061490247082166601&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/4061490247082166601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/4061490247082166601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-not-late-im-just-stretching-out.html' title='It&apos;s Not Late, I&apos;m Just Stretching Out the Halloween Season...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TNWZy0IeLQI/AAAAAAAABCU/S0F_fkYj4Ag/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-2204819064640983468</id><published>2010-10-19T07:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T07:29:23.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip Double-Header</title><content type='html'>Hadyn's class went on a field trip double-header yesterday, walking to Ridley's Market and the local fire station. &amp;nbsp;I loved the comments and questions that can come out of the mouths of&amp;nbsp;kindergarten children&amp;nbsp;:). &amp;nbsp;Hadyn had a lot of fun, and I left have small anxiety attacks about our lack of fire readiness. &amp;nbsp;Guess what our next Family Home Evening Activity is going to be... &amp;nbsp;Anywho, here are a few pics from our fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TL2bnygnKiI/AAAAAAAABB0/WQrSDjvnRzg/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TL2bnygnKiI/AAAAAAAABB0/WQrSDjvnRzg/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TL2bvxK6h0I/AAAAAAAABB4/AfqLuhUnu2Q/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TL2bvxK6h0I/AAAAAAAABB4/AfqLuhUnu2Q/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TL2b0uEKG9I/AAAAAAAABB8/-JDb9fDX0oE/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TL2b0uEKG9I/AAAAAAAABB8/-JDb9fDX0oE/s320/011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hadyn being lifted into the firetruck&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TL2b7W6nIXI/AAAAAAAABCA/ThssApEdqt0/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TL2b7W6nIXI/AAAAAAAABCA/ThssApEdqt0/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TL2cA7KEeQI/AAAAAAAABCE/pkmu-yathys/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TL2cA7KEeQI/AAAAAAAABCE/pkmu-yathys/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Showing the kids what a fully outfitted fireman looks and sounds like so they won't be scared if they see one. &amp;nbsp;Sparky the fire dog fielded the most questions..."How does he stand on two legs", "Why doesn't he have a radio", and other very important facts were discussed.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TL2cHIgMDnI/AAAAAAAABCI/Dse0pE58ZaA/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TL2cHIgMDnI/AAAAAAAABCI/Dse0pE58ZaA/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-2204819064640983468?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2204819064640983468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=2204819064640983468&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2204819064640983468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2204819064640983468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/10/field-trip-double-header.html' title='Field Trip Double-Header'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TL2bnygnKiI/AAAAAAAABB0/WQrSDjvnRzg/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-3601468417294185357</id><published>2010-10-16T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T20:31:04.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Regan's Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had Regan's pictures taken professionally by &lt;a href="http://www.brookemackphotography.com/"&gt;Brooke Mack&lt;/a&gt; in her baptism dress (that is, Regan was wearing her baptism dress...Brooke was just in jeans :)). &amp;nbsp;I wanted some really nice photos to remember the moment between her and her dad. &amp;nbsp;I love how they turned out. &amp;nbsp;Brooke is amazing, and if you are in the Boise area, I couldn't recommend her more. &amp;nbsp;Between the beautiful girl, handsome dad, and talented photographer, how could we go wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: 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Gang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a lot of patience, Hadyn has her new bed, and yes, it does swing back and forth and side to side. &amp;nbsp;It&amp;nbsp;actually&amp;nbsp;makes me a little sea sick watching, but she loves it, and actually went to bed at bedtime and, get this, stayed in bed! &amp;nbsp;She has a great dad who was as happy with the bed as she was...I suppose he was just happy to see the perma-grin on her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TKyYRCd-mkI/AAAAAAAABA4/C_8WIQZvBXw/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TKyYRCd-mkI/AAAAAAAABA4/C_8WIQZvBXw/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now they both have their super-cool beds. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TKyYiFxkEVI/AAAAAAAABBA/aaXqtxCOMVY/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TKyYiFxkEVI/AAAAAAAABBA/aaXqtxCOMVY/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After getting them to sleep, Jeff and I went to bed in our very boring, headboarded, sitting on the floor bed...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-3691476261207791067?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3691476261207791067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=3691476261207791067&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3691476261207791067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3691476261207791067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-on-chain-gang.html' title='Back on the Chain Gang'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TKyYRCd-mkI/AAAAAAAABA4/C_8WIQZvBXw/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-6671643505499036698</id><published>2010-10-02T18:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T19:02:12.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn Baby Burn and Ride Baby Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I grew up in southeast Idaho, and burning stubble fields and ditches is not a new thing for me. &amp;nbsp;However, doing so with the right equipment is. &amp;nbsp;Our neighbors (the one's with horses) are going to put some cattle behind our house, so was burning the ditch bank and clearing brush so a fence could be put up. &amp;nbsp;Jeff went out to help, and was excited to learn a gigantic flame thrower/propane tank would be used. &amp;nbsp;To say he had fun is an understatement. &amp;nbsp;I just kept wishing that my dad lived closer, because he would have loved it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As a side note, as I left the men to their work and walked back into the house, Hadyn was standing at the back window with tears rolling down her cheeks. &amp;nbsp;All she could see was Jeff standing in the fire. &amp;nbsp;So sweet. &amp;nbsp;I wonder what she thinks of me, since I just walked away leaving him to the flames...actually, I don't want to know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TKfOi1Ks4KI/AAAAAAAABAk/rYZ8htf2ImQ/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TKfOi1Ks4KI/AAAAAAAABAk/rYZ8htf2ImQ/s400/001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TKfOqXA0zII/AAAAAAAABAo/9fW0Ng5Ehtc/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TKfOqXA0zII/AAAAAAAABAo/9fW0Ng5Ehtc/s400/004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TKfOy6RqACI/AAAAAAAABAs/AF0Lt3Ywr9I/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TKfOy6RqACI/AAAAAAAABAs/AF0Lt3Ywr9I/s400/005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also this week, we had something very exciting happen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e74d6ab87c603c70" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=6671643505499036698&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/6671643505499036698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/6671643505499036698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/10/burn-baby-burn.html' title='Burn Baby Burn and Ride Baby Ride'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TKfOi1Ks4KI/AAAAAAAABAk/rYZ8htf2ImQ/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-1783207980607220143</id><published>2010-09-14T08:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T08:04:15.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' the Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a few pics of the goings-on at the Luke residence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just thought this was funny. &amp;nbsp;Those are noise cancelling headphones that Regan is wearing, so, of course, the volume on the TV was totally jacked up. &amp;nbsp;To make it even more interesting, guess what she was watching? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, the Antique Roadshow on PBS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TI98o_FN8lI/AAAAAAAABAA/vbn9oTGDpfk/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TI98o_FN8lI/AAAAAAAABAA/vbn9oTGDpfk/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hadyn has probably been a little neglected in recent posts, with a baptism and a birthday for Regan. &amp;nbsp;She got ready for school the other day and came out of her room and I was suddenly hit with how fast she is growing up. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is not a picture of my baby...where did little Hadyn go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TI98o_FN8lI/AAAAAAAABAA/vbn9oTGDpfk/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TI98PStNxFI/AAAAAAAAA_g/55NP3GQjRHQ/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TI98PStNxFI/AAAAAAAAA_g/55NP3GQjRHQ/s400/002.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We found that we have a slightly lackadaisical tooth fairy here. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took her two days to come get Regan's two teeth that came out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In what I am sure was an attempt to make up for/release some guilt over the incident, she left two intricately folded dollars. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regan thought it was awesome and can't wait to see what else the tooth fairy can do on the next tooth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bet the tooth fairy is a little nervous since, I bet, that was the only origami she knew...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TI98iXbmD4I/AAAAAAAAA_4/ZgjAdsP_qkw/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TI98iXbmD4I/AAAAAAAAA_4/ZgjAdsP_qkw/s400/003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend we got all of our Saturday work done quickly, mostly by choosing to put it off, but that is another post...so we went for a ride on the greenbelt. &amp;nbsp;It was, as always, fun. &amp;nbsp;The most exciting thing was that Regan rode her own bike the whole time. &amp;nbsp;This may seem less-than-exciting unless you understand that Regan DOES NOT do anything she is not immediately good at. &amp;nbsp;Luckily, she is a natural at most things, but riding a bike was not one of those things. &amp;nbsp;She's been able to ride for some time, but has never liked doing it. &amp;nbsp;Just the last week or so she has been actually having fun riding around our subdivision. &amp;nbsp;The greenbelt was her first time with crowds and a narrow space (since there are two lanes of opposing traffic). &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She did great and rode over three miles. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She crashed and burned once, but that was my fault. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know, super mom. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hadyn got the sweet ride in the bike trailer. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Someday I'm going to find a bike trailer I can ride in. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It seems like a very relaxing way to travel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TI98W8gZW6I/AAAAAAAAA_o/-o5pnJXkuSo/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TI98W8gZW6I/AAAAAAAAA_o/-o5pnJXkuSo/s400/006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Life'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TI98o_FN8lI/AAAAAAAABAA/vbn9oTGDpfk/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-5585658820036162920</id><published>2010-09-08T11:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T11:26:45.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Horsin' Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TIfAxex-TVI/AAAAAAAAA-0/NihgHwPXAuY/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TIfAxex-TVI/AAAAAAAAA-0/NihgHwPXAuY/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam...aside from my own, the cutest kid on the planet. &amp;nbsp;He's 4, and just a little gentleman cowboy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TIfA7nqLExI/AAAAAAAAA-8/2F9f0J7XlHE/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TIfA7nqLExI/AAAAAAAAA-8/2F9f0J7XlHE/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah, Sam's sister. &amp;nbsp;She and Regan are really good friends. &amp;nbsp;The sun is in their eyes...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-5585658820036162920?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5585658820036162920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=5585658820036162920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5585658820036162920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5585658820036162920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/09/more-horsin-around.html' title='More Horsin&apos; Around'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TIfAxex-TVI/AAAAAAAAA-0/NihgHwPXAuY/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-1132343845470382889</id><published>2010-09-06T19:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:42:28.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like to Look for Rainbows...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TIWX3IiU7aI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Ufu4VeQF1UQ/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TIWX3IiU7aI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Ufu4VeQF1UQ/s400/005.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TIWXghp5tGI/AAAAAAAAA-M/mEWf1h8aIRg/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TIWXghp5tGI/AAAAAAAAA-M/mEWf1h8aIRg/s400/001.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regan had a big day on Saturday. &amp;nbsp;We are so proud of her. &amp;nbsp;Got teary-eyed then...getting teary-eyed now...better keep it short...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-1132343845470382889?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1132343845470382889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=1132343845470382889&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1132343845470382889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1132343845470382889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-like-to-look-for-rainbows.html' title='I Like to Look for Rainbows...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TIWX3IiU7aI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Ufu4VeQF1UQ/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-7458084415095159957</id><published>2010-08-31T19:23:00.027-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:03:22.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...Like I Need a Hole in My Head... Two actually...One in each ear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The birthday festivities continued today, Regan's actual birthday. &amp;nbsp;We took cupcakes in to her class. &amp;nbsp;She was the first person to celebrate a birthday, so everyone was pretty excited. &amp;nbsp;The frosting was very popular, and ended up on many a chin, much to the 3rd Graders' delight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TH-lk5WWGTI/AAAAAAAAA9M/ComfR4n5RgQ/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TH-lk5WWGTI/AAAAAAAAA9M/ComfR4n5RgQ/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TH-ln8B615I/AAAAAAAAA9U/1dM7neobrGI/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TH-ln8B615I/AAAAAAAAA9U/1dM7neobrGI/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TH-lsGnJk7I/AAAAAAAAA9c/BX7HC2QGDwI/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TH-lsGnJk7I/AAAAAAAAA9c/BX7HC2QGDwI/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TH-lvRkboSI/AAAAAAAAA9k/MpJSqzasrrk/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TH-lvRkboSI/AAAAAAAAA9k/MpJSqzasrrk/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then, the "most exciting thing that ever happened in my whole life, Mom!"...Regan got her ears pierced. &amp;nbsp;She was quite brave right until the moment before they started to count to three, but then was immediately all smiles again. &amp;nbsp;She looks great and loves the earrings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TH-lygptQnI/AAAAAAAAA9s/fr4VFjiq2eI/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TH-lygptQnI/AAAAAAAAA9s/fr4VFjiq2eI/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TH-l1weOp0I/AAAAAAAAA90/f59LZFwXCtQ/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TH-l1weOp0I/AAAAAAAAA90/f59LZFwXCtQ/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;GETTING SANITIZED&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TH-l492tHTI/AAAAAAAAA98/0NX3zErknRc/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TH-l492tHTI/AAAAAAAAA98/0NX3zErknRc/s640/007.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;AFTER...A BIT TEARY-EYED, BUT THRILLED!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-7458084415095159957?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/7458084415095159957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=7458084415095159957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/7458084415095159957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/7458084415095159957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/08/like-i-need-hole-in-my-head.html' title='...Like I Need a Hole in My Head... Two actually...One in each ear...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TH-lk5WWGTI/AAAAAAAAA9M/ComfR4n5RgQ/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-2652918626235571156</id><published>2010-08-28T19:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T19:17:39.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MaD ScIeNCe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were proud to host the most recent Symposium of the World's Greatest Scientists. &amp;nbsp;In attendance were some of the foremost Geologists, Vulcanologists, Astrophysicists, etc., and they all had a great time doing science&amp;nbsp;experiments, playing Scientist-May-I, eating cake and lava, and celebrating Regan's eighth birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THmySCUledI/AAAAAAAAA80/AewdczB7dIM/s1600/Regan%27s+Birthday+Party+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THmySCUledI/AAAAAAAAA80/AewdczB7dIM/s320/Regan%27s+Birthday+Party+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regan teaching the other scientists about the effects of water, oil, and salt (hint: &amp;nbsp;think lava lamps...)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THmyKALP9sI/AAAAAAAAA8k/2RCAc3oMf_A/s1600/Regan%27s+Birthday+Party+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THmyKALP9sI/AAAAAAAAA8k/2RCAc3oMf_A/s320/Regan%27s+Birthday+Party+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THmynBgF8lI/AAAAAAAAA9E/pHjPXvK92kY/s1600/Regan%27s+Birthday+Party+048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THmynBgF8lI/AAAAAAAAA9E/pHjPXvK92kY/s400/Regan%27s+Birthday+Party+048.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Volcano cake...not my best, but nobody seemed to mind. &amp;nbsp;The exploding lava was actually sucker syrup that we made, poured, let cool, then stuck into the cake. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THmySCUledI/AAAAAAAAA80/AewdczB7dIM/s1600/Regan%27s+Birthday+Party+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THmyDw3k5JI/AAAAAAAAA8U/cQkB7dKniHA/s1600/Regan%27s+Birthday+Party+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THmyDw3k5JI/AAAAAAAAA8U/cQkB7dKniHA/s320/Regan%27s+Birthday+Party+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THmyNrYfHMI/AAAAAAAAA8s/8X-NwLbRwOY/s1600/Regan%27s+Birthday+Party+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THmyNrYfHMI/AAAAAAAAA8s/8X-NwLbRwOY/s320/Regan%27s+Birthday+Party+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the cutest scientists ever, even in I am biased.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THmyG9O4NII/AAAAAAAAA8c/8ZOCgqGH1qw/s1600/Regan%27s+Birthday+Party+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THmyG9O4NII/AAAAAAAAA8c/8ZOCgqGH1qw/s320/Regan%27s+Birthday+Party+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regan getting her lab notebook ready. &amp;nbsp;No real scientist is ever without a well-decorated lab book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-2652918626235571156?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2652918626235571156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=2652918626235571156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2652918626235571156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2652918626235571156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/08/mad-science.html' title='MaD ScIeNCe'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THmySCUledI/AAAAAAAAA80/AewdczB7dIM/s72-c/Regan%27s+Birthday+Party+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-1649458572460848082</id><published>2010-08-25T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T23:07:22.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days &amp; Days of Catching You Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's that time of year, and for the first time ever, I sent both girls to school.&amp;nbsp; I thought I would be excited for some "me" time, but I was really kind of sad today.&amp;nbsp; Not only do they insist on growing up, they do it so fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THXxYumwkmI/AAAAAAAAA68/FJZhQvtkob0/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THXxYumwkmI/AAAAAAAAA68/FJZhQvtkob0/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hadyn is just a little excited to go to school...we had to go outside to wait for the bus 20 minutes early...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THXxg_KSKrI/AAAAAAAAA7E/dE4sxxty49o/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THXxg_KSKrI/AAAAAAAAA7E/dE4sxxty49o/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regan playin' it cool.&amp;nbsp; 3rd graders don't get excited...or nervous...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since my last post, we Luke's have been a busy bunch, making sure we fully filled up our final days of summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THXxsuRQ_lI/AAAAAAAAA7U/HbrEOhOjFMc/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THXxsuRQ_lI/AAAAAAAAA7U/HbrEOhOjFMc/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sniffle, sniffle...we said Goodbye for a while to my neice, Rachel.&amp;nbsp; She's off to make something of herself at BYU.&amp;nbsp; She's my oldest niece, and having her leave for college makes me feel old.&amp;nbsp; If you ask my girls, they will tell you she walks on water, and does so very fashionably :).&amp;nbsp; We will all miss her and hope she makes it back to Boise a lot.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THXysP36WzI/AAAAAAAAA8M/sm3ivjL0IqM/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THXysP36WzI/AAAAAAAAA8M/sm3ivjL0IqM/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regan with her BFF/cousin.&amp;nbsp; Jenna is about a month older than Regan, and was baptised this summer.&amp;nbsp; She looked gorgeous, of course, and Regan was so excited to share the day with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We also got to do a lot of camping and hiking.&amp;nbsp; We used this summer to get the girls a little used to backpacking, which we hope to do a lot of next summer.&amp;nbsp; We weren't sure if they would like it, or just complain, but they did great on some decent-length day hikes.&amp;nbsp; To be honest, they both thought it was funny to take off running up the trail, laughing at their old, slow parents.&amp;nbsp; We'll get our revenge next summer when we make them carry the food and tent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THXyIHoHHuI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Uch2qcvXVoE/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THXyIHoHHuI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Uch2qcvXVoE/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THXyTKeQi2I/AAAAAAAAA70/zW0bUhj5BiI/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THXyTKeQi2I/AAAAAAAAA70/zW0bUhj5BiI/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THXyctil83I/AAAAAAAAA78/AZomcK3nVdw/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THXyctil83I/AAAAAAAAA78/AZomcK3nVdw/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THXymxD1qwI/AAAAAAAAA8E/dFz1ZPC9rgo/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THXymxD1qwI/AAAAAAAAA8E/dFz1ZPC9rgo/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-1649458572460848082?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1649458572460848082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=1649458572460848082&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1649458572460848082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1649458572460848082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-days-days-of-catching-you-up.html' title='School Days &amp; Days of Catching You Up...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/THXxYumwkmI/AAAAAAAAA68/FJZhQvtkob0/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-7186260072106172397</id><published>2010-07-17T22:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T23:53:00.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Weekend!</title><content type='html'>What was supposed to be a relaxing weekend spent camping and hiking turned out much differently.&amp;nbsp; We made it just past the little town (how is it possilby a town...store is more like it) of Banks, when Jeff decided the check engine light was not messing around, that the truck battery was quickly losing power, and that we needed to turn around ASAP.&amp;nbsp; Prayers were said quickly in hopes of making it to some form of civilazation before we completely lost power.&amp;nbsp; We made it through Horseshoe Bend and slowly made it up the big hill between Horseshoe Bend and Boise, the engine died at the top of the hill and we coasted&amp;nbsp;to the Chevron station in Eagle.&amp;nbsp; Civilization!&amp;nbsp; After way more drama than I choose to go into, we spent the day at Jeff's dad's replacing the alternator in the truck.&amp;nbsp; Fun times.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So, instead of lazing about camp and hiking through beatiful and cool forestland, we spent the weekend doing a bunch of stuff that actually ended up being fun, like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Climbing trees with cousins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TEKF4Oox2eI/AAAAAAAAA58/TkEyqDMhDd8/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TEKF4Oox2eI/AAAAAAAAA58/TkEyqDMhDd8/s400/001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Riding tricycles with cousins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TEKGBWtBCLI/AAAAAAAAA6E/bQBC9Qv6uYQ/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TEKGBWtBCLI/AAAAAAAAA6E/bQBC9Qv6uYQ/s400/003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Losing our 5th tooth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TEKGJP7Jb4I/AAAAAAAAA6M/ikEvSFiJxqQ/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TEKGJP7Jb4I/AAAAAAAAA6M/ikEvSFiJxqQ/s400/015.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Searching for four-leaf clovers in our grass with a whole different set of cousins, and actually finding about 20!&amp;nbsp; Seriously.&amp;nbsp; Regan said, "Why do people think it's lucky to find a four-leaf clover?&amp;nbsp; Our lawn is covered with them."&amp;nbsp; Well Regan, when your lawn has as much clover in it as ours does, the odds are definately in your favor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TEKGN4JA43I/AAAAAAAAA6U/CNPiL13Cg8Y/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TEKGN4JA43I/AAAAAAAAA6U/CNPiL13Cg8Y/s400/019.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TEKGRGjytfI/AAAAAAAAA6c/VHxQSbQ6IGo/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TEKGRGjytfI/AAAAAAAAA6c/VHxQSbQ6IGo/s400/022.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TEKGUfCK9BI/AAAAAAAAA6k/IvbZiwdKVxg/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TEKGUfCK9BI/AAAAAAAAA6k/IvbZiwdKVxg/s400/023.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TEKGZs0yhEI/AAAAAAAAA6s/499oro1b_AY/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TEKGZs0yhEI/AAAAAAAAA6s/499oro1b_AY/s400/027.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Regan even found a five-leaf clover.&amp;nbsp; What does that mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TEKGd9lbvvI/AAAAAAAAA60/FEpAh17JYjc/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TEKGd9lbvvI/AAAAAAAAA60/FEpAh17JYjc/s640/032.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In hindsight, we should have hunted for the four-leaf clovers before we attempted the camping trip.&amp;nbsp; We could have used a little luck this weekend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-7186260072106172397?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/7186260072106172397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=7186260072106172397&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/7186260072106172397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/7186260072106172397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-weekend.html' title='What a Weekend!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TEKF4Oox2eI/AAAAAAAAA58/TkEyqDMhDd8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-9167116215123445517</id><published>2010-07-13T11:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T17:31:35.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WARNING: THIS IS A LONG POST...Get comfy, maybe get an icy beverage, and a bowl of chips.&amp;nbsp; Everyone wants pictures, so I'll give up my plan of waiting until everything was unpacked, put together, and organized.&amp;nbsp; Here is our new home in Middleton.&amp;nbsp; Ignore the boxes, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyP-ef1qXI/AAAAAAAAA28/BDQMNbYvW78/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyP-ef1qXI/AAAAAAAAA28/BDQMNbYvW78/s640/001.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A few of my favorite things about the house&amp;nbsp;are my bathroom... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyQaFK5vEI/AAAAAAAAA3k/vthUVR-5-3Q/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyQaFK5vEI/AAAAAAAAA3k/vthUVR-5-3Q/s400/006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...and the kitchen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyQmMt3BAI/AAAAAAAAA38/1atx73WZC2Y/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyQmMt3BAI/AAAAAAAAA38/1atx73WZC2Y/s400/009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...that has an attached workspace for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyQt1kho9I/AAAAAAAAA4M/gRv3Wx5I5Js/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyQt1kho9I/AAAAAAAAA4M/gRv3Wx5I5Js/s400/011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I also love the pantry that even has counter space and outlets so all the messy stuff can stay off my kitchen counters...the toaster, mixer, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyQp-4kM5I/AAAAAAAAA4E/WpWJwc0F30g/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyQp-4kM5I/AAAAAAAAA4E/WpWJwc0F30g/s400/010.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The girls' room is amazing, with built in bed, bookshelves and a walk-in closet.&amp;nbsp; The door on the other side of the bed goes to their own playroom complete with bookshelves, a dutch door,&amp;nbsp;and a balcony!&amp;nbsp; Hadyn's bed is currently on the floor because originally the second bed was hung from the ceiling with chains.&amp;nbsp; The previous owners took the hanging bed, so Jeff is going to reinstall Hadyn's the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyQ1K6IwuI/AAAAAAAAA4c/D8oHaZJKTEo/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyQ1K6IwuI/AAAAAAAAA4c/D8oHaZJKTEo/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyQ78h_YMI/AAAAAAAAA4s/IfNr3Zr42hs/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyQ78h_YMI/AAAAAAAAA4s/IfNr3Zr42hs/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyQ4U-S3ZI/AAAAAAAAA4k/9YVM4xPIKaM/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyQ4U-S3ZI/AAAAAAAAA4k/9YVM4xPIKaM/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyQxvheDMI/AAAAAAAAA4U/f2swHobhGr0/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyQxvheDMI/AAAAAAAAA4U/f2swHobhGr0/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The room that probably sold the house (for me at least...Jeff was probably less interested) was the laundry room.&amp;nbsp; Anyone who ever saw the size of my previous laundry room would understand why I love this room so much.&amp;nbsp; I actually like doing laundry!&amp;nbsp; Who knew!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyRZWSPHyI/AAAAAAAAA5k/lQZ8oZBz5UE/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyRZWSPHyI/AAAAAAAAA5k/lQZ8oZBz5UE/s400/024.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Add to this an additional food storage room, mud room and guest room, all of our stuff actually has a place, which means my life is so much less chaotic.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our lot looks out over a farm, and has lots of flower beds and what used to be a large garden plot.&amp;nbsp; By this time next year we hope to have grapes, tomatoes, cukes, etc. filling in where, hopefully, the weeds once were.&amp;nbsp; The uprights are still in place from a HUGE swingset that we also hope to have back in working order soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyRDdQ9ORI/AAAAAAAAA48/8oCjece65Vk/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyRDdQ9ORI/AAAAAAAAA48/8oCjece65Vk/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyRTEvQVOI/AAAAAAAAA5U/dkrCRkVrzOs/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyRTEvQVOI/AAAAAAAAA5U/dkrCRkVrzOs/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The flower beds have a lot of work needed.&amp;nbsp; It has been rainy, and before we closed on the house a gazillion weeds made themselves at home.&amp;nbsp; Now that I am more situated inside the house, I plan to tackle the weed situation.&amp;nbsp; We had a little push in that direction last night.&amp;nbsp; We spent yesterday evening with a couple families that Jeff went to school with.&amp;nbsp; We got back late, it was dark, but next to the flower bed closest to our front door was this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyP27vR_gI/AAAAAAAAA20/AbbeCfUSAKY/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyP27vR_gI/AAAAAAAAA20/AbbeCfUSAKY/s400/001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and one of our very large flower beds was weeded.&amp;nbsp; This was no small act of service.&amp;nbsp; Here is what all of my flowerbeds (and until last night this one as well) currently look like (yikes, I know):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyQJ2he3-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/S_BBqcbf0AQ/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyQJ2he3-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/S_BBqcbf0AQ/s400/003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And here is what the "service project" area now looks like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyQWPYQCTI/AAAAAAAAA3c/K_p9XRyjBgY/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyQWPYQCTI/AAAAAAAAA3c/K_p9XRyjBgY/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So on top of a home we love, we are surrounded by new neighbors we love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am already calmer, more organized and more productive.&amp;nbsp; Now we just need people willing to traverse all the way to Middleton to visit (we'll only make you weed for an hour or so).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C'mon!&amp;nbsp; We have a room waiting for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-9167116215123445517?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/9167116215123445517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=9167116215123445517&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/9167116215123445517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/9167116215123445517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDyP-ef1qXI/AAAAAAAAA28/BDQMNbYvW78/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-1754536321075330238</id><published>2010-07-10T18:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T19:06:36.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' Countrified</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;And so ends our first week in our new house in the country, and we are loving it. Not even living out of boxes has dampened our enthusiasm for our new home. Today we spent the day taking care of the basics: laundry and more unpacking for me, and lawnwork for Jeff and the girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All the lawn mower pictures were taken from the back yard. Check out the view from our back patio. I love the barns that are behind our home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This morning our neighbors asked if they could cut through our pastureland with their horses. We, of course said yes, and then they asked the girls if they would like to go for a ride. Only Regan was willing to jump head first into our new country life. She is with Johnny. Now she wants a horse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lastly, but perhaps most important, is that we had Jeff's sister Debbie and her family over for dinner last night. It was fun to have all the kids running around, and to have room for them to run around. Here are all the kids, minus brand new Margaret who was napping, having dinner on the back patio. Look at all those red heads! No one can convince me that red heads are going extinct (although strangers at random stores always try to...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, we love our new home. Anyone who would like to visit is more than welcome. We just can't promise that you won't be put to work unpacking boxes, filling holes in walls, or, if Regan gets her way, feeding the livestock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDkRKYol6gI/AAAAAAAAA2k/W-fkIGBvpWc/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492440090664102402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDkRKYol6gI/AAAAAAAAA2k/W-fkIGBvpWc/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDkRJ5sqMMI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Qs0vIYoUpaQ/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492440082359660738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDkRJ5sqMMI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Qs0vIYoUpaQ/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDkRJecMFKI/AAAAAAAAA2U/LOyrS1ekJgg/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492440075042821282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDkRJecMFKI/AAAAAAAAA2U/LOyrS1ekJgg/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDkRI5zOoCI/AAAAAAAAA2M/VZb8DUrnX-A/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492440065207345186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDkRI5zOoCI/AAAAAAAAA2M/VZb8DUrnX-A/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-1754536321075330238?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1754536321075330238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=1754536321075330238&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1754536321075330238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1754536321075330238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/gettin-countrified.html' title='Gettin&apos; Countrified'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TDkRKYol6gI/AAAAAAAAA2k/W-fkIGBvpWc/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-8831404549530179189</id><published>2010-06-17T20:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:19:40.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Grand Central</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I rarely have a laugh-out-loud moment when I'm by myself, but this is so cool! You must see this. It is some improve group that creates huge real moments to make people smile. I love this. I especially love the driver of the cart...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/jwMj3PJDxuo/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwMj3PJDxuo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwMj3PJDxuo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You should also check out their &lt;a href="http://improveverywhere.com/2010/05/18/who-you-gonna-call/"&gt;"Who ya gonna call"&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://improveverywhere.com/2008/03/09/food-court-musical/"&gt;"Food Court Musical"&lt;/a&gt; as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-8831404549530179189?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/8831404549530179189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=8831404549530179189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/8831404549530179189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/8831404549530179189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/06/frozen-grand-central.html' title='Frozen Grand Central'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-206770148468696967</id><published>2010-06-11T08:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:31:42.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Regan's 2nd Grade Rainforest Extravaganza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regan's entire 2nd grade performed their year-end program last night. It was amazing. Regan's school is an art magnet school, which basically means that they integrate art into all their schoolwork. They have been studying the rainforest, so to close the year out the performed "The Rainforest", a musical. They made their own props, created the backdrop which was so beautiful, practiced their songs, learned parts and choreography, etc. It was performed at the high school's performing arts center. It was truly amazing. Here are a few shots and clips from the night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TBJL_u0w02I/AAAAAAAAA1c/IfnOPWpmYww/s1600/2nd+Grade+Program+June+10+2010+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481527254736491362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TBJL_u0w02I/AAAAAAAAA1c/IfnOPWpmYww/s400/2nd+Grade+Program+June+10+2010+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TBJL-xvG0PI/AAAAAAAAA1U/2F_yp5LxNHw/s1600/2nd+Grade+Program+June+10+2010+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481527238338203890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TBJL-xvG0PI/AAAAAAAAA1U/2F_yp5LxNHw/s400/2nd+Grade+Program+June+10+2010+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the clips, you'll have to look for Regan. She was a black army ant. One of the clips shows her marching with the rest of her class, army-style. The drill sergeant's voice comes from her teacher, Mr. Broyles, who was on stage in camo. I inherited my mom's ability to cry over anything not warranting emotion, had tears running down my face the entire performance. I am such a baby... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first clip is just a stage shot.  Regan was not actually on stage yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-da0e092413ff18c6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dda0e092413ff18c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51F5928FA11243EE6246DD22E0D14DED537AC952.2B58891104BF2433F853AD94082CFC69B959BA8D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dda0e092413ff18c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLn-uutmj_hx7w8F63WQMlSpMliU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dda0e092413ff18c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51F5928FA11243EE6246DD22E0D14DED537AC952.2B58891104BF2433F853AD94082CFC69B959BA8D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dda0e092413ff18c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLn-uutmj_hx7w8F63WQMlSpMliU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here she is marching.  They were told not to smile or look for/wave to their parents.  They are fierce army ants and were to behave as such.  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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=206770148468696967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/206770148468696967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/206770148468696967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/06/regans-2nd-grade-rainforest.html' title='Regan&apos;s 2nd Grade Rainforest Extravaganza'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/TBJL_u0w02I/AAAAAAAAA1c/IfnOPWpmYww/s72-c/2nd+Grade+Program+June+10+2010+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-2749880255541527702</id><published>2010-06-08T08:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:08:49.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Such a Loser! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday marked the end of the 12-week Biggest Loser competition I joined at my gym.  Had I know in advance how hard I would work or how healthy I would be eating, I'm not sure I would have dared sign up, but ignorance is bliss I guess and I signed my life, lungs and abs away in an effort to find the healthier me.  Now, 12 weeks later, I am proud of what I have accomplishedMy poor trainer, Brandee, may never recover from the awful things I have been saying about her at home.  My girls think she is an agent of torture, and since we see her at church each week, Brandee has to see the looks of terror my girls give her on a regular basis.  Anyway, I don't know the results of the competition, but I'm pretty sure I did not win.  There were some seriously focused individuals who deserve to win much more than I, but I think I placed in the top five.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a few of my stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lost a total of 25.5 pounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lost almost 4.5 inches off my waist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lost an inch or more off each arm and each calf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lost a total of 25.5 inches (measuring everything, I think, except my earlobes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got VERY strong.  There were even a few times when Brandee and I had to adjust the weight machines heavier AFTER a guy got off.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I still have a ways to go, but I thought I'd share...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-2749880255541527702?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2749880255541527702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=2749880255541527702&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2749880255541527702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2749880255541527702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-such-loser.html' title='I Am Such a Loser! :)'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-6313723424456657942</id><published>2010-03-16T09:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:11:48.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh the irritation.  Blogger won't let me move the pictures around...Anyone know why?  You'll just get the photos as they fell I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things have busy around the Luke house.  I am finishing up my Anatomy and Physiology class and have been studying so much!  I have a final this week and am looking forward to the break. Jef has been snowboarding as much as he can, which is nice.  I love that he has a hobby that he is good at and can get to whenever his work will allow.  Regan and Hadyn are just loving life as usual.  Regan is now on track break, and liking being able to sleep in, have more fun with Mom and Hadyn, and just rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeff recently had a big birthday, of which he is really having issues with, so I won't say which birthday.  To celebrate, we met up with some friends in McCall to have a ski/snowboard/swim weekend.  It was so much fun.  Here is photographic proof that we had a vacation, and more importantly, that we have friends willing to hang out with us for an entire weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S5-q3JAzchI/AAAAAAAAA08/G1FpBv7cTYI/s1600-h/IMG_5512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449261938430407186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S5-q3JAzchI/AAAAAAAAA08/G1FpBv7cTYI/s400/IMG_5512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S5-q1kSPbwI/AAAAAAAAA00/mfcsBL58L8g/s1600-h/IMG_5515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449261911391563522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S5-q1kSPbwI/AAAAAAAAA00/mfcsBL58L8g/s400/IMG_5515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S5-q0zz4RrI/AAAAAAAAA0s/eybfruBOcFw/s1600-h/IMG_5499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449261898379314866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S5-q0zz4RrI/AAAAAAAAA0s/eybfruBOcFw/s400/IMG_5499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hadyn hitting the slopes at Brundage in McCall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S5-qz6_isQI/AAAAAAAAA0k/HPjmymPqpqI/s1600-h/IMG_5487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449261883127410946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S5-qz6_isQI/AAAAAAAAA0k/HPjmymPqpqI/s400/IMG_5487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeff, I guess paying homage to the gods of the mountain...it must have worked, he had a great, injury-free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S5-qzepysOI/AAAAAAAAA0c/7gy9benNihc/s1600-h/IMG_5480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449261875519992034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S5-qzepysOI/AAAAAAAAA0c/7gy9benNihc/s400/IMG_5480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are my silly girls with one of their new favorite games, bobbing for plastic toys...  Whatever makes them happy and allows me to study, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-6313723424456657942?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/6313723424456657942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=6313723424456657942&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/6313723424456657942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/6313723424456657942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-quick-update.html' title='Just a quick update...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S5-q3JAzchI/AAAAAAAAA08/G1FpBv7cTYI/s72-c/IMG_5512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-235598747776776253</id><published>2010-02-20T18:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:12:50.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for President Regan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regan's very awesome 2nd grade teacher, Mr. Broyles, had the class write essays about what they would do if they were president. They did three seperate rough drafts, then chose their favorite to be hung in the classroom during the month in honor of Presidents' Day. Here is her final essay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If I were president I would do many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First, I would build a chocolate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;hot tub on the rooftop of the White House. I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;t would be blue and green. It would &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;be made out of pure gold. Some&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;times I would chip off gold to give &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;it to the poors. They can get food &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;and homes for the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;needy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the essays that did not make the cut had a platform I could really get behind and support, here it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If I were President, I would have a sugar beach that rained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;candy. My house would be chocolate and the beach would have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;two sugar snow hills. I would build a treehouse that's red and black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It would have a drawbridge door and a fancy bed that's gold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It would also have a T.V., a gold radio, and a lamp. I would plant ten trees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that grow money. I would give the money to Haiti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to hel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;p build homes, buy clothes, and give $200 to everybody.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be honest, I'm not sure that plan is any less realistic then the current plan in Washington...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-235598747776776253?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/235598747776776253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=235598747776776253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/235598747776776253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/235598747776776253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/02/vote-for-president-regan.html' title='Vote for President Regan!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-4519587412612218197</id><published>2010-02-08T21:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:49:40.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hadyn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Little Hadyn turned five on Saturday.  However, because of scheduling she's had a long weekend of birthday celebrations.  Friday she got to take treats into preschool.  Saturday, her real birthday, our family went to Chucky Cheese to celebrate (can I just say wow...crowded...chaotic...).  Sunday, we invited some good friends over for dinner and a little (a lot) chocolate fondue.  Jeff's family was unable to make that fondue party, so we celebrated the extended family party with more chocolate fondue tonight.  I think she is actually birthday'ed out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to recap her past year for the sake of history...  She has been very busy learning all the things she put her mind to.  She has learned to tie her shoes, read level-1 books, help out more around the house, and is still a great sister and friend.  She started preschool this year and can hardly wait until she starts Kindergarten in the fall.  She loves primary, giggling, and trying to keep up with her big sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Hadyn, we love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436096480741532226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S3Dk8pNZokI/AAAAAAAAA0E/5iGPf03bPuc/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hadyn asked for a chocolate fountain in stead of a cake this year, so Jeff and Uncle Dave improvised on the cake so Hadyn could still blow at a candle and get her wish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436096486999842738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S3Dk9Ahf37I/AAAAAAAAA0M/apJ8nub3Chk/s400/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-4519587412612218197?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/4519587412612218197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=4519587412612218197&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/4519587412612218197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/4519587412612218197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-hadyn.html' title='Happy Birthday Hadyn!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S3Dk8pNZokI/AAAAAAAAA0E/5iGPf03bPuc/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-8660764698991882041</id><published>2010-02-08T09:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:38:31.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Danica Patrick...Eat Your Heart Out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S3A9w3jZzRI/AAAAAAAAAz0/vkp4qskNNJU/s1600-h/96725_irl_danica_patrick-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435912659991645458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S3A9w3jZzRI/AAAAAAAAAz0/vkp4qskNNJU/s400/96725_irl_danica_patrick-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so if you knew me in high school, you know I was uber-competitive. I still cringe if I run in to people I competed against back in the day. These days, I've really tempered that compulsion to turn everything into a contest and to win each contest. Every now and then, however, it still seeps out... Case in point, this morning taking Hadyn to preschool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually drop Regan off at the elementary school before dropping Hadyn off at her preschool a few miles away. As I was pulling out of the elementary school, I noticed Gracie's mom in the van in front of me. Gracie goes to preschool with Hadyn, and Gracie's older brother is in 2nd grade with Regan. Using my awesome skills of deduction, I guessed that Gracie was now on her way to preschool, just like us. Fine. Great. I tell Hadyn, "Hey, look! We get to follow Gracie to school today." Everything is great, until we get to the stoplight where I generally turn right. Gracie's mom went straight, choosing a different route. Oh yeah, it was on! I drove as fast as I could semi-legally go, determined to get to preschool first, thus exhibiting my superior navigating and driving skills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is wrong with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long story short, Gracie's mom may not know it, but she totally got smoked in the Great Preschool Race this morning. It was a good morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-8660764698991882041?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/8660764698991882041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=8660764698991882041&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/8660764698991882041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/8660764698991882041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/02/danica-patrickeat-your-heart-out.html' title='Danica Patrick...Eat Your Heart Out...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S3A9w3jZzRI/AAAAAAAAAz0/vkp4qskNNJU/s72-c/96725_irl_danica_patrick-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-2925953550569605931</id><published>2010-01-31T20:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:51:01.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queen(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few shots of Regan and Hadyn's ballet recital.  The recital for their studio, Treasure Valley Ballet Academy, was last Saturday.  There were 30 different groups that performed.  Of those, six were chosen to perform again this week in a valley dance showcase, Freeze Frame.  Both Regan and Hadyn's groups were chosen, but Hadyn's group got put into the Freeze Frame matinee, while Regan's group were placed into the evening performance.  What that translates to is over the past two Saturdays, I shuttled ballerinas to three seperate dress rehearsals and three seperate performances.  I am officially balleted-out.   On a more positive note however, the girls did great and looked like true ballerinas.  I loved their very traditional costumes for this recital.  Enjoy the pictures.  I'm not going to sort them chronologically...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S2ZK3BCzSJI/AAAAAAAAAzs/6Lroy1ncfnM/s1600-h/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433112309502527634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S2ZK3BCzSJI/AAAAAAAAAzs/6Lroy1ncfnM/s400/102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S2ZK2jNDDxI/AAAAAAAAAzk/7G9cTfuVhgw/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433112301492440850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S2ZK2jNDDxI/AAAAAAAAAzk/7G9cTfuVhgw/s400/090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad brought both ballerinas flowers following their performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S2ZK2WTDlkI/AAAAAAAAAzc/kr0wUHtL2_c/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433112298027980354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S2ZK2WTDlkI/AAAAAAAAAzc/kr0wUHtL2_c/s400/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S2ZK1mriknI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ONiTGWa3uB4/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433112285245772402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S2ZK1mriknI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ONiTGWa3uB4/s400/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S2ZK1Efo7fI/AAAAAAAAAzM/3mI7hFEptoU/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433112276069051890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S2ZK1Efo7fI/AAAAAAAAAzM/3mI7hFEptoU/s400/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-2925953550569605931?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2925953550569605931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=2925953550569605931&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2925953550569605931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2925953550569605931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/01/dancing-queens.html' title='Dancing Queen(s)'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S2ZK3BCzSJI/AAAAAAAAAzs/6Lroy1ncfnM/s72-c/102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-275325217530911625</id><published>2010-01-09T18:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:27:25.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy or Sad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S0kr-_BSnUI/AAAAAAAAAzE/4yXkLr3cfAA/s1600-h/jmrh_christmas_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424915587213204802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S0kr-_BSnUI/AAAAAAAAAzE/4yXkLr3cfAA/s400/jmrh_christmas_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I took our tree down and all the other decorations.  They have been carefully stuffed away in boxes and bins for another 11 months or so.  I'm really torn as to whether am relieved to finally have everything boxed back up (it is January 9th after all) or so sad that the Christmas season is officially over.  I really love Christmas because of the magic that surrounds it.  I love the spirit of giving that is evident to me everywhere.  I miss that my girls put so much thought into what treat they leave Santa and truly try to be better behaved around this time of year.  Regan is seven now.  The "magic" won't be here for much longer and I really want to just pause everything for a little while...  Speaking of magic, check out this awesome picture my super-cool bro-in-law took of us on Christmas Eve...I love Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-275325217530911625?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/275325217530911625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=275325217530911625&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/275325217530911625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/275325217530911625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-or-sad.html' title='Happy or Sad?'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/S0kr-_BSnUI/AAAAAAAAAzE/4yXkLr3cfAA/s72-c/jmrh_christmas_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-175659957029247426</id><published>2009-12-15T20:07:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:34:54.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Annual Ornament Creation and Special Song by Hadyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas to all of our friends. Our Christmas cards are still in progress, but they will get out. But, just in case they don't get out before it's too late to actually wish you a Merry Christmas, we thought we would do so now.Each year our family makes a new ornament for the tree. Tonight was the big night, and I am very happy with how well they turned out. We stole/borrowed the idea from &lt;a href="http://littlenannygoat.blogspot.com/2009/11/need-unique-neighbor-gift-youve-come-to.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Jeff hammering away at the washers for all of us. How nice of him to sacrifice his fingers for his family. That is true love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SyhQ-uMAXxI/AAAAAAAAAy0/WaYqDwlvIIM/s1600-h/100_5355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415667590393519890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SyhQ-uMAXxI/AAAAAAAAAy0/WaYqDwlvIIM/s400/100_5355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Regan with her finished ornament. So pretty...the ornament looks nice too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SyhQ-JCtRKI/AAAAAAAAAys/xlj5H5i7K2Y/s1600-h/100_5369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415667580422407330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SyhQ-JCtRKI/AAAAAAAAAys/xlj5H5i7K2Y/s400/100_5369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Hadyn's. I'd put a picture of her holding hers, but she was not feeling well tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SyhQ9kBWToI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a-2RrNE8mjU/s1600-h/100_5368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415667570484596354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SyhQ9kBWToI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a-2RrNE8mjU/s400/100_5368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In fact, here is how she spent most of the evening...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415667598932171490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SyhQ_N_x2uI/AAAAAAAAAy8/tQW7neYfFX0/s400/100_5357.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Lastly, here is a little something I found on the camera tonight when I downloaded pictures. She cracks me up. For the record, we are not going to the beach. I don't know where this song comes from, but it definately needed to be shared. My future pop star...she already sounds similar to Marah Carey... (be sure to pause the Christmas music at the top of the page first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-523008b2513b094b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D523008b2513b094b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE394BCD179DF97E310B86C6AA3207F3CC4B2962.7CACF2C3CF036C8ECE4450B3036E5ED578B0CA3B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D523008b2513b094b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFFGJMCnB1Wsl1TNacIKI0GUR0HA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D523008b2513b094b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE394BCD179DF97E310B86C6AA3207F3CC4B2962.7CACF2C3CF036C8ECE4450B3036E5ED578B0CA3B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D523008b2513b094b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFFGJMCnB1Wsl1TNacIKI0GUR0HA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-175659957029247426?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/175659957029247426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=175659957029247426&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/175659957029247426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/175659957029247426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-annual-ornament-creation-and.html' title='Our Annual Ornament Creation and Special Song by Hadyn'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SyhQ-uMAXxI/AAAAAAAAAy0/WaYqDwlvIIM/s72-c/100_5355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-8527973160799256430</id><published>2009-11-17T12:20:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:33:35.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I keep putting off posting because I am so behind. I'm just going to post and catch up (maybe) later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had our family pics done by &lt;a href="http://capturedmomentsbymandie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mandie&lt;/a&gt; again this year. She is awesome and if you are in the Boise area, check her out. Her blog is in my sidebar, it's called Captured Moments. Anyway, here are some of my favorites...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405156770619731138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SwL5cfQWLMI/AAAAAAAAAyE/xRewisa2Wu8/s400/lf19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405156780159937010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SwL5dCy6KfI/AAAAAAAAAyM/qf6bhgMZHD0/s400/lf5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405156756859461554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SwL5br_pH7I/AAAAAAAAAx0/Ld33rFXnW_o/s400/lf33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405156748478533362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SwL5bMxeTvI/AAAAAAAAAxs/yTeafxygOJ8/s400/lf11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405156760953328498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SwL5b7Psk3I/AAAAAAAAAx8/p1uon0swLrA/s400/lf28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This one of Hadyn just makes me smile.  Okay mom, I'll take this picture, but I'm not super excited about it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405157188514786386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SwL500CSrFI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Q1DtWVibupM/s400/lf6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-8527973160799256430?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/8527973160799256430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=8527973160799256430&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/8527973160799256430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/8527973160799256430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/family-pics.html' title='Family Pics'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SwL5cfQWLMI/AAAAAAAAAyE/xRewisa2Wu8/s72-c/lf19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-3112553419596710628</id><published>2009-09-05T21:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:05:31.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Ingalls' Have Nothing On Us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Here's what we've been up to this weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We turned these beauties from our garden...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378198576930041922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SqMzHF1tMEI/AAAAAAAAAxU/ki1f7dWAMZs/s400/100_5063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Into 29 pints of stewed tomatoes.  These will be added to the 18 pints we got a week or so ago. It's by far the best harvest we've had from our tomato plants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Homegrown raspberries also came out of the freezer to become freezer jam, and homemade, fresh ground whole wheat bread was made (and almost an entire loaf consumed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SqMzH5wBKnI/AAAAAAAAAxc/mGjxqWxnCH8/s1600-h/100_5064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378198590864829042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SqMzH5wBKnI/AAAAAAAAAxc/mGjxqWxnCH8/s400/100_5064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Regan discovered a new obsession/talent/skill.  Hadyn gave her an embroidery kit for her birthday and I finally sat down with her to show her the basic stitches.  She ran with it and loves it.  She actually was surprisingly good at it very quickly.  She has a good touch for how big to make her stitches and how hard to pull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SqMzGiPXFsI/AAAAAAAAAxM/yWAmXlJl2CU/s1600-h/100_5043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378198567373969090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SqMzGiPXFsI/AAAAAAAAAxM/yWAmXlJl2CU/s400/100_5043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ended today with ice cream cones in the backyard.  You can't see Jeff in this shot, but the girls are tormenting him with the ice cream cones and are giggling as he tries to steal their treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378198599830865810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SqMzIbJsB5I/AAAAAAAAAxk/zBFq2Cmjq1k/s400/100_5068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-3112553419596710628?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3112553419596710628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=3112553419596710628&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3112553419596710628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3112553419596710628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/09/those-ingalls-have-nothing-on-us.html' title='Those Ingalls&apos; Have Nothing On Us...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SqMzHF1tMEI/AAAAAAAAAxU/ki1f7dWAMZs/s72-c/100_5063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-1525265505652176554</id><published>2009-09-02T12:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:28:46.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an Empty Nester at 34</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Well maybe not an official empty nester, but for two and a half hours a day, three days a week, I'm on my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HADYN IS IN PRESCHOOL!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was up at the crack of dawn today and fully dressed before I even woke up. She could hardly wait to see Ms. Janis. She wouldn't even let me walk her to the door, she said "Ms. Janis said we can just walk in." She loved her day and couldn't talk fast enough to tell me about it when I picked her up. What a big girl she is becoming. I'm undecided on how I feel about that...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376938453556203762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sp65CQdbEPI/AAAAAAAAAw0/wXP4JRY5R_A/s400/100_5035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376938463804873666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sp65C2o5W8I/AAAAAAAAAw8/TFMOVuw8HAA/s400/100_5038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376938471813644946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sp65DUeVgpI/AAAAAAAAAxE/sjUOqj0YmVk/s400/100_5039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-1525265505652176554?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1525265505652176554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=1525265505652176554&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1525265505652176554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1525265505652176554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-empty-nester-at-34.html' title='I&apos;m an Empty Nester at 34'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sp65CQdbEPI/AAAAAAAAAw0/wXP4JRY5R_A/s72-c/100_5035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-3557797790497542748</id><published>2009-08-31T20:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T07:56:19.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;About this time every year Regan decides to have a birthday, it's almost like clock-work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's her current information, so we have something to tease her about when she's older:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Her favorite color is &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;GOLD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;When she grows up she wants to be an art teacher or a fashion designer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She wants to attend BYU-Hawaii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Her favorite subjects are art and math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;What she wanted more than anything for her birthday was a nail design machine that could add sparkles, etc. to your fingernails. Unfortunately, her mom read the reviews on that product and dodged a major bullet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Her favorite show is Scooby-Doo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Her favorite food is pepperoni pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Her favorite book is "If I Were a Lion" by Sarah Weeks, which Aunt Beth gave her for her third birthday. She still loves it, and so does her mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Her favorite things to do are run, dance, swim, read and write stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Here she is celebrating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SpyMdfrJeZI/AAAAAAAAAws/fs4VRyN7T2o/s1600-h/100_5034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376326493520099730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SpyMdfrJeZI/AAAAAAAAAws/fs4VRyN7T2o/s400/100_5034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her new Didj, which on top of being able to play games on, she can program with her spelling words and current math topics each week and have it make games for her. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SpyMc9vP4HI/AAAAAAAAAwk/82ZOZS8f6d8/s1600-h/100_5032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376326484410490994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SpyMc9vP4HI/AAAAAAAAAwk/82ZOZS8f6d8/s400/100_5032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mad Libs. It was cool when I was young and I thought it was cool that they were still popular. What is even cooler is that I can still remember what most of the parts of speech are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SpyMcEKWVXI/AAAAAAAAAwc/fmZKCOWN72w/s1600-h/100_5024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376326468954903922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SpyMcEKWVXI/AAAAAAAAAwc/fmZKCOWN72w/s400/100_5024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blowing out the candles on her special request lemon cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY REGAN...WE LOVE YOU!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-3557797790497542748?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3557797790497542748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=3557797790497542748&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3557797790497542748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3557797790497542748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/08/lucky-7.html' title='Lucky #7'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SpyMdfrJeZI/AAAAAAAAAws/fs4VRyN7T2o/s72-c/100_5034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-8827390199568843136</id><published>2009-08-29T21:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:13:39.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Mohawk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just got back from a really fun overnight camping trip (yes, camping generally does mean overnight, but in this case I mean we spent just the one night).  Unfortunately, as I pulled out the camera to capture all the fun, all I got was a dead battery message.  Sigh...  Anyway, we had a lot of fun with some families Jeff grew up with.  Two of the boys were Regan and Hadyn's ages, and the four of them got along wonderfully.  It was funny to see Regan trying to balance on that fine line between being scared that Jeff's friend, Scott, was taking us on a 10:00pm bear hunt, and laughing at the fact that we really didn't expect to see any bears.  We did have one glitch in our otherwise perfect trip.   The zipper on the door of the tent broke, and would not close.  Normally this would not a major problem, I just figured we'd keep the lights off inside the tent to keep the bugs inside to a minimum.  I didn't quite work out that way.  First, we had just gone on a "bear hunt", and second, Regan can read now, and could understand the signs posted at the outhouse that there were indeed bears in the area and to keep our garbage safely contained.  Well, everyone knows that bears politely wait outside of zipped up tents, but actually go inside tents with broken zippers.  This caused some understandable panic in Regan and Hadyn.  Not to fear, Jeff and Scott marched off like the men they are to fix the tent.  15 minutes later, they came back.  We were a little short of duct tape, but the door was sealed with bear-proof tape.  Luckily our tent has two doors.  Crisis averted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Upon returning home, we quickly cleaned up and got ready to go to visit yet more friends (could we be more popular?) for a birthday party.  Jeff announced that he needed a haircut.  Now, many of you have heard me talk about how much I like it when Jeff cuts his hair really short, aka, with the clippers.  Well, I've been trying to convince him to do it again, and I finally wore him down.  We, of course, started with your basic mohawk, which, truly, Jeff looked great in.  I'm not just saying that, he could totally pull it off.  Sadly, this picture is as close as most of the world will get to seeing it.  I'll try to wear him down on the mohawk being a permanent fixture, but until then, at least I get the buzz cut.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes, I did say our camera battery was dead, but it was a mohawk!  It had to be captured.  I charged the battery for 2 minutes, and was able to get exactly one somewhat blurry picture out of it before it died again.  Enjoy.  Feel free to leave your positive comments about the mohawk.  Maybe if we all in blog-world team together we can see more of Jeff's wild side in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Spn4RVwqceI/AAAAAAAAAwU/BW5MU5uLyDo/s1600-h/100_5018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375600607026115042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Spn4RVwqceI/AAAAAAAAAwU/BW5MU5uLyDo/s400/100_5018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-8827390199568843136?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/8827390199568843136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=8827390199568843136&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/8827390199568843136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/8827390199568843136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/08/meet-mohawk.html' title='Meet the Mohawk'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Spn4RVwqceI/AAAAAAAAAwU/BW5MU5uLyDo/s72-c/100_5018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-7983225672219914562</id><published>2009-08-25T15:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:38:53.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spa Luke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week Hadyn came home from a play date with a make-up kit. Regan immediately took control of it and started giving make-overs to any and all willing participants.  On Sunday, Regan and Hadyn informed me that it was my turn, and, let's be honest, much needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told where to sit, a blanket was draped across my shoulders and I was beautified.  Hadyn was in charge of putting lotion on my legs.  Both treatments were very much appreciated, and I think the end result was well worth the $1 my neighbor paid for the make-up kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374017910198822082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SpRY0Qn85MI/AAAAAAAAAwE/fTYpi_b40Ko/s400/100_5006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eat your heart out America!  Get your apointments fast.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Since they have school and early bed times, slots fill up fast...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374017922975687666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SpRY1AOMY_I/AAAAAAAAAwM/fykkBy7IT94/s400/100_5008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-7983225672219914562?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/7983225672219914562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=7983225672219914562&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/7983225672219914562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/7983225672219914562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/08/spa-luke.html' title='Spa Luke'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SpRY0Qn85MI/AAAAAAAAAwE/fTYpi_b40Ko/s72-c/100_5006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-1811857174687446772</id><published>2009-08-12T20:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:10:41.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Civil Disobedience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have a standing rule at our house about growing up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is strictly forbidden.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not only do I want to keep my girls little and sweet and cute, but let's be honest, I don't want to be old enough to have grown children.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately, this rules seems to go the way of other household rules, and is completely ignored.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Case in point, today Regan started second grade.  Seriously, 2nd Grade!  I can still picture her the day we brought her home from the hospital (and can still hear her scream...you who knew her then, or had the pleasure of living within a one block radius of our house knows what I'm talking about).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It just seems to be going too fast.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, here she is on her way out the door.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do I even bother to make rules.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should have made a sign about it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hear signs work...Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369278008805827826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SoOB5r8wJPI/AAAAAAAAAvc/9MrzfZUUm7g/s400/Regan+Cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And just for reference, here she is on her way to her first day of kindergarten...sniff, sniff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SoOB6T4lfhI/AAAAAAAAAvk/fv8UsQ_U_eY/s1600-h/100_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369278019525770770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SoOB6T4lfhI/AAAAAAAAAvk/fv8UsQ_U_eY/s400/100_0482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-1811857174687446772?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1811857174687446772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=1811857174687446772&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1811857174687446772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1811857174687446772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/08/civil-disobedience.html' title='Civil Disobedience'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SoOB5r8wJPI/AAAAAAAAAvc/9MrzfZUUm7g/s72-c/Regan+Cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-3429598931297342625</id><published>2009-08-09T20:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:32:15.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Route of the Hiawatha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; This is a little old news, but newsworthy all the same.  A few weeks ago we met up again with the &lt;a href="http://prestwichpeeps.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prestwich's&lt;/a&gt; for a camping/biking adventure in Northern Idaho.  We actually camped near a tiny town called Avery, which is just past St. Maries, ID.  It is a logging community, so their school mascot is a lumberjack.  Jeff really gets a kick out of this guy at the high school.  I would feel bad not including since Jeff took such pains to really capture his tree-chopping essence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368164459277582754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sn-NIkseAaI/AAAAAAAAAuU/SFn4T4a_0BU/s400/100_4596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When we started looking through the three possible campgrounds for a spot for our group, we were starting go get worried that so many spots were taken already, in spite of it being a Wednesday.  Luckily there was one spot left, and it was literally the best spot out of the entire area.  We had tons of trees and shade, space for a large tent and a camp trailer, trails for the kids to explore, trails to the river for fishing and playing and even huckleberry bushes!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Dave, AKA the pied piper.  He had all the kids entranced watching him make a whistle out of a willow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sn-PDqOK5RI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ZfoXaEmi4PE/s1600-h/100_4691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368166573885023506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sn-PDqOK5RI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ZfoXaEmi4PE/s400/100_4691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's all of our group walking along the St. Joe River.  Isn't it so beautiful!?  Dave and Jeff are in the waders in the water, and Jeff just caught a fish.  He's such a good provider...wait, it's catch and release... oh well, I wasn't thrilled about cleaning them anyway...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368164463313345842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sn-NIzuq3TI/AAAAAAAAAuc/nzSyShQhZlY/s400/100_4626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; One of the days of the campout was set aside for the &lt;a href="http://www.skilookout.com/hiawatha/"&gt;Route of the Hiawatha&lt;/a&gt;.  It was such a cool family activity.  It is an old railway that has since been converted to a bike trail.  It is about 15 miles long and the entire route is on a gentle downhill grade with a shuttle at the base.  It is in  beautiful mountains and you go over huge trestle bridges and several long, dark tunnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am at the trailhead, a tunnel that is just under 2 miles long and dark and muddy and even a little chilly in the deepest part.  It was a little eerie at first.  You would be in touble without a decent headlamp.  I have the girls in the trailer behind me, and they serenaded me the entire tunnel with "Mud, mud, glorious mud, nothing's quite like it for cooling the blood"...that helped, a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sn-NJbNamWI/AAAAAAAAAuk/p2rEsvM2qc8/s1600-h/100_4635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368164473911286114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sn-NJbNamWI/AAAAAAAAAuk/p2rEsvM2qc8/s400/100_4635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the bridges we crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368164487999067874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sn-NKPsNFuI/AAAAAAAAAus/IcrBKwse1KU/s400/100_4657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end.  I was hoping for a group shot, but everyone was a little tired and grouchy and wanted to run around.  These were the only troopers willing to work with me, and two of them had no real choice.  That's Jackson in the middle of my girls, he and Regan became quite the BFF's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368164493738535618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sn-NKlEmasI/AAAAAAAAAu0/OwNNPcO7Bqk/s400/100_4671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, not everything can go as planned however...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368166582543782802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sn-PEKelE5I/AAAAAAAAAvE/qL0TDSymQIQ/s400/100_4749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-3429598931297342625?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3429598931297342625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=3429598931297342625&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3429598931297342625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3429598931297342625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/08/route-of-hiawatha.html' title='Route of the Hiawatha'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sn-NIkseAaI/AAAAAAAAAuU/SFn4T4a_0BU/s72-c/100_4596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-3356872127958074211</id><published>2009-07-21T09:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:43:16.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go for the Gold - Girls' Camp 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to my sister for taking my girls for the week, I was able to attend the entire week of Girls' Camp.  It was an amazing week.  My spirit has been lifted, my resolve to improve strengthened and my body exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeff and I and another couple in our ward were lucky enough to get to lead 8 4th year girls on their overnight backpacking trip.  We took them up to Boulder Creek and hiked up to Boulder Lake and Lake Louie.  This was no easy hike.  Packs were heavy (due in part to enough smore's fixins to feed an army), weather was wet and we covered around 14 miles, mostly uphill, inspite of Brother Blaser's claim that we were "coasting" most of the way :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we are at our uppermost point of the hike.  That's Lake Louie you can see through the trees.  We were able to drop our big packs at Boulder Lake, where we set up our campsite before continuing on to the upper lake.  It is so beautiful up here, especially with the wet spring.  There were wild flowers everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SmXdYj5ZCRI/AAAAAAAAAuM/cMwqqO6UmYU/s1600-h/100_4508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360934345476999442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SmXdYj5ZCRI/AAAAAAAAAuM/cMwqqO6UmYU/s400/100_4508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the mountain of boulders we had to navigate to get back to camp.  Our tents were right on the other side of the embankment.  Below us you can see Boulder Lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360934318580344546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SmXdW_supuI/AAAAAAAAAts/i8sM6v8PGyM/s400/100_4524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After 6 hours of hiking, we were ready for some good, warm food.  Everyone was wet from their knees down since it had been rainy and we were walking through tall grass part of the way.  Warm hawaiian haystacks hit the spot, followed by Smore's...yummm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360931722379994242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SmXa_4GVJII/AAAAAAAAAtU/g49ABt3-deg/s400/100_4528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the girls the next morning preparing to head back down the mountain to our cars.  They look pretty good for having hiked long and hard the previous day and what seemed to us leaders as an entire night of yelling, wrestling and truth-or-daring in their tent.  Thank goodness we OLD leaders had our own tent.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360931734895775714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SmXbAmuUz-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/CmUsUgtKWVU/s400/100_4539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A morning view of Boulder Lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360931732539623954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SmXbAd8kyhI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ycapp22K7Xo/s400/100_4532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After meeting up with the rest of the girls' camp at Camp Ee-Da-How, we had the traditional and infamous skit night.  Here are our valient Priesthood leaders.  They were doing a skit...or were they...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SmXdYGJrogI/AAAAAAAAAuE/u3CIwd4MCz0/s1600-h/100_4569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360934337492263426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SmXdYGJrogI/AAAAAAAAAuE/u3CIwd4MCz0/s400/100_4569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group picture at Cascade Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360934327226684082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SmXdXf6LUrI/AAAAAAAAAt0/A6rGDY4UkA4/s400/100_4543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Group picture on our hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SmXdXu-ZrPI/AAAAAAAAAt8/2ZMSU7wHaTk/s1600-h/100_4573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360934331270933746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SmXdXu-ZrPI/AAAAAAAAAt8/2ZMSU7wHaTk/s400/100_4573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Activities like Girls' Camp really make me realize how good kids are these days.  They get a bad rap sometimes, but I am continually amazed by their kindness and real desire to live as they have been taught.  I am strengthened just be being around them.  It gives me hope and excitement for my own girls to be this age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-3356872127958074211?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3356872127958074211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=3356872127958074211&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3356872127958074211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3356872127958074211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/07/go-for-gold-girls-camp-2009.html' title='Go for the Gold - Girls&apos; Camp 2009'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SmXdYj5ZCRI/AAAAAAAAAuM/cMwqqO6UmYU/s72-c/100_4508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-394269083658621280</id><published>2009-07-10T17:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:28:59.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Tryin' to Tell You Somethin' 'Bout My Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuesday I, my friend Karla and my sister (also my friend) Robin went to the Indigo Girls concert in Salt Lake City. It was amazing. I've been a HUGE fan of them since I was 16. Listening to them live was so surreal. I am still floating around on Cloud 9, and poor Jeff is constantly being subjected to their CD's or, worse, me singing (badly) their songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SlfLpfmRjDI/AAAAAAAAAs8/DlE_-bImVUA/s1600-h/Indigo%2520Girls%2520Large%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356974195497602098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SlfLpfmRjDI/AAAAAAAAAs8/DlE_-bImVUA/s400/Indigo%2520Girls%2520Large%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily &amp;amp; Amy, as cool as ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I can't take credit for this pic, I just borrowed it, I never actually got this close. Although we thought we might try to storm their bus during the opening artist, but decided against it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their new CD. It is really good, and has two discs with the same songs, one disc is the acoustic versions, my personal fave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SlfLpFXsSiI/AAAAAAAAAs0/4fEt14nvzVI/s1600-h/61COMXXSFmL%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356974188457118242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SlfLpFXsSiI/AAAAAAAAAs0/4fEt14nvzVI/s400/61COMXXSFmL%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening act was Gregory Alan Isakov. He was also amazing. I'd never heard of him, but he had an amazing voise. Sort of like a sober Bob Dylan. Nice. We got to talk to him for a while and he autographed his CD's for us. He's cool, and fame, or at least his pending fame hasn't spoiled him yet. Let's keep our fingers crossed... I'm a sucker for a guitar, throw in a fiddle and the occasional cello and I'm yours for life.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356972799749893666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SlfKYQCFriI/AAAAAAAAAsc/y-_L73CVvMI/s400/100_4457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indigo Girls put on a great show. They played a lot of their new stuff, but ended with a long list of their greatest hits. It was amazing to hear so many people singing their lyrics with them and dancing. I admit I was hoarse by the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356972809397989986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SlfKYz-X8mI/AAAAAAAAAsk/QEAkhJxljxY/s400/100_4459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Check out this beautiful venue! Red Butte Gardens in Salt Lake City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SlfKyLRpq2I/AAAAAAAAAss/t8lnDCIfGCQ/s1600-h/100_4458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356973245149588322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SlfKyLRpq2I/AAAAAAAAAss/t8lnDCIfGCQ/s400/100_4458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Girls" are in Boise at the end of the month. Who's with me? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-394269083658621280?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/394269083658621280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=394269083658621280&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/394269083658621280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/394269083658621280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-tryin-to-tell-you-somethin-bout-my.html' title='I&apos;m Tryin&apos; to Tell You Somethin&apos; &apos;Bout My Life...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SlfLpfmRjDI/AAAAAAAAAs8/DlE_-bImVUA/s72-c/Indigo%2520Girls%2520Large%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-1851838425034676336</id><published>2009-06-23T10:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:24:25.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He Said I Run Like a Girl...I said he could too if he Ran a Little Faster...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was the closing ceremony for Regan's school's Mini-Marathon program. Kids who chose to participate would use their morning recess twice a week to run the paved track at the school. Their laps were punched on their punchcards and tracked all year long (minus the snowy months). The goal was to run 26 miles, which is no small task. There were only a handful for 1st-5th graders that actually ran that far, but Regan was given an award for reaching a half-marathon of 13 miles. So cool. We are so proud of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's all the swag that they were going to give away at the closing ceremony. Those are all bags of gift certificates, Gatorade, water bottles, etc. that were provided by local running shops, as well as the awesome PTA volunteers that ran it all year long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350571028806853730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SkEMAI2HZGI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xfjwfCTZEvk/s400/100_4365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here she is with her prizes and her punch card. It is such a cool program. For every lap they get a punch on their card. Three punches is one mile. At certain goalpoints, they get special beads for their lanyard, like feet, tennis shoes, etc. Regan was really excited about this program all year. It's one of my favorite programs at the school.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350571024883542018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SkEL_6OuaAI/AAAAAAAAAsM/dA6tqQc0Sws/s400/100_4374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In other news, our garden is on a record-setting pace, in spite of the late frosts that attempted to thwart our efforts. We have tons of lettuce and some green onions. We're looking forward to a great harvest of tomatoes, potatoes, squash, zucchine, cucumbers, pumpkins, watermellon and canteloupes. Right now, we are just starting to pick raspberries. We are hoping for enough this year to actually make some jam. We had our first picking last night for Family Home Evening. Not many of these raspberries will ever see the inside of a jam jar...not when there's vanilla and chocolate ice cream in the freezer. Yummm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, here is our first raspberry picking. It may not seem like much, but this is just the beginning. There are tons still green on the bushes. This is literally more than we got all of last year combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350571015213259858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SkEL_WNJnFI/AAAAAAAAAsE/xAVi-vFX9NE/s400/100_4356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And here is Jeff picking away and wondering if it is really necessary to document EVERYTHING. Yes, Jeff, it is necessary. Now smile. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350571010482499810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SkEL_ElP8OI/AAAAAAAAAr8/a997N150dzE/s400/100_4364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then, just a little pat on my own back. This is what the girls and I made for Jeff and his dad for Father's Day. I totally admit to TOTALLY ripping off the idea from &lt;a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/2009/06/fast-food-fun.html"&gt;Bakerella,&lt;/a&gt; but I actually made it, so that should count for something, right? We thought it turned out really cute. If you can't tell, and don't go to the trouble to follow the link, that is a yellow cupcake for a bun, brownie for the hamburger patty, and different icings for the condiments. On the side is some sugar cookie "french fries". That's my kind of happy meal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350571007361743602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SkEL-49M-vI/AAAAAAAAAr0/tElSyTi0Ux0/s400/100_4352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-1851838425034676336?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1851838425034676336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=1851838425034676336&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1851838425034676336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1851838425034676336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-said-i-run-like-girli-said-he-could.html' title='He Said I Run Like a Girl...I said he could too if he Ran a Little Faster...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SkEMAI2HZGI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xfjwfCTZEvk/s72-c/100_4365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-1866268395377847177</id><published>2009-06-21T11:03:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:32:08.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Father's Day Shout Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Happy Father's Day to all you dads out there. I know a lot of great one's, and I hope you have a great day. A big thank you goes out to my own Dad.   There are so many things I have learned from my dad, often just by watching him.  One of my greatest loves is reading, and from as early as I can remember, my dad has been instilling that love for books in me.  Thanks dad.  Happy Father's Day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349830198588685026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sj5qOJOJOuI/AAAAAAAAArk/WV7xnAZgxWY/s400/100_0206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another important dad in my life is Robert.  Technically he is my father-in-law, but he is much more to me than that.  He never hesitates to come to my aid when I call and ask for help, ask to borrow something, or for a favor, and trust me, I do that a lot.  On top of that, he is the father of one of my favorite people, and although there are many times he would probably choose NOT to claim responsiblity for raising my husband, he did a great job, and I'm forever indebted to him for the man/husband/father he raised.  Happy Father's Day Robert (I'll see you later tonight for Father's Day goodies and to bring back some of the aforementioned borrowed items :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349829365584307234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sj5pdqCbJCI/AAAAAAAAArc/Dv8NP1_Rpv4/s400/100_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last but definately not least, Happy Father's Day to my husband.  He does so much for our family, and is a constant example to me of patience and caring.  My favorite thing about Jeff is that he understands that kids should be allowed to be kids, and he loves to join in.  From jumping on the trampoline to watching Sponge Bob, Jeff is Regan's and Hadyn's favorite play date.  For all you do for us Jeff, Happy Father's Day.  We love you.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349830802535895122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sj5qxTGYUFI/AAAAAAAAArs/KmHXJVrq7tg/s400/100_4146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-1866268395377847177?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1866268395377847177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=1866268395377847177&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1866268395377847177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1866268395377847177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-shout-out.html' title='A Father&apos;s Day Shout Out'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sj5qOJOJOuI/AAAAAAAAArk/WV7xnAZgxWY/s72-c/100_0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-9027317701837746303</id><published>2009-06-09T09:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:55:12.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I Fall in the Hierarchy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Si6EqWyblbI/AAAAAAAAArE/qDCNZu3xJhs/s1600-h/100_4328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345355670941832626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Si6EqWyblbI/AAAAAAAAArE/qDCNZu3xJhs/s400/100_4328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday Hadyn told me this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Mom, I still like you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but I think I like my balloon more than you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's just so much fun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not even a fancy mylar balloon. No helium...currently no air. Just a give-away balloon from Regan's race Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's comments like this that really make motherhood worth it... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-9027317701837746303?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/9027317701837746303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=9027317701837746303&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/9027317701837746303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/9027317701837746303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Where I Fall in the Hierarchy'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Si6EqWyblbI/AAAAAAAAArE/qDCNZu3xJhs/s72-c/100_4328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-6826677615103916957</id><published>2009-06-06T22:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:12:20.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Capitol Classic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We could not be prouder of Regan today.  It was such a fun day, where the fact that my firstborn is growing up way too fast was thrown at me many times.  Regan and her friend Katie ran in the Capitol Classic Kids Run.  It is for kids ages 6 to 14, and is a one-mile race from the Boise Train Depot, down Capitol Boulevard to the State Capitol.  Of course, as seems to be the &lt;a href="http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/09/st-lukes-womens-fitness-celebration.html"&gt;Luke girls' luck&lt;/a&gt;, it rained until about the time the race ended.  Regan and Katie didn't seem to mind.  They had a lot of fun and made us all so proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pre-Race with Buster Bronco...GO BSU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344446313595788882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SitJmysF3lI/AAAAAAAAAqw/iKr93NNajbc/s400/DSCN7415.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Doing a little warming up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SitI7VrmtbI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/81PmNLFZaug/s1600-h/DSCN7428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344445567074743730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SitI7VrmtbI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/81PmNLFZaug/s400/DSCN7428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Runners, take your marks... Get set...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344445569109901298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SitI7dQ0v_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/LUvLtoDMuXg/s400/DSCN7429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344445857541117954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SitJMPwL2AI/AAAAAAAAAqg/0AdN262xn38/s400/DSCN7437.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Coming in with a strong finish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SitI6arepNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/IneqTEObNe0/s1600-h/100_4321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344445551236523218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SitI6arepNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/IneqTEObNe0/s400/100_4321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regan goes for the pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344445560217521890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SitI68ItzuI/AAAAAAAAAqA/TXBDX1djltE/s400/100_4322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Run a race and still look this good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344445564027906338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SitI7KVLqSI/AAAAAAAAAqI/OJUnJKq_vAs/s400/100_4325.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344445861269190082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SitJMdpBtcI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jH3rtlHadt8/s400/DSCN7455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-6826677615103916957?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/6826677615103916957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=6826677615103916957&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/6826677615103916957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/6826677615103916957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/06/capitol-classic.html' title='The Capitol Classic'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SitJmysF3lI/AAAAAAAAAqw/iKr93NNajbc/s72-c/DSCN7415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-2666352353048574567</id><published>2009-05-16T08:09:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:30:25.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Year End Shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; It is that time of year when we get to see what our children have learned from a year of schooling and their extracurricular activities. We have had a fun time seeing the girls showing us how they've grown and improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regan just completed her second year with Treasure Valley Ballet Academy. She loves ballet, especially getting ready for the recitals and seeing and wearing the costumes. The year-end recital was The Wizard of Oz, and Regan was one of the Wicked Witche's wolves that were sent (prior to the flying monkeys) to stop Dorothy. She had a lot of fun and looked beautiful. Grandma Moss was able to come up from Utah, which was probably one of Regan's favorite things about the whole event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is with some of the flowers she was given. The next picture is her in her costume on the way to dress rehearsal. She did change into ballet shoes at the auditorium. The full costume had a fur vest and hat with ears. For some reason I didn't get good pictures of that. I'll try to scan the pictures she had done at the studio and post them soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344435001191500626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sis_UUsvC1I/AAAAAAAAApo/BX9mmUmkIN4/s400/100_4267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sis-Ai-jIQI/AAAAAAAAApY/WRyaBfkBeLE/s1600-h/100_4252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344433561915302146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sis-Ai-jIQI/AAAAAAAAApY/WRyaBfkBeLE/s400/100_4252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hadyn has just finished her first year of gymnastics with The Little Gym. She loved it. It was a perfect fit for her personality and her complete lack of fear. This will probably be the end of her career as a gymnast, as she is getting more and more interested in ballet and becoming even more like her idolized big sister. She is also beginning to control her energy level just a little. Hadyn is looking forward (as in asking each day how many days until...) starting preschool in September. I don't know who is more excited, Hadyn or Hadyn's mom... Here she is doing one of her favorite gymnastics tricks (with the moral support of her friend, Cascade, that take the class with her):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345535840109032466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Si8ohlPRdBI/AAAAAAAAArM/fjbsPPW9Se4/s400/100_4310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-2666352353048574567?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2666352353048574567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=2666352353048574567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2666352353048574567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2666352353048574567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/05/year-end-shows.html' title='Year End Shows'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Sis_UUsvC1I/AAAAAAAAApo/BX9mmUmkIN4/s72-c/100_4267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-1624787296803436803</id><published>2009-04-30T23:04:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:50:33.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you all missed some fun stuff while I was on blogging hiatus. Here are a few of the highlights in no particular order...actually in whatever order Blogger decided to stick them into this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In February, we travelled to Kalispell area in Montana and spent a week with some good friends, &lt;a href="http://prestwichpeeps.blogspot.com/"&gt;the Prestwich's&lt;/a&gt;, that Jeff and I have known since the good old days at the U of I (GO VANDALS). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is us at a huge lake (which I'm too lazy to look up the name of and it's been too long to actually remember) in Glacier National Park. Try to focus more on the beautiful lake and mountains rather than on us. We're cold, windblown, and looking into the sun. It was such a great vacation. We sledded, skied, ate really good and played. The Prestwich's have boys our girls ages roughly, so it was fun for the kids. The last time we went on vacation with these guys they just had Isaac, and I think I was about 20 weeks into my pregnancy with Regan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330727310856196338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SfqMPu4OkPI/AAAAAAAAApA/0_pvdjkUhSo/s400/100_3662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hadyn got to go one a date with her dad to go skiing at Bogus. One day she'll probably be embarrassed that we took our own packets of instant oatmeal and used the water from the coffee makers in the cafe in the ski lodge. At this age she just thinks we're cool for remembering spoons. Ahhhh, to pause time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330726518405691954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SfqLhmxTejI/AAAAAAAAAow/c9YbPSfxKq4/s400/100_3814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;For April Fools day we had the first annual mixed up dinner. All the parts of dinner, each food, plate, cup, etc. was written on a slip of paper and each of us had a set of all the slips. Each course you could draw out three items. After each course your placesetting was completely cleared. It led to some interesting combinations. Here's one of my courses. What I wouldn't have given for a drink of anything. Those are some dry foods! Luckily I had my fork...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330724038399639538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SfqJRQByP_I/AAAAAAAAAog/le3-VuYDV_U/s400/100_4068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unluckily for Hadyn she drew juice but no cup. Dad to the rescue. I think I may adopt this all the time. No more dirty glasses or cups to wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330728569400649058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SfqNY_Um5WI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Axsq3-O6y7Y/s400/100_4073.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Easter egg hunt. This was the first year we really hid the eggs. We were smart enough not to use real eggs in case some didn't get found, but not smart enough to just write down where everything was hid. Somewhere there is one plastic egg waiting to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330721268884879602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SfqGwCyAuPI/AAAAAAAAAoY/2dWmP9CzUAo/s400/100_4094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And lastly, the much anticipated Moss Family Reunion was a great success. My brother Dave and his family were visiting from Alaska, so we were excited to get everyone together. It was a one day event, and my other brother, Richard was in charge (translation: My sis-in-law, Jamie did an awesome job). I love the picture of Hadyn and my mom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330721261121139458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SfqGvl2_cwI/AAAAAAAAAoI/aPZtnkaRUz4/s400/100_4024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330725768708058498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SfqK197dbYI/AAAAAAAAAoo/jnwt5C9US9k/s400/100_4047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-1624787296803436803?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1624787296803436803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=1624787296803436803&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1624787296803436803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1624787296803436803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-catching-up.html' title='A Little Catching Up'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SfqMPu4OkPI/AAAAAAAAApA/0_pvdjkUhSo/s72-c/100_3662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-1983630827242087426</id><published>2009-04-21T10:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:45:10.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We Love Living in Boise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, I almost feel that I should introduce myself...Instead, I think I'll just pretend that it hasn't be a month and a half since my last post...The Luke clan has been well, although very busy. I aced my first two classes, and am working my way through another while trying to get registered for several more. Regan is loving the new spring weather and doing well in school and ballet. Her recital is next month and she is very excited. She's also participating in her school's mini-marathon, which has her running laps two recesses a week. She past her 10-mile mark, and seems to enjoy running. I know, it's hard to understand. Hadyn is enjoying her gymnastics class and counting down the minutes until she starts preschool in the fall. Jeff hasn't made as many international trips this year, for which we are grateful. He has kept busy with work, his church calling and snowboarding (not necessarily in that order).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, yesterday was an amazing day, and we were reminded of how great Boise is. We started our day as usual, running Regan to school, etc. After school though, was our first day this year of running through the sprinklers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327179743505610450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Se3xwIpO9tI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/aPJgisD-dN0/s400/100_4109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327179736265018402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Se3xvtq8TCI/AAAAAAAAAnI/c1wkbd7JMNU/s400/100_4106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, we quickly got ready to meet up with Jeff's sister's family, and we headed up to Bogus Basin for some sledding/snowboarding. The ski lifts and everything are closed, but there's still snow, so off we went. It is a long winding road to get up to the hill, but so worth it. The girls sledded a few times on sleds, then a few times on just their backsides, then they just played in ths snow. Jeff snowboarded a little on the sledding hill, then, when we were starting to pack up, he went all the way down the hill and we picked him up at the base of the mountain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327179751268148946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Se3xwlj95tI/AAAAAAAAAng/FkpYcxxGEgg/s400/100_4151.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; It was so warm we only wore gloves and snowpants to keep dry. I was actually in shorts and didn't even get cold. I love Boise! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327179755759267170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Se3xw2Su7WI/AAAAAAAAAno/mvCdvWmc6Fg/s400/100_4148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Jeff snowboarding.  I know I'm biased, but I think he looks pretty good...and he's a good snowboarder :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ef57ff389fcf2000" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def57ff389fcf2000%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DAD2940DF77573F86B0DA640E5608293498F1D58.52B89B23F481E2F9DF504995B87E52BB7D41E5A9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def57ff389fcf2000%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJiXDxd9VYlaNYY4M9yGZVyIa0Ok&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def57ff389fcf2000%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DAD2940DF77573F86B0DA640E5608293498F1D58.52B89B23F481E2F9DF504995B87E52BB7D41E5A9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def57ff389fcf2000%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJiXDxd9VYlaNYY4M9yGZVyIa0Ok&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then we finished our day with donuts and this view.  Does it get any better? (No.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327181456466082114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Se3zT161eUI/AAAAAAAAAnw/naCjQ8hNlGk/s400/100_4156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-1983630827242087426?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ef57ff389fcf2000&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1983630827242087426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=1983630827242087426&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1983630827242087426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1983630827242087426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-we-love-living-in-boise.html' title='Why We Love Living in Boise'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/Se3xwIpO9tI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/aPJgisD-dN0/s72-c/100_4109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-8220929126845235931</id><published>2009-02-06T23:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:26:16.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Month is Such a Special Month...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hadyn, all shiny and new with her big sister (who seems so small here).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299933713808258370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SY0loeiodUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/EfttTh4TSNQ/s400/106_0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was not shy with the cake on her first birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299933716477107122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SY0looe727I/AAAAAAAAAmo/JKJh6jESP7M/s400/129_2967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was still all smiles by her 2nd birthday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is a rare day when Hadyn is not happy and giggling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SY0looYSObI/AAAAAAAAAmw/hqDCp_egcgE/s1600-h/Hadyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299933716449212850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SY0looYSObI/AAAAAAAAAmw/hqDCp_egcgE/s400/Hadyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Birthday number 3 found her in Boise surrounded by family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SY0ln7Wkd7I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/rsUT2_6Lyag/s1600-h/100_1477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299933704362424242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SY0ln7Wkd7I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/rsUT2_6Lyag/s400/100_1477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll let her tell you how old she is today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299933705906394722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SY0loBGrlmI/AAAAAAAAAmY/vOmU_NCD8_8/s400/100_3606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hadyn is such an amazing girl.  She is always ready with a smile, hug and kiss.  She loves to take care of people and she loves her big sister.  She wants to be a mom and a doctor when she grows up.  She thinks her mom is the best cook and she misses her dad when he travels.  She is a natural skiier, a great gymnast and my helper.  Her favorite thing to do is watch SpongeBob with her dad.  Happy Birthday Hadyn.  We love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-8220929126845235931?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/8220929126845235931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=8220929126845235931&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/8220929126845235931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/8220929126845235931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-month-is-such-special-month.html' title='This Month is Such a Special Month...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SY0loeiodUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/EfttTh4TSNQ/s72-c/106_0602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-1969092499684845251</id><published>2009-02-06T21:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:52:03.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What We've Been Doing Instead of Blogging</title><content type='html'>I cannot fully put into words how crazy our lives have become, and yet, here I am putting it into words... My sis-in-law did this a while back and I thought it was a brilliant way to catch up on the blog without too much time or stress. So, here it is (in no specific order.  Chronological would have been nice, but no:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I did on my Blogger Vacation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by Maria Luke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeff has been to Vietnam twice in the last two months. He only stays for a week each time, which means he actually spent more time traveling to and from than actually in Vietnam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have officially gone back to school and am in a pre-nursing program. I am currently taking 7 credits, but on the quarter (vs. semester) system which means we move fast. I am loving it, and find that either I am way smarter, or dating Jeff is significantly more distracting than being married to Jeff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Regan has had two ballet recitals. One was just her usual Winter recital, where she and her class did a really cute dance to "One" from Chorus Line. The second was a much bigger recital for which her group was chosen to participate. The did the same dance, but in a recital with groups chosen from about 10 area studios. I'll try to post a short video at the end of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I spent a week flat on my back. Not the relaxing, eating bon bon's type of rest, more like the cockroach that simply can't get up sort of thing. Apparently I herniated two discs in my lower back, and, also apparently, that area of your body is affected when you do anything, including blinking. It was very painful, and I was a huge baby, but my dear, loving husband, was amazing taking care of everything that he could. What a guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I was finally upright again after #4 (not running any races, mind you, but at least sobbing in pain), I sent Jeff snowboarding. I'm sure he needed a break from being my nurse for a while. He came home earlier than expected with a limp and a sprained knee. We were quite a pair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After #'s 5 &amp;amp; 6, Jeff and I have come to the conclusion that we are old and falling apart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have replaced most of the trim in our home that we took off to tile our kitchen and dining rooms a year ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also don't think I've mentioned yet that at the end of last year I started doing medical transcription for an orthopedic surgeon. I really like doing it. I am a total geek. I love typing. I can't play the piano, but I can type and I find it very relaxing. Weird, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hadyn has finally found an outlet for her boundless energy. She goes to gymnastics once a week. It doesn't make her any more likely to take a nap, but it is nice to see her chanelling that energy into something productive. I tried to convince her that cleaning toilets and scrubbing floors for her mom was an equally fun way to use up energy, but she wasn't convinced. Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Regan was awarded the Citizenship award for her class. We were and are very proud of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We spent a couple days in Driggs, Idaho, celebrating our anniversary (11th), loving the idea of being snowed in my aunt and uncles cabin and hoping for glimpses of the Grand Teton (it never came out from behind the fog, clouds and gusting wind) and hoping the cabin withstood the CRAZY winds that blew. It was fun and very relaxing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Well, I think that's it. I feel like I'm beginning to get my feet back under myself and I am adjusting to my new schedule so I hope to update a bit more frequently, but don't hold me to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here's a little snippet of Miss Regan performing "One":&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f1018f304c961cb5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df1018f304c961cb5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D989C6F2DF38BB41D6C4F319CB293A8D2660FD15.CA03459D8AE75AA25C91F6B050F90BB20A17EA3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df1018f304c961cb5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dhocb9aXXW88VQA1MulPRszUntjs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df1018f304c961cb5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D989C6F2DF38BB41D6C4F319CB293A8D2660FD15.CA03459D8AE75AA25C91F6B050F90BB20A17EA3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df1018f304c961cb5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dhocb9aXXW88VQA1MulPRszUntjs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299919239115830162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SY0Yd8HB85I/AAAAAAAAAmI/gA6qawbPS_Y/s400/100_3598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-1969092499684845251?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f1018f304c961cb5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1969092499684845251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=1969092499684845251&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1969092499684845251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1969092499684845251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-weve-been-doing-instead-of.html' title='What We&apos;ve Been Doing Instead of Blogging'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SY0Yd8HB85I/AAAAAAAAAmI/gA6qawbPS_Y/s72-c/100_3598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-8427059681096441845</id><published>2008-12-28T22:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:08:33.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming back to Real Life...Sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow! We have had such a great holiday! Jeff's company shut down for two weeks, which means we get him full-time for two weeks, and it has been so nice. We have had so much fun doing family stuff...stuff that obviously did not include blogging. So, here is a whirlwind tour of our Chrismas. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285085586003405634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SVhlVsFFK0I/AAAAAAAAAlA/FX5SsFm2h8I/s400/100_3479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is on Christmas Eve. The girl hasn't even received a stocking full of sweets yet. She is so excited for Santa to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SVhlWXPdUwI/AAAAAAAAAlI/1FSStv9WvPI/s1600-h/100_3484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285085597589656322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SVhlWXPdUwI/AAAAAAAAAlI/1FSStv9WvPI/s400/100_3484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is what we ate on Christmas Eve. I would say the girls actually look forward to this more than opening presents. I love this tradition. On Christmas Eve, we eat our Shepherd's dinner on a blanket on the floor. We try to keep the food simple. This year we had roasted beef, homemade bread, grapes, home-canned grape juice and assorted cheese. We talk about the shephards, what they were doing before their angelic visitation, and then how they left to find the Savior. This year we also read a children's Christmas story by Helen Ward, "The Animals' Christmas Carol". A good friend read the story in church and I loved it and it's message that each of us has a gift we can give to the Savior, and for each of us it is different but equally important. Regan and Hadyn liked the story, but kept saying, "Why is Mom crying?". Curse my emotions! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285085603544040130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SVhlWtbGAsI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/5d4G3xLgW6Y/s400/100_3488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fast forward to Christmas morning. Santa brought the girls Barbie clothes, and several costumes to add to their dress up chest. Here is Daphne (Regan and Hadyn LOVE Scooby Doo, and especially love Daphne) and the Snow Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285085619678327682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SVhlXphzs4I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Hwq20UAsm-o/s400/100_3493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is Hadyn with her favorite gift. Regan picked out a beautiful snow globe for her that plays Christmas music. She carries it around everywhere, and wound and wound it all Christmas morning. I don't know how fragile it is, it seems pretty sturdy...I'm sure we'll find out soon enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285085626210912162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SVhlYB3TB6I/AAAAAAAAAlg/vZCHRDVbYhs/s400/100_3502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then, here we are on Saturday. We got dumped on with snow. We played in the backyard, and went sledding with Uncle Matt's family. Good times. I'm glad we went then, since it has been raining today, and all we have now is a lot of slush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas from the Luke Family. We hope you all had, and continue to have a great Christmas holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-8427059681096441845?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/8427059681096441845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=8427059681096441845&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/8427059681096441845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/8427059681096441845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/12/coming-back-to-real-lifesigh.html' title='Coming back to Real Life...Sigh...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SVhlVsFFK0I/AAAAAAAAAlA/FX5SsFm2h8I/s72-c/100_3479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-4191923920112097787</id><published>2008-12-16T09:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:23:52.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Christmas Ornaments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each year, since we were married (which in exactly two weeks will be 11 years) we make ornaments for our tree. One for each of us. Our tree is mostly homemade ornaments, either by us or by friends, and we love it. Anyway, my friend's friend start an &lt;a href="http://littlenannygoat.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;awesome crafty blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, where I found the cutest, no-sew ornaments. For the full directions, you'll have to go to &lt;a href="http://whipup.net/2008/12/08/tutorial-fabric-ornament/#more-6968"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which is also an awesome site for simple crafty projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, we each made our ornament last night for Family Home Evening. The girls loved it, and Jeff tolerated it :). I was able to let the girls be creative rather than continually correcting them to make them look "right". It was such a fun night, and I love how Regan and Hadyn's turned out. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280431210534053666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfcNYTEpyI/AAAAAAAAAkM/K-JG31olcIs/s400/100_3442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280431221390095474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfcOAvWtHI/AAAAAAAAAkU/GE9Gd1emm3o/s400/100_3444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280431224855906882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfcONpqykI/AAAAAAAAAkc/NWeNr4v9gS0/s400/Regan%27s+ornament.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280431200592095602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfcMzQuaXI/AAAAAAAAAkE/K9ZeqMQKuNA/s400/100_3441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-4191923920112097787?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/4191923920112097787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=4191923920112097787&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/4191923920112097787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/4191923920112097787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-christmas-ornaments.html' title='2008 Christmas Ornaments'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfcNYTEpyI/AAAAAAAAAkM/K-JG31olcIs/s72-c/100_3442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-2793565417211496766</id><published>2008-12-12T16:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:37:57.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I So Don't Want that Electric Bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;It took me several hours, but I got our Christmas lights up on the house. I think it was worth the time... (be sure to scroll down to the bottom of my page and pause my music so you get the full effect)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TEe8w9YSOoc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TEe8w9YSOoc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, so I didn't do it, but this is amazing. My mother-in-law emailed this to me today and I showed it to Regan and Hadyn. Then, we spent the rest of the afternoon looking at more on youtube. You should check the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/AgentJack13"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; out. It looks like this house, that may be in Pleasant Grove(?) has done several such things. It took me a week, and several of Jeff's and my father-in-laws man-hours to get my four strings of icicle lights up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-2793565417211496766?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2793565417211496766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=2793565417211496766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2793565417211496766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2793565417211496766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-took-me-several-hours-but-i-got-our.html' title='I So Don&apos;t Want that Electric Bill'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-1917089748885663808</id><published>2008-12-07T20:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:47:36.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want for Chrithmath...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STyUelexYkI/AAAAAAAAAjw/03nXGuj6M9A/s1600-h/100_3078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277256116549542466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STyUelexYkI/AAAAAAAAAjw/03nXGuj6M9A/s400/100_3078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has finally happened!  Regan lost her first tooth.  She has been waiting to the very edge of her patience.  She claims that she is the last first grader at her school to lose her tooth, which I doubt, but there aren't many left that haven't.  The tooth has been loose for a few weeks, and she spent a lot of time wiggling it around trying to speed up the process.  I have been dreading the moment that it would need to actually be manually pulled, having heard awful stories from friends, and family sit-coms, all without need.  She came home from school last Wednesday with her tooth missing...literally.  Once she stopped sobbing, I got the full story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Said tooth was really wiggling around a lot at school, and starting to bother her so Regan just grabbed it and yanked it out.  She was very proud.  Her teacher gave her a special necklace that you only get if you lose your tooth at school, one that you can put your tooth in for safekeeping until you get home.  Regan wore it, I'm sure, as a badge of honor through class and out to recess.  When she came back from recess, the necklace was gone, as was (of course) the tooth, and, according to her, all hope of a visit from the tooth fairy.  To make matters worse, I wasn't even picking her up from school that day, she was coming home with my friend.  They searched the playground and checked at the office, but it was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I eventually convinced her that the tooth fairy would KNOW that she had lost a tooth and visit anyway.  We remembered a Charlie and Lola (I love that cartoon more than the girls do.  I'm a sucker for a good British accent, even coming from a cartoon) where the same thing happened.  Lola just had so sleep with a big smile on her face so the tooth fairy would see her missing tooth.  Regan seemed relieved.  Later, I went to mutual and Jeff put the girls in bed.  When I came home, I went to check on the girls and say good night to anyone not yet asleep.  I found Regan with tears running down her face.  She said she couldn't fall asleep with her mouth open, but she didn't want the tooth fairy to not see her missing tooth.  I finally got her to go to sleep, with her mouth closed, after promising to leave an explanatory note to the tooth fairy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To make a long story short, the tooth fairy did come, and Regan was happy.  The kind fairy even left a note telling Regan that this happens to a lot of kids, and that she has a specially trained dog that would find the tooth and bring it to her (the tooth fairy) if it didn't turn up.  Crisis averted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-1917089748885663808?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1917089748885663808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=1917089748885663808&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1917089748885663808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1917089748885663808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-chrithmath.html' title='All I Want for Chrithmath...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STyUelexYkI/AAAAAAAAAjw/03nXGuj6M9A/s72-c/100_3078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-7722354491383238123</id><published>2008-12-03T21:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:32:34.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Tickets for the North Pole Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday night we travelled to the North Pole and back via the Thunder Mountain Railways in Horseshoe Bend. It was fun to watch the girls. I know Chrismas isn't really about Santa Clause and presents, but I will be the first to admit that while I absolutely love the beautiful, Christ-centered meaning of Christmas, I also have a soft spot for the Magic of Santa as far as my girls are concerned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275796111612934786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STdknHQTeoI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I70ID3KBnfM/s400/100_3069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We didn't tell the girls anything about the surprise trip. They are smart girls, and it didn't take them long to figure out we were going on a train ride, but they didn't know where we were going, or who we might see along the way. As we walked the length of a couple cars looking for seats, we walked through the refreshment car. Regan commented, "It's just like being home except it's longer and has lots of junk food." I'm still trying to figure that one out.  Anyway, we got settled into seats, and waited for the train to start moving. The girls were literally bouncing around. It was really fun to watch and imagine what life would be like with that much energy. Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STdk0iM1rSI/AAAAAAAAAjo/fJPC1HLQpJA/s1600-h/100_3043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275796342184455458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STdk0iM1rSI/AAAAAAAAAjo/fJPC1HLQpJA/s400/100_3043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It wasn't long after the train started moving than the big man himself strolled into our car. I wish I had a picture of the girls' faces. That's the magic I'm talking about. Santa asked everyone in our car who believed in Santa. Hands shot up from kids and adults alike. I was so busy watching the girls reaction, my hand was the last one up. Santa commented that I was running a little slow this year. There's nothing quite like getting insulted by Santa :). I have since forgiven him. Santa actually sat down and talked with us for a while, which was fun. During our trip, Hadyn, with all the sincerety and earnestness a 3-year old can muster up, asked Santa if he was real. He said yes, and both Regan and Hadyn KNOW that they sat by and talked to the real Santa. (As opposed to some of the "helpers" they've seen in the mall and on street corners).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275796097753547618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STdkmTn-A2I/AAAAAAAAAjI/hECiD27MyKU/s400/100_3044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275796095001149234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STdkmJXvvzI/AAAAAAAAAjA/XgR8trr-HKs/s400/100_3045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We arrived at the North Pole and were given milk and cookies. I looked around. There were a handful of building fronts propped up. You could easily see the poles holding them up. They were pretty, but they obviously weren't real buildings. My mind started racing to explain to Regan and Hadyn why they were like that, when they both just stared and Regan whispered, "I can't believe we're at the North Pole!" Again, I love the magic of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STdk0PER8EI/AAAAAAAAAjg/F3wDv4r-l8c/s1600-h/Hadyn+cropped.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275796337048285250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STdk0PER8EI/AAAAAAAAAjg/F3wDv4r-l8c/s400/Hadyn+cropped.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Could she be any happier? I hope you can click on this and make it bigger, because she actually looks like she's counting off her list on her fingers. Smart girl. You get the real Santa, you don't want to forget anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Speaking of making your pictures be able to be bigger if they are clicked on, can someone explain the magic of that to me? I thought I had it figured out, but, I obviously do not. I would appreciate anyone who can let me in on that secret...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-7722354491383238123?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/7722354491383238123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=7722354491383238123&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/7722354491383238123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/7722354491383238123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/12/four-tickets-for-north-pole-please.html' title='Four Tickets for the North Pole Please'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STdknHQTeoI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I70ID3KBnfM/s72-c/100_3069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-6919432011934164244</id><published>2008-11-30T16:50:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T07:51:11.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come, Come Ye Saints</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STM932YDXhI/AAAAAAAAAiw/nzMx3feTfJ4/s1600-h/Devil%27s+gate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274627618279480850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STM932YDXhI/AAAAAAAAAiw/nzMx3feTfJ4/s400/Devil%27s+gate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a special day for our family. On this day, 152 years ago, the surviving members of the Edward Martin Handcart Company reached the Salt Lake Valley. The company left Iowa City, Iowa with 575 saints, on July 28. 145 of these pioneers perished enroute, due to the freezing cold and starvation. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274627611499073538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STM93dHekAI/AAAAAAAAAio/Gs7TTHB97mA/s400/HandcartTrail.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Among the survivors were my great-great-great grandparents, Joseph and Mary Moss and their six children, ranging in age from 21 to 8. Also, in the same company, and also surviving was Jeff's great-great-great-great grandmother, Elizabeth Haydock and her daughter, also Jeff's grandmother, Mary Haydock (later Luke). You can read a good, yet heartwrenching account of the crossing &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/gospellibrary/pioneer/pioneerstory.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I'm sitting here at the computer crying as I read the journal entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really nice dinner after church today and talked about our pioneer family from the Martin Handcart Company. Reading the account of the unbelievable sacrifices that were made, especially after eating such a filling meal, was heartbreaking. I know I speak for all of us herewhen I say that we are so grateful for that sacrifice. Words cannot express, nor our tears convey our feelings. Today, we often speak of sacrificing for what we know is right. 152 years ago, so many saints made the ultimate sacrifice. For their examples of bravery and obedience, we say, Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-6919432011934164244?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/6919432011934164244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=6919432011934164244&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/6919432011934164244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/6919432011934164244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/11/come-come-ye-saints.html' title='Come, Come Ye Saints'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STM932YDXhI/AAAAAAAAAiw/nzMx3feTfJ4/s72-c/Devil%27s+gate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-1041654615020453665</id><published>2008-11-28T22:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:04:21.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; For the first time in our nearly 11 years of marriage, we have our tree up on the day after Thanksgiving. Having a six and three year old talking about it for the past week may have helped light a fire under us... We love our tree and we love decorating it. I think it looks great. We spent some time today "Christmasifying" the blog and our house. Much of the music selection, especially the Miley Cyrus song, is courtesy of Regan and Hadyn. Here is wishing your families a very merry Christmas season!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273955784841575858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STDa1_yZPbI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9qVRUqW0jEo/s400/100_3020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273955779049264402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STDa1qNZlRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/F71TOqz4xBU/s400/100_3023.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273955765623219346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STDa04MYZJI/AAAAAAAAAiA/K8x-QKiXTvc/s400/100_3022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273955795212480338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STDa2mbAr1I/AAAAAAAAAig/SFQ5G8to5Ro/s400/100_3032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273955793340121810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STDa2fcmwtI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Zmv3LhqLpz8/s400/100_3030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-1041654615020453665?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1041654615020453665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=1041654615020453665&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1041654615020453665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1041654615020453665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='I&apos;m Dreaming of a White Christmas...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/STDa1_yZPbI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9qVRUqW0jEo/s72-c/100_3020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-1739384278363243392</id><published>2008-11-27T09:56:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:49:03.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one of my favorite holidays. I love having family and friends gathered together. I love the smells of the food. I love the baking and cooking. I love eating the food and visiting. I love having my husband home for an extra-long weekend. What a great day! Our family is so blessed and we have so many things to be thankful for, we thought we'd start the day off with listing some of our greatest blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are thankful for such a great family. We love each other and we love spending time together, which is good, since we plan on being together forever, something for which we are so very grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273387658877985170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SS7WItpZ4ZI/AAAAAAAAAho/a8TDi-OVf_Q/s400/Regan%27s+Kindergarten+Pictures+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We are so grateful that we live in Boise. We miss (daily) our friends in Arizona, but being here, with so much family, and so many activities that we love is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273386343334405794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SS7U8I3X5qI/AAAAAAAAAhY/G-vP10UgMXU/s400/100_2488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273384915395730914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SS7TpBYQ3eI/AAAAAAAAAhI/AhInLV_7mTg/s400/100_2015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273384912847441346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SS7To34tDcI/AAAAAAAAAhA/E5O4_ltPTAc/s400/100_1227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273384906554590930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SS7TogcXxtI/AAAAAAAAAg4/1-6vW2TiK8w/s400/100_1567.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;I am grateful for the friends I have, both herE and scattered about the country. All the support I need is always just a phone call away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273386743272713010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SS7VTawGKzI/AAAAAAAAAhg/xkO1i124ILI/s400/100_2870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273386334982520338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SS7U7pwIPhI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/t8pHETut-JY/s400/100_2854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We are grateful for the gospel of Jesus Christ and the direction it gives us and those we love. I don't know how we would go on sometimes without it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, so the girls want their chance to say what they are thankful for as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Regan is thankful to be sisters with Hadyn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273388975394659730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SS7XVWDcHZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/zub329qXPnY/s400/Regan%27s+Kindergarten+Pictures+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She is also grateful for her family and her cousins, because her cousins are fun to play with, Thanksgiving, because it's fun to be with the family, and Christmas, because "it's my favorite. On the day before Christmas, we dress up like shepherds and eat like the shepherds, by our Christmas tree."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hadyn: "I'm thankful for food. I'm thankful for Mom. I'm thankful for Regan. I'm thankful for Dad, and myself. I'm thankful for dinner."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-1739384278363243392?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1739384278363243392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=1739384278363243392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1739384278363243392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1739384278363243392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-blessed.html' title='So Blessed'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SS7WItpZ4ZI/AAAAAAAAAho/a8TDi-OVf_Q/s72-c/Regan%27s+Kindergarten+Pictures+139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-1288142441371645923</id><published>2008-11-24T23:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:04:18.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When In Doubt, Pinkie Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SSuhoK8ZSKI/AAAAAAAAAgk/nLCkbFzf8pk/s1600-h/100_3004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272485500271806626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SSuhoK8ZSKI/AAAAAAAAAgk/nLCkbFzf8pk/s400/100_3004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Regan and Hadyn prepared a tea party for the three of us for lunch today.  How cute is this?  They made sandwiches and drinks all by themselves, set out blankets, dishes, even a vase (mason jar) of flowers (silk).  It was a lot of fun.  We decided we are going to make it a weekly event for after school snacks.  A few things to note as you look at the picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.  Notice the teacups.  They are from their kitchen play set, and hold, maybe 2 Tablespoons of lemonade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.  Notice how vibrant the lemonade is.  That is a smaller than average pitcher we bought in Malaysia, it holds just over a quart of liquid.  The girls insisted on doing everything themselves, including mixing the lemonade.  It's Crystal Light and is supposed to be mixed with two quarts of water.  That was some very lemony lemonade.  My cheeks still ache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was the best lunch date I've had in a long time.  They were so proud of themselves, and I was proud of them too.  I am the luckiest mom!  Great kids, great husband, great life.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S.:  Here's a little trivia question...Where does my post title come from.  If you lived in my house, you'd know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-1288142441371645923?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1288142441371645923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=1288142441371645923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1288142441371645923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1288142441371645923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-in-doubt-pinkie-out.html' title='When In Doubt, Pinkie Out'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SSuhoK8ZSKI/AAAAAAAAAgk/nLCkbFzf8pk/s72-c/100_3004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-3909648671203664245</id><published>2008-11-16T15:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:56:22.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Callings</title><content type='html'>Jeff and I have both received new callings.  Jeff was called to be the Assistant Executive Secretary, and if you know Jeff, you know how much he likes to make phone calls...if you don't know Jeff, trust me, he's not a phone guy.  He doesn't make phone calls, he doesn't answer our phone when it rings, he won't even order a pizza.  This call will be great for him :).  Actually, he was called last week, and after one week, he has foundthat he is actually liking it.  Today he was officially released as a Sunday School teacher to the 14 year olds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was released as a Beehive Advisor, a calling I love, but called as the Young Women 1st Counselor, so I get to stay in the Young Womens' program and, I'll get my girls back in, at most, two years, so I'm happy.  The Mia Maid girls that I get to work with now are great, and I am really excited.  There are 20 of them (gulp) but with the three awesome advisors and I, we should have  a lot of fun.  Wish both Jeff and I luck in our latest endeavors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-3909648671203664245?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3909648671203664245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=3909648671203664245&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3909648671203664245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3909648671203664245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-callings.html' title='New Callings'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-6497244942875933411</id><published>2008-11-13T09:13:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:46:41.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts from a Six-Year Old - Surviving Sisterhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SRxVBy-IBsI/AAAAAAAAAgU/vI_fulIWZTQ/s1600-h/Regan%27s+Kindergarten+Pictures+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268179153467213506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SRxVBy-IBsI/AAAAAAAAAgU/vI_fulIWZTQ/s400/Regan%27s+Kindergarten+Pictures+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regan has been on track break for a couple weeks now, and, although Hadyn and I are loving spending our days with her, there has been a noticeable increase in the little spats and yelling matches between the girls. They are still trying to adjust to sharing things, giving each other space, the usual problems that two girls that are two and a half years apart in age go through. The other day when I found myself with some one-on-one time with Regan, I talked to her about how, although little sisters may seem annoying at times, that all Hadyn is really trying to do is be exactly like Regan. So I asked her to try to be the kind of sister that she would want Hadyn to grow up to be. Regan smiled and really understood. I walked away, patting myself on the back. Since that talk, I have been blessed with some priceless gems of wisdom and understanding from Regan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Mom, I'm only yelling at Hadyn because she yelled at me. You told us to treat each other the way we would want to be treated. So, I'm yelling at Hadyn because that must be how she wants to be treated." &lt;/span&gt;Stated with a big innocent eyes. She really thought she was doing the right thing. You can't argue with the logic. Who new the Golden Rule could be turned around that way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regan had just come to me after laughing and giggling with her little sister. With an out-of-breath, very excited voice, she told me, &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Mom, being nice isn't so bad!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My work here is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-6497244942875933411?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/6497244942875933411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=6497244942875933411&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/6497244942875933411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/6497244942875933411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/11/deep-thoughts-from-six-year-old.html' title='Deep Thoughts from a Six-Year Old - Surviving Sisterhood'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SRxVBy-IBsI/AAAAAAAAAgU/vI_fulIWZTQ/s72-c/Regan%27s+Kindergarten+Pictures+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-5022219933911687156</id><published>2008-11-12T08:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:53:50.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Steelheads!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were given some tickets to last night's Idaho Steelhead's hockey game, so we thought we'd introduce the girls to the world of skating, hockey pucks and gratuitous fist fights.  Actually, I forgot how much I love watching hockey.  Many may not know that Jeff's and my first official date was to a hockey game in Spokane.  Ahhh, it really warms the heart, doesn't it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, this was our first hockey game in...possibly a decade, and our first time in Qwest Arena.  We were surprised by how small it was.  It was awesome.  There weren't any bad seats, and ours were better than most.  The girls really seemed to love it.  Regan even cheered enough to have a t-shirt tossed to her between 1st and 2nd periods.  Strangely enough, they didn't get the same satisfaction as their parents the first time gloves were thrown off, shirts were bravely pulled over the opponents head and fists started flying.  I will admit that that is one of my favorite parts.  The first time it happened Regan and Hadyn just sort of stared and then asked a serious of very logical questions (rudely interrupting my cheering to let the fight continue) such as "Why is our guy trying to pull the other guy's shirt off?"  and "Why are they acting like little kids?"  Don't worry, by the end of the game they were cheering right along with the rest the aggressively repressed crowd.  That's my girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few shots of them enjoying the evening.  Sorry about the picture of Regan.  She was sitting right next to me, so it is blurry.  As I said, they really did enjoy the game, and really got into cheering for the Steelheads.  The only two sad points of the night:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.  We lost, but we put up a good fight.  Watch out next time Fresno Falcons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.  We never got on the big screen.  Regan really wanted to...me, not so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SRr4uKYJ3UI/AAAAAAAAAgM/TlPpUMzRMuY/s1600-h/100_2991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267796186106551618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SRr4uKYJ3UI/AAAAAAAAAgM/TlPpUMzRMuY/s400/100_2991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SRr4t9VvUMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/30frYVkvJKk/s1600-h/100_2989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267796182606762178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SRr4t9VvUMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/30frYVkvJKk/s400/100_2989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-5022219933911687156?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5022219933911687156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=5022219933911687156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5022219933911687156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5022219933911687156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-steelheads.html' title='Go Steelheads!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SRr4uKYJ3UI/AAAAAAAAAgM/TlPpUMzRMuY/s72-c/100_2991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-314831998135779729</id><published>2008-11-08T12:55:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:33:36.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike a Pose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We loved the pictures &lt;a href="http://capturedmomentsbymandie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mandie&lt;/a&gt; took of Regan and Hadyn a few weeks ago so much, that we set up another sitting for her to do our family pictures. Once again, she did such an amazing job! I love that we are having a hard time deciding which pictures to print, they are all too good. Would it be weird to just wallpaper a room or two of our house with her photos...of us? Anyway, here is just a fraction of the amazing shots she got. Enjoy! (You can click on the pictures to make them bigger).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266384580281538418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SRX0345Gl3I/AAAAAAAAAfc/PXtEidPCk3s/s200/Regan%27s+Kindergarten+Pictures+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266385261428001602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SRX1fiXEy0I/AAAAAAAAAfk/5PtOkIoFNSI/s200/Regan%27s+Kindergarten+Pictures+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266385273474732018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SRX1gPPPT_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/OPL7JAP6v7M/s200/Regan%27s+Kindergarten+Pictures+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266386355457307602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SRX2fN7_M9I/AAAAAAAAAf0/x4ZQWIug2w4/s200/Regan%27s+Kindergarten+Pictures+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266387220947590738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SRX3RmI83lI/AAAAAAAAAf8/r83LRzeNtDY/s200/Regan%27s+Kindergarten+Pictures+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-314831998135779729?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/314831998135779729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=314831998135779729&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/314831998135779729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/314831998135779729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/11/strike-pose.html' title='Strike a Pose'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SRX0345Gl3I/AAAAAAAAAfc/PXtEidPCk3s/s72-c/Regan%27s+Kindergarten+Pictures+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-5518620407445057107</id><published>2008-11-03T23:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:54:03.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQ_vx6d9qVI/AAAAAAAAAfU/fo3C5YamRE8/s1600-h/Regan+hadyn+halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264690130206959954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQ_vx6d9qVI/AAAAAAAAAfU/fo3C5YamRE8/s200/Regan+hadyn+halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a quick look at Regan and Hadyn on Halloween.  They had a great time and made a serious haul on treats.  Hadyn has been wanting to be a skeleton since she was scared by one last Halloween.  She explained that if she was in the scary costume it wouldn't be scary.  Very logical.  I doubt she was the scariest skeleton that night, with that big smile on her face all night, but she was definately the cutest!  Regan loved being a good witch, emphasis on the good.  She is our super-sensitive child, and was brought to tears when some suggested she was a wicked witch. So sweet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeff took us into HP for some early trick-or-treating in the afternoon.  They filled their buckets there, and then filled them again walking around one of the subdivisions in our ward. Needless to say, they have been a sugar high for a few days.  I'd be stricter with rationing it if they weren't nice enough to share the chocolate with Jeff and I.  Hmmm, it's almost midnight and I'm blogging, maybe they aren't the only one's on a sugar high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-5518620407445057107?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5518620407445057107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=5518620407445057107&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5518620407445057107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5518620407445057107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQ_vx6d9qVI/AAAAAAAAAfU/fo3C5YamRE8/s72-c/Regan+hadyn+halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-4461836964095898142</id><published>2008-10-30T14:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:59:38.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're the Keenest...</title><content type='html'>My cousin, Teri, recently posted her photos from &lt;a href="http://www.yearbookyourself.com/"&gt;Yearbook Yourself&lt;/a&gt;, and I loved them. So, if you ever wondered what Jeff and I might have looked like in our past lives, here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1952&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQoddvYKYoI/AAAAAAAAAfM/y2L_NUdci2E/s1600-h/Maria+1952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263051511307068034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQoddvYKYoI/AAAAAAAAAfM/y2L_NUdci2E/s400/Maria+1952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1960 (I actually look alot like my mom when she was in high school, but I never knew it)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQodSnyXkNI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ct3TdwlHwMM/s1600-h/Maria+1960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263051320290939090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQodSnyXkNI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ct3TdwlHwMM/s400/Maria+1960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1990, Yes, I could actually do this to my hair back in the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQodNyQBXmI/AAAAAAAAAe8/aQ0OPqimWSg/s1600-h/maria1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263051237200322146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQodNyQBXmI/AAAAAAAAAe8/aQ0OPqimWSg/s400/maria1990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1988 - Actually Jeff's High School graduation year, and, lose the goatee and you have what he looked like. So funny. Sweet feathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQodNh0NkAI/AAAAAAAAAe0/hD1p6VghOZ0/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto1988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263051232788713474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQodNh0NkAI/AAAAAAAAAe0/hD1p6VghOZ0/s400/myYearbookPhoto1988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1982&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQodNdF8G7I/AAAAAAAAAes/iQh_ueN4aB8/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto1982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263051231520889778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQodNdF8G7I/AAAAAAAAAes/iQh_ueN4aB8/s400/myYearbookPhoto1982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1960 - He looks like a high school science teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQodNCnF0TI/AAAAAAAAAek/m5N8x9h7Bdg/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto1960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263051224412180786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQodNCnF0TI/AAAAAAAAAek/m5N8x9h7Bdg/s400/myYearbookPhoto1960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man, we would have been good looking throughout all ages. As if there were any question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-4461836964095898142?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/4461836964095898142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=4461836964095898142&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/4461836964095898142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/4461836964095898142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-keenest.html' title='We&apos;re the Keenest...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQoddvYKYoI/AAAAAAAAAfM/y2L_NUdci2E/s72-c/Maria+1952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-3873828744536536258</id><published>2008-10-27T23:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:16:50.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Get Me Started :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQagMTj8S_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/CI__ki5oq0w/s1600-h/Trick+or+treat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262069347898903538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQagMTj8S_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/CI__ki5oq0w/s400/Trick+or+treat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-3873828744536536258?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3873828744536536258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=3873828744536536258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3873828744536536258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3873828744536536258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-get-me-started.html' title='Don&apos;t Get Me Started :)'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQagMTj8S_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/CI__ki5oq0w/s72-c/Trick+or+treat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-1276838966895668390</id><published>2008-10-25T21:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:33:09.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Ribbon Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past week at Regan's school, and all over the rest of the country, was Red Ribbon Week. For those not "in the know", it is the kick-off the school's anti-drug campaign. Speaking of drugs, I must have been on some, since I agreed to co-chair the festivities... Last year I volunteered on this committee, and somehow that turned into one thing, which turned into another, which turned into the PTA president handing me a thick red binder, the phone number of another, probably equally confused PTA mom who was my co-chair, and wishing me good luck. Sigh...I really do have issues with saying "no", but that is for another blog entry, or more likely, therapy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywho, the week has come to an end, and I think we did a pretty good job. The teachers, parents and kids all seemed to find the week fun and educational. I admit, that my co-chair and I focused on the fun, letting the school counselor and teachers lead the charge on the educational side. I love Regan's school, and so far, I love all the teachers she has had as well as any I've had the pleasure of dealing with through various committees and volunteering gigs, and they really did an awesome job this past week talking to the kids about making the smart decisions about drugs, etc. We had conversations with Regan and Hadyn here and there about good drugs and bad drugs and how good drugs can become bad drugs, and so on. I felt that for a first grader, she had a healthy dose of information for her teacher to build on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Tuesday, as we were preparing for a postponed Family Home Evening, Regan announced that she wanted to teach a short lesson about drugs. Cool. It is always awesome when you realize that what you are trying to teach to your kids is actually sinking in, even a little. She had learned some from us and some from school, and she was ready to teach the rest of us. I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She comes in with some throat spray and some of my prescribed cough medicine from last winter. She talks about how we shouldn't do things like sniff glue or paint or any medicine. Then she talks about prescriptions and how you should never share presicribed meds. I was beaming. She really got this whole anti-drug thing. Nice. I was just checking the "Have the Drug Talk with Daughter" item off my to do list when she says, "Using someone else's prescriptions is really bad. You might get the other person's germs and get sick."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so she doesn't have it completely figured out, but she still did awesome. Besides, who wants to get someone's germs that was needing cough medicine? Not me, and definately not Regan. Good girl Reg's. She drew us all a picture so we would have a visual reference of the forbidden drugs. I thought I'd share...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQPg2sJcanI/AAAAAAAAAeM/oPtTxKjn8Ec/s1600-h/Regan%27s+Red+Ribbon+Artwork.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261296019867200114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQPg2sJcanI/AAAAAAAAAeM/oPtTxKjn8Ec/s200/Regan%27s+Red+Ribbon+Artwork.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-1276838966895668390?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1276838966895668390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=1276838966895668390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1276838966895668390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1276838966895668390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/10/red-ribbon-week.html' title='Red Ribbon Week'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SQPg2sJcanI/AAAAAAAAAeM/oPtTxKjn8Ec/s72-c/Regan%27s+Red+Ribbon+Artwork.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-2155128799064651281</id><published>2008-10-10T16:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:08:36.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures of the Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a real photographer, Mandie Anderson, take Regan and Hadyn's pictures yesterday. I had seen some of her work and loved it so we asked her to set up a sitting for the girls down by the Boise River. That was just yesterday, and the pictures are already done. I don't have everything yet, but here are a few from the teaser she posted on her photography blog. You can check out more of them at &lt;a href="http://capturedmomentsbymandie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://capturedmomentsbymandie.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255665339751244946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SO_fx-I0pJI/AAAAAAAAAd8/GdPf9IsyPMw/s200/R5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255665336652006354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SO_fxyl6A9I/AAAAAAAAAd0/RpF5-G0R2WI/s200/girls10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255665336850906594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SO_fxzVU_eI/AAAAAAAAAds/uHIfbjAQP5k/s200/girls7colored.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255665343679234866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SO_fyMxVAzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/oKsrtBMg0OQ/s200/H6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isn't she a great photographer?! Don't the girls look amazing?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-2155128799064651281?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2155128799064651281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=2155128799064651281&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2155128799064651281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2155128799064651281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-pictures-of-girls.html' title='New Pictures of the Girls'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SO_fx-I0pJI/AAAAAAAAAd8/GdPf9IsyPMw/s72-c/R5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-5921990782700789825</id><published>2008-10-05T09:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:35:20.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>General Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a great day yesterday watching conference and just hanging out with each other.  I generally really like the Saturday of General Conference.  I, of course, love listening to the speakers, but I love that we spend the entire day with the family in a relaxing atmosphere.  No meetings to run off to, no getting girls in and out of the bathtub, etc.  Just a day to be together.  I love it.  The girls did great.  They had an activity packet to keep them busy, so they felt more involved in the speakers.  We had the added benefit of not having to argue with them to stay inside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-47f85fd7cb583652" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47f85fd7cb583652%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A87DC97321323AB98993B7783E50620427E6CB7.7B3D0C5D13F70E1EFACBB431385A054D1EB4E983%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47f85fd7cb583652%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJpGi4m3QR9n6oB9Mz2TyFTJfea8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47f85fd7cb583652%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A87DC97321323AB98993B7783E50620427E6CB7.7B3D0C5D13F70E1EFACBB431385A054D1EB4E983%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47f85fd7cb583652%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJpGi4m3QR9n6oB9Mz2TyFTJfea8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That blob at the end of the driveway?  Yes, that's my newspaper.  I'm sure when the paper lady (to clarify, she delivers the paper, she's not made of paper) tossed it out her window it was a lovely, if not dark, 5 am.  However, by the time we taped this, during the morning conference session, it was not so lovely.  Thanks Idaho Statesman! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-5921990782700789825?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=47f85fd7cb583652&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5921990782700789825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=5921990782700789825&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5921990782700789825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5921990782700789825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/10/general-conference.html' title='General Conference'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-2268827967142975643</id><published>2008-09-25T10:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:13:47.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Singin' in the Rain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SNu4SZVHQ8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/1n33HqK_B3s/s1600-h/100_2879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249992416807044034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SNu4SZVHQ8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/1n33HqK_B3s/s200/100_2879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regan really wanted an umbrella for her birthday last month. I looked and looked for one that I thought was cute.  She even got matching rainboots.  How cool is she?  Anyway, since then, she has been praying for rain.  Saturday, while I was getting drenched at the Womens' Walk, she was lovin' life in the backyard with her rain gear.  I just thought it was a cute picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-2268827967142975643?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2268827967142975643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=2268827967142975643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2268827967142975643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2268827967142975643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-singin-in-rain.html' title='Just Singin&apos; in the Rain...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SNu4SZVHQ8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/1n33HqK_B3s/s72-c/100_2879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-5537801502151380252</id><published>2008-09-19T15:17:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:33:45.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Luke's Womens' Fitness Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some friends and I did something really cool today. We participated in the &lt;a href="http://celebrateall.org/"&gt;Women's Fitness Celebration!&lt;/a&gt; This has been going on in Boise since 1993 and it is the largest race of its kind in the United States. It was my second year doing it, and it was a lot of fun, again. I could have done without the downpour that lasted the entire time we were outside, but I was proud to take part in such a cool event. Last year there were over 12,000 women walking or running the 5k course. There probably weren't that many this year, due to the rain. Here are some pics of the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting for the starting gun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248216526942355922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SNVpIAC7wdI/AAAAAAAAAco/dEmfTdCzB58/s320/100_2863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Almost to the finish line. This shot is just to give you an idea of how many women participated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248216531691472034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SNVpIRvNhKI/AAAAAAAAAcw/HTWhlS19gos/s320/100_2865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After you finish, and have burned all those calories, you walk through the park and are handed so much food. Chocolate milk, bagels, apples, etc. We stopped at the Subway tent where they were handing out cookies, and look who was there handing us our treats! Thanks Jared, those cookies were just the thing we needed to kick start our weight-loss efforts :). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248216540150698994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SNVpIxQDE_I/AAAAAAAAAc4/18qWoFOBPVU/s320/100_2866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There were six of us who started the race together, but the rain was motivation for three of them to actually run. I, however, stuck by my guns. It takes more than a simple downpour to make me run. Here are the three of us walkers after our finish. Notice that one of us looks considerably drier...hmmm....Not to name any names (Heather), but Andrea and I really appreciate how selflessly you shared the umbrella. Don't worry about the pneumonia we caught, we'll be fine...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248216547407738882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SNVpJMSQuAI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ZTaJjzUJMQs/s320/100_2867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here we are, six tough chicks willing to brave the elements to help woman-kind. You are all welcome. (Again, notice how pretty Heather looks, and how wet the rest of us look...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248216555431262690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SNVpJqLN-eI/AAAAAAAAAdI/CKDPVfoXKJQ/s320/100_2870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And finally, to fully illustrate how much I was willing to sacrifice for a good cause, I present to you my shoe. Yes, that is a bloodstain from my walk. Wet shoes, wet skin, wet ankle socks and are not the best combination. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248217079008157010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SNVpoIprXVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/JsAm5A4M9Gw/s320/100_2872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-5537801502151380252?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5537801502151380252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=5537801502151380252&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5537801502151380252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5537801502151380252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/09/st-lukes-womens-fitness-celebration.html' title='St. Luke&apos;s Womens&apos; Fitness Celebration'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SNVpIAC7wdI/AAAAAAAAAco/dEmfTdCzB58/s72-c/100_2863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-903084674216254805</id><published>2008-09-19T15:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:26:30.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SNQa487jVLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/dg5cBROMxhM/s1600-h/Sr.+Pic+-+Maria+Moss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247849031524373682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SNQa487jVLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/dg5cBROMxhM/s400/Sr.+Pic+-+Maria+Moss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Did you date someone from your school? Yep. That's all you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What kind of car did you drive? As if my parents would let ME drive. For some reason I had to ride with my YOUNGER brother Richard. That was fine until he started driving a lavendar hatchback that he and his friends cut the top off of to make it a convertible. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the most embarrassing moment of HS? I think I've repressed those memories. I can't think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Were you a party animal? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Were you considered a flirt? Also no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? I was in band for a few years. I played the clarinette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Were you a nerd? I don't think so, although the clarinette didn't help anything. I was more of a jock/preppy/brain. It was a small school, everyone had to fill more than one position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Were you on any varsity teams? Yes. Basketball and track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you get suspended/expelled? No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Can you still sing the fight song? I remember my mom could always sing it, but I don't remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who were your favorite teachers? I loved English from Mr. Barber, he made me love reading, writing, and made me feel smart. I loved every class and sport that Coach Johnson taught or coached. He's a cool guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you sit during lunch? Cafeteria down at the Elementary School. We had to walk a couple blocks to it since our high school didn't have a cafeteria. Some kids ate at the pizza place or Maverik, but I never had any money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. School mascot? The Mighty Bulldogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Did you go to homecoming, and with who? Yes. I only remember my Junior year though, Cannon Mix from Rexburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could go back and do it again, would you? Mmm, not so much. I had some identity issues. I like myself a lot more now. I do miss a lot of people though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you remember most about graduation? Not much. I do remember that we were all told we couldn't throw our hats in the air because it was too dangerous or something. I don't think anyone paid any attention, I know I didn't. I threw it as high as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where did you go senior skip day? Lagoon with the rest of the class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Were you in any clubs? Just the honor club. I don't know if there were any others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you gained some weight since then? I'll plead the 5th on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who was your prom date? Junior year - Casey, Senior year - Brent. Our theme songs were both ballads from hair bands. We were so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you planning on going to your 10 year reunion? I haven't been able to make to any of my reunions. I am determined to make to the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Looking back, what advice would you give yourself? Don't worry about what others think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memories are pretty sparse. Either I'm really old or I'm repressing everything. Probably a little of both. I tag Debbie, Beth, Heather and Karolyn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-903084674216254805?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/903084674216254805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=903084674216254805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/903084674216254805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/903084674216254805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/09/high-school-tag.html' title='High School Tag'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SNQa487jVLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/dg5cBROMxhM/s72-c/Sr.+Pic+-+Maria+Moss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-3399866198663998428</id><published>2008-09-08T14:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:40:54.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Garden's Bounty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Our tomatoes are finally starting to ripen, and we have tons of hot peppers.  Our zucchini has recently taken off growing.  We got several good sized a few weeks ago, then nothing.  Now there are several new blossoms.  We'll have to see if anything comes of those.  Can anyone say salsa?!  Hadyn came out helped me pick everything that was ready.  She was very proud of "her" vegetables.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243752679229581762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SMWNR3d7acI/AAAAAAAAAcY/1beeFuouJDQ/s400/100_2829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-3399866198663998428?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3399866198663998428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=3399866198663998428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3399866198663998428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3399866198663998428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-gardens-bounty.html' title='Our Garden&apos;s Bounty'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SMWNR3d7acI/AAAAAAAAAcY/1beeFuouJDQ/s72-c/100_2829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-3256855248232449179</id><published>2008-09-07T21:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:58:49.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New 'Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; How could I pass up the opportunity to post a picture of myself? Yeah right, I tend to shy away from that, but I had to document this moment. For the first time in decades, I (1) have bangs, and (2) cannot tuck my hair behind my hair. It is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; short! I love it, and I think it kind of says, "I'm trying to stay hip", rather than, "I'm the mom of two kids, deal with it." I could be wrong, but if so, don't tell me. Let me stay in my little world I've created for myself :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243492376764504610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SMSgiROEWiI/AAAAAAAAAcI/94fsMQlWx2k/s400/100_2827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In other news, we were able to find some awesome renters for our house in Arizona, and I'm headed down there this week to get things ready for them to move in. I can't wait to see all my friends for our old ward! My sister's also going to be there for an education conference, and we're sharing a hotel room (what I mean by that is she has a hotel room, and I'm mooching off her for a free place to sleep, thanks Robin!!) We haven't see each other for several months, so we should have fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And last but certainly not least, a photo of my favorite person, Jeff.  He took off this weekend for a solo backpacking trip and had a fun time.  Here is a self-portrait taken somewhere along the trail.  I thought it looked cool and he looked oh-so-good-looking.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243494278034751074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SMSiQ8AN_mI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/kR4fx73_Wio/s400/100_2818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-3256855248232449179?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3256855248232449179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=3256855248232449179&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3256855248232449179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3256855248232449179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-do.html' title='The New &apos;Do'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SMSgiROEWiI/AAAAAAAAAcI/94fsMQlWx2k/s72-c/100_2827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-3280648492273536524</id><published>2008-08-31T22:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:41:20.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Reggers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today Regan turned 6 years old.  It has been fun this evening to look back at the pictures of her.  She is such a great kid with a big heart.  There really is nothing she wouldn't do to make someone happy.  We are so lucky to have her in our family!  Happy birthday sweetheart.  Some of the highlights for her past year?  Starting 1st grade, learning how to read, completing her first year of ballet and learning how to swim.  We can't wait to see what she will accomplish this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here she is through the years...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1st birthday...she wouldn't "dig in".  She only stuck her finger in to lick frosting.  So lady-like...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240903129058743346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLttoN3HlDI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jEHjbU4-42Q/s400/Regan%27s+First+Birthday+Cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blowing out her candles on her 2nd birthday...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-791c9c60a20859a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0791c9c60a20859a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D231F609198F71F252C2DB721EB614533343210FA.53F00620F527EAA37B0034C2786D38377BF908FE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D791c9c60a20859a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUSL0ny79SA0vnVFCh3AJxxX7qLM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0791c9c60a20859a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D231F609198F71F252C2DB721EB614533343210FA.53F00620F527EAA37B0034C2786D38377BF908FE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D791c9c60a20859a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUSL0ny79SA0vnVFCh3AJxxX7qLM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3rd birthday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240904108529993410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLtuhOrQxsI/AAAAAAAAAbo/YEAWcEFsGf0/s400/123_2373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4th birthday, and the beginning of the Spongebob obsession.  She's holding a crabby patty she made out of playdough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLtwEZeGhII/AAAAAAAAAbw/BCsfhBIYZP4/s1600-h/100_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240905812234634370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLtwEZeGhII/AAAAAAAAAbw/BCsfhBIYZP4/s400/100_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; 5th birthday, her first in Boise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLtwEtmAT7I/AAAAAAAAAb4/j0xfZu9-PyY/s1600-h/100_0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240905817636491186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLtwEtmAT7I/AAAAAAAAAb4/j0xfZu9-PyY/s400/100_0579.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is, almost 6, at the Shosone Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLtwE1veJJI/AAAAAAAAAcA/zC6JX5ELLB8/s1600-h/regan+closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240905819823678610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLtwE1veJJI/AAAAAAAAAcA/zC6JX5ELLB8/s400/regan+closeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-3280648492273536524?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=791c9c60a20859a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3280648492273536524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=3280648492273536524&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3280648492273536524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/3280648492273536524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-reggers.html' title='Happy Birthday Reggers!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLttoN3HlDI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jEHjbU4-42Q/s72-c/Regan%27s+First+Birthday+Cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-1379461937624579796</id><published>2008-08-28T13:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:10:43.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Regan's Groovy Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regan's birthday is coming up this weekend, and since it is a long one, most of her friends were going to be leaving town, so we had a party a little early.  She wanted a tie dye party, and me, being crazy, said okay.  We ended up with 13 girls (including Regan and Hadyn).  We tie dyed shirts, made blown ink art, sculpy art, and generally had fun.  Here's the group of girls.  I don't think I've heard so much giggling ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLcBYS0laMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/f2QEjuBSrcI/s1600-h/100_2763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239658208349743298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLcBYS0laMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/f2QEjuBSrcI/s400/100_2763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the birthday girl blowing out candles.  I made her a t-shirt cake and "tie-dyed" it.  She loved it.  I even poked holes into it before I frosted it, and doused the cake in Jell-O water to tie-dye the inside of the cake.  It turned out better than I thought, and Regan seemed to like it.  We'll update more birthday stuff later, since we have my cousin's family coming for her actual birthday on Sunday, and the Luke's are getting together on Monday for the holiday and we'll have birthday cake there.  This is not a good time to start that diet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLcBY8K8TXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5lghtLsPbYE/s1600-h/100_2769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239658219449372018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLcBY8K8TXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5lghtLsPbYE/s400/100_2769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-1379461937624579796?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1379461937624579796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=1379461937624579796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1379461937624579796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1379461937624579796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/08/regans-groovy-birthday-party.html' title='Regan&apos;s Groovy Birthday Party'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLcBYS0laMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/f2QEjuBSrcI/s72-c/100_2763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-4453014585640860065</id><published>2008-08-27T19:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:45:42.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Just some glimpses at what we were up to for the last month of summer vacation. We were busy, and blogging sort of got lost in the shuffle. Sit back and enjoy. Seriously, this may take some time. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the beginning of August, we took the girls to Twin Falls to see the new temple. My parents were able to meet us there, which was awesome. As was the temple itself, although, we didn't end up with any pictures. Take my word for it, it is beautiful. We also went by Shoshoe Falls, which I had never been to. They were so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLb7HGE0JVI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cY0WZ25LT64/s1600-h/Girls+falls+closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239651315800614226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLb7HGE0JVI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cY0WZ25LT64/s400/Girls+falls+closeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next weekend, we went camping in the City of Rocks with Jeff's brother's family. It was also amazing, and, again, I had never been there. As much as I like to travel, it seems I neglect to go to some pretty cool places right in my (relatively) back yard. Here are the girls in a covered wagon replica. We had been in the car for some time by the time we got here, and so we were letting the girls climb and play to their hearts content. As we were leaving, we finally got around to reading the plaque that was installed next to the wagons. It gave information about the area and the wagons, as well as warned us to "not climb or play on the wagons". Hmmm, perhaps the sign should have been more prominent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLb7HQ4gmqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/GPQYnHnDqaU/s1600-h/100_2603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239651318701791906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLb7HQ4gmqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/GPQYnHnDqaU/s400/100_2603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the rock formations that surrounded our campsight. The rocks were a weird texture, and it was easy to climb on them without slipping. Regan and Hadyn loved playing on them. That's Jeff's brother, Matt, in the background (is it just me, or would this be a really creepy picture if we didn't all know that was Matt?) Our families had so much fun camping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLb7IP2OoLI/AAAAAAAAAag/vWZ5KiJtT0c/s1600-h/100_2641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239651335603658930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLb7IP2OoLI/AAAAAAAAAag/vWZ5KiJtT0c/s400/100_2641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From the camping, we drove directly to Bear Lake for the Luke family reunion.   We stayed in a cabin that was big enough for everyone.  It was so nice, and the lake was so warm.  Nothing like I remember my previous visit to Bear Lake.  The kids had a blast.  Here's Hadyn collecting for a bouquet that she later presented to me.  So sweet.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239651345354228722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLb7I0K8g_I/AAAAAAAAAao/D894QGMQE4E/s400/100_2688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's all the cousins.  I actually think everyone is here.  Impressive.  As a quick note, I am always stopped in stores by people alerting me that "studies show red heads are going extinct."  Check out the front row of the Luke family.  We are doing our part to keep the red-headedness (is that a word) alive and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239655009537330226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLb-eGURjDI/AAAAAAAAAbI/_fGpNpjh_kI/s400/100_2705.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And, lastly, just a couple cute shots of Hadyn.  She is a sweetheart, but she is also the messiest child ever.  It is due, in part, to the fact that she has the energy of three children, and loves everything, so, she must do everything at warp speed, so she can move on to the next "something".  Here she is finishing Jeff's McDonald's chocolate sundae...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239651670165195682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLb7buL6i6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/ZITwU_Kwih4/s400/100_2723.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait for it.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239651676550196770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLb7cF-N7iI/AAAAAAAAAbA/nKvb10FYI0A/s400/100_2721.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is cute, but she needs a bath about every hour and a half :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-4453014585640860065?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/4453014585640860065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=4453014585640860065&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/4453014585640860065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/4453014585640860065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/08/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch-Up'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SLb7HGE0JVI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cY0WZ25LT64/s72-c/Girls+falls+closeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-6836826405374337902</id><published>2008-08-19T22:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:01:00.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag!</title><content type='html'>This is an easy and fun tag, it's one word answers. And I tag... well, nobody.  I think every blog I follow has had this already posted, I'm just the last one to post (although I was tagged in early-July I think... {head hung in shame}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Where is your cell phone? bag&lt;br /&gt;2. Your significant other? Jeff&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? short&lt;br /&gt;4. Your favorite thing? date-night&lt;br /&gt;5. Your dream last night? nope&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite drink? milk&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream/goal? organization&lt;br /&gt;8. The room you're in? office&lt;br /&gt;9. Your hobby? cooking&lt;br /&gt;10. Your fear? dark&lt;br /&gt;11. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Boise&lt;br /&gt;12. Where were you last night? home&lt;br /&gt;13. What you're not? rested&lt;br /&gt;14. Muffins? CostCo&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish list items? Bosch mixer&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up? Ririe&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you did? laundry&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? jeans&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV? off&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pets? never&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer? Dell&lt;br /&gt;22. Your life? ever-improving&lt;br /&gt;23. Your mood? happy&lt;br /&gt;24. Missing someone? many&lt;br /&gt;25. Your car? Mazda&lt;br /&gt;26. Something you're not wearing? shoes&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite store? Target&lt;br /&gt;28. Your summer? over&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? blue&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? tonight&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-6836826405374337902?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/6836826405374337902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=6836826405374337902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/6836826405374337902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/6836826405374337902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag.html' title='Tag!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-8002322180901212035</id><published>2008-08-18T22:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:01:06.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to do this a while ago.  We all know I am slow at this stuff, give me a break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-8002322180901212035?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/8002322180901212035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=8002322180901212035&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/8002322180901212035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/8002322180901212035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/08/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-1071522801702551142</id><published>2008-08-13T22:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:19:36.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Too Young to Have a First Grader</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I swear we I just dropped Regan off for her first day of kindergarten last week, and here we are starting a new school year!  She was very excited, she loves school, but she was a little nervous that she would be there ALL DAY.  I was a little nervous about that as well, but she did great.  Here she is as we were leaving for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SKOwXQcxu2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/3fDJmctL-QQ/s1600-h/100_2715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234221105533795170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SKOwXQcxu2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/3fDJmctL-QQ/s400/100_2715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is in her new classroom with one of her close friends, who, luckily, is with her in first grade as well.  There are six kindergartens, and six first grades.  She had such a great class last year, that I would have liked for them to move the whole class together, instead of splitting them off to different rooms...surprisingly, no one asked for my opinion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234221389022318786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SKOwnwhtUMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/-wqAuTfQAeQ/s400/Katie+%26+Regan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Also, I know I've been a total slacker in the blogging department.  In the last two weeks I've had to get Regan ready for school, go to girls' camp, we took the family camping in the City of Rocks, and attended a family reunion at Bear Lake (I'm breathless just typing it!)  I've had no time to blog, but I'll get some updates from all our travels soon.  Tune in!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-1071522801702551142?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1071522801702551142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=1071522801702551142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1071522801702551142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1071522801702551142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-too-young-to-have-first-grader.html' title='I&apos;m Too Young to Have a First Grader'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SKOwXQcxu2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/3fDJmctL-QQ/s72-c/100_2715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-712628487816159404</id><published>2008-07-26T16:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:02:50.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Biking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Here are a few pics from Jeff's and my date with the Boise foothills yesterday. It was much hotter than last time we rode this trail, but it was fun. I think it is really pretty up there. We basically rode up to a ridge that overlooked a couple outlying subdivisions. I'm not sure I would like my house being down in a valley like that. It would be weird knowing anyone could ride along those trails and look into my yard...but maybe that's just me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227459438644664402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIuqqcYtmFI/AAAAAAAAAUE/nyPOF4F9npI/s400/100_2491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227459430579909090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIuqp-V7MeI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ifmd5CctADs/s400/100_2493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227459423300921538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIuqpjOeqMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/drGAFfBOFuQ/s400/100_2488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-712628487816159404?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/712628487816159404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=712628487816159404&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/712628487816159404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/712628487816159404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/07/mountain-biking.html' title='Mountain Biking'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIuqqcYtmFI/AAAAAAAAAUE/nyPOF4F9npI/s72-c/100_2491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-5601648799780369327</id><published>2008-07-25T17:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:02:50.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Bike will Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've commented some on my new-found hobby of bicycling.  We bought a bike trailer a couple of months ago, so I could ride and take the girls with me on errands, etc.  Well, I quickly realized how much I enjoy riding my bike.  Soon after the arrival of the bike trailer, and the realization that the purchase wasn't doomed to just sit in the garage (shockingly), Jeff found me a really cool bike computer.  It is so awesome.  It tracks everything about my current ride, how fast, my average speed, how long I've been riding, etc, and also tracks the total miles I've ridden (like a car odometer).  It's great to ride with, it sort of motivates me to keep my speed up, or to ride just a little longer... Well, I've had my bike computer since June 1st, just under 2 months, and I am so excited to announce that I passed 100 total miles last night.  It may not seem like very far, but I was excited.  That's 100 miles of going to and fro that I did not have to buy gas for.  I am 100 miles further away from my next scheduled oil change.  Most importantly, I am 100 miles more in shape, especially considering that most of those miles were logged while towing a trailer a 3 and 6-year old inside.  I'm going to start tracking my mileage on my blog each week, maybe it will be even more motivation to ride more, drive less.  I just thought I'd share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIph9UQv_LI/AAAAAAAAATs/r8kl-qrEOpk/s1600-h/100_2487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227098023555759282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIph9UQv_LI/AAAAAAAAATs/r8kl-qrEOpk/s400/100_2487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My computer... the top line is my current speed (yes, I decided to stop before snapping the picture...I'm not that good...yet).  The 2nd line is the how long the current ride (last night's) was, 1 hour, 13+ minutes (Jeff and I and the girls rode around some greenbelt trails along the Boise River that we hadn't ridden on before).  The 3rd line is the current ride distance, 10.16 miles.  The 4th line is my odometer, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;108.4 total miles ridden since June 1st&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's date night again tonight, and Jeff and I are going to try the same trail we tried last weekend, to see if we (mostly me) can do better.  It should be fun.  Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-5601648799780369327?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5601648799780369327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=5601648799780369327&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5601648799780369327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5601648799780369327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-bike-will-travel.html' title='Have Bike will Travel'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIph9UQv_LI/AAAAAAAAATs/r8kl-qrEOpk/s72-c/100_2487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-5142723433487571554</id><published>2008-07-21T10:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:02:51.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S'mores Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am off to girls' camp in a week or so, and, as a leader have been given assignments. One of those assignments is to certify the girls on fire-building. It has worked out great, since, as I practice in our backyard firepit, we generally roast hot dogs and, most importantly, marshmallows. I can't think of too many things that taste better than a gooey s'more. The girls love them (Regan skips the chocolate...I'm still trying to understand her dislike of the tastiest substance on earth). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIS-L8FEUuI/AAAAAAAAATE/7gIpISpW3cc/s1600-h/100_2460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225510579971838690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIS-L8FEUuI/AAAAAAAAATE/7gIpISpW3cc/s320/100_2460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIS-MI60z0I/AAAAAAAAATM/R3XEO8MRyPk/s1600-h/100_2464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225510583418539842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIS-MI60z0I/AAAAAAAAATM/R3XEO8MRyPk/s320/100_2464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225510610006071538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIS-Nr9yWPI/AAAAAAAAATk/7GdUH6xFOzg/s320/100_2478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeff and I also got to go on a date this weekend. I've been wanting to learn how to mountain bike, but have been nervous to try. Jeff goes fairly often to the Boise foothills, and last week, he found a trail he thought would be good for me to start out with. It was really fun. I was surprised at what I was able to do, and hopeful that if I keep going, I'll improve. Jeff is an awesome teacher, and helps me with technique, gears, etc. It was really fun. I will admit that going back down the mountain after the big climb was so fun. It was so fast! It almost makes we want to climb higher next time, just to have a longer ride down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After we left the foothills, we rode into downtown Boise for the annual Twilight Criterium. It draws professional and amateur bikers from all over the country. It is a speed race, and held basically around a city block. They go around and around for an hour or something. They actually create a breeze as they pass. There's a good chance for wrecks, and since there are so many bikers, if there is a wreck, it is usually big. We got there in time to watch some of the pro mens' race. It was so fast! To put it in perspective, as I was coasting down the foothills, thinking I was going so fast, my bike computer said I reached a top speed of just over 24 miles an hour. When I am riding around town with the girls in the bike trailer behind me, I try to keep my speed over ten miles an hour. The bikers at the criterium, on a level road, were going 33. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIS-M8Fxn5I/AAAAAAAAATU/MNvm97bV5Uw/s1600-h/100_2469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225510597154676626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIS-M8Fxn5I/AAAAAAAAATU/MNvm97bV5Uw/s320/100_2469.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That blur behind Jeff is way too many bikes, way too close to one another, going way too fast... Or maybe that's just my mom-ness coming out...seriously. That's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIS-NGdJlmI/AAAAAAAAATc/a54GwyEq468/s1600-h/100_2474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225510599937070690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIS-NGdJlmI/AAAAAAAAATc/a54GwyEq468/s320/100_2474.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your's truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And just to give you an idea of the speed...here's a small clip of the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-291f6036f0d97876" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D291f6036f0d97876%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4EB2439608C22EACA0EF622FB706E9B9328AC90A.85DEA0131FE43A4045CAF1C4316E015195FCC253%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D291f6036f0d97876%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da8t_xc1YAAwSxbnmTSaszZH1BaE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D291f6036f0d97876%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4EB2439608C22EACA0EF622FB706E9B9328AC90A.85DEA0131FE43A4045CAF1C4316E015195FCC253%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D291f6036f0d97876%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da8t_xc1YAAwSxbnmTSaszZH1BaE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is it just me, or was that last "biker" cheating...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-5142723433487571554?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=291f6036f0d97876&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5142723433487571554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=5142723433487571554&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5142723433487571554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5142723433487571554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/07/smores-anyone.html' title='S&apos;mores Anyone?'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIS-L8FEUuI/AAAAAAAAATE/7gIpISpW3cc/s72-c/100_2460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-2627163557562212434</id><published>2008-07-18T00:03:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:02:52.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Boise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most days I feel like a zookeeper, so what could be more appropriate than spending the day at one? We had a great day with lots of cousins, lots of sunshine and a few animals that didn't mind the mid-day Boise heat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIA33jR_TOI/AAAAAAAAAS8/PMgMUgI5g2g/s1600-h/100_2434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224236995252800738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIA33jR_TOI/AAAAAAAAAS8/PMgMUgI5g2g/s320/100_2434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the kids, all ready to go. Cathy was wise enough to suggest a picture before we got started, and before any of these angelic faces became less so during the day. How fun to have so many cousins so close in age. Meet, from left to right, Natalie, Calvin, Jared, Samuel, Ian, Caleb &amp;amp; Levi (twins, and I can never figure out who is who), Hadyn and Regan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIA062Y5-kI/AAAAAAAAAS0/nZb-yGtlF5c/s1600-h/100_2449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224233753386809922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIA062Y5-kI/AAAAAAAAAS0/nZb-yGtlF5c/s320/100_2449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regan loved the statues of animals which the kids were aloud to climb all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIA06vj74ZI/AAAAAAAAASs/_O_ZcJgpaB0/s1600-h/100_2442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224233751554023826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIA06vj74ZI/AAAAAAAAASs/_O_ZcJgpaB0/s320/100_2442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIA05YLN9tI/AAAAAAAAASU/alkIs4mbrZU/s1600-h/100_2446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224233728096466642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIA05YLN9tI/AAAAAAAAASU/alkIs4mbrZU/s320/100_2446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zoo has a playground area that was a hit with everyone. Here are Regan and Hadyn digging for fossils, and Hadyn zipping down the giant giraffe slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIA05mWcaTI/AAAAAAAAASc/GJbfXRWZo18/s1600-h/100_2447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224233731901647154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIA05mWcaTI/AAAAAAAAASc/GJbfXRWZo18/s320/100_2447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a couple of prairie dogs? This is from the prairie dog tunnels. The place in which they are standing is topped with a huge bubble dome. It allows them to see down into the actual praire dog area, and for those of us looking from the front, we see two cute, red-headed prairie dogs poking their heads out of the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-2627163557562212434?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2627163557562212434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=2627163557562212434&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2627163557562212434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2627163557562212434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/07/zoo-boise.html' title='Zoo Boise'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SIA33jR_TOI/AAAAAAAAAS8/PMgMUgI5g2g/s72-c/100_2434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-465418807528252331</id><published>2008-07-10T18:23:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:02:53.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Locks of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regan has two cousins, Anna and Lisa, that have donated their hair to &lt;a href="http://www.locksoflove.org/"&gt;Locks of Love&lt;/a&gt;. A while ago, Regan decided she wanted to do the same. She has been growing her hair out, waiting for it to reach the required 10 inches. Today was her big day. Here are some pics from her experience:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BEFORE:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHavcUeUFvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Bni3P0b-_XE/s1600-h/100_2418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221553719049721586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHavcUeUFvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Bni3P0b-_XE/s400/100_2418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHavc-_BYSI/AAAAAAAAARE/KyzVU6A-_Z4/s1600-h/100_2419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221553730461196578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHavc-_BYSI/AAAAAAAAARE/KyzVU6A-_Z4/s400/100_2419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE BIG CUT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ae1f49e7ad7665d8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dae1f49e7ad7665d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B7F713D9BD1F2D3C944AA825FCEE43E049530E1.44984E825E1A1D52D03825D7C6267FDAEAD02E84%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dae1f49e7ad7665d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKVAoUPo4lqpWtMOyFZ3XwcY4AAE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dae1f49e7ad7665d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B7F713D9BD1F2D3C944AA825FCEE43E049530E1.44984E825E1A1D52D03825D7C6267FDAEAD02E84%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dae1f49e7ad7665d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKVAoUPo4lqpWtMOyFZ3XwcY4AAE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A LITTLE STYLING:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHavdOnw7RI/AAAAAAAAARM/Z3m_t6u79lI/s1600-h/100_2422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221553734658616594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHavdOnw7RI/AAAAAAAAARM/Z3m_t6u79lI/s400/100_2422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DRUMROLL PLEASE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think she looks beautiful! I know I'm biased, but I really do think she looks great in her new 'do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHavdSRKJTI/AAAAAAAAARU/c5fUvbvuY8c/s1600-h/100_2423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221553735637542194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHavdSRKJTI/AAAAAAAAARU/c5fUvbvuY8c/s400/100_2423.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221562396824217442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHa3Vbs-p2I/AAAAAAAAARk/sAGQdQqtbeo/s400/100_2424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Very stylish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHavdwn66yI/AAAAAAAAARc/9uVYbf3dkgc/s1600-h/100_2426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221553743786076962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHavdwn66yI/AAAAAAAAARc/9uVYbf3dkgc/s400/100_2426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-465418807528252331?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ae1f49e7ad7665d8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/465418807528252331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=465418807528252331&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/465418807528252331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/465418807528252331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/07/locks-of-love.html' title='Locks of Love'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHavcUeUFvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Bni3P0b-_XE/s72-c/100_2418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-5974396476241374786</id><published>2008-07-05T22:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:02:53.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Land of Liberty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had an awesome 4th of July here in Boise. We had a great family BBQ at Jeff's parents' home including ice cream with red, white and blue toppings. Yummm. Then, keeping with the tradition that we started last year, our family climbed up into the foothills to the north of Boise to watch all the fireworks from around the valley. It is the coolest fireworks show anywhere. It puts us up high enough to see all the Boise city fireworks, plus all the surrounding areas, and all the illegals (and there were a lot this year) being shot off. There is never a break in the show, since you can see so far. We even make a game to see who sees one first. It's especially good for Regan, since she isn't a fan of the loud booms and whistles. We are close enough to hear the slightly muted explosions, but far enough that you can still talk over them. The best part is that there is no fight for a good spot, parking or traffic to get there. We shared "our mountain" with maybe 10 other people, and most of those we didn't actually see until we were hiking back down to the truck. It was so great, and we were excited that Jeff's brother Matt came with us. Happy Fourth of July everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a picture Jeff took from our seats.  I think it is so pretty.  He takes really cool panoramics.  One of these days I'll just post a bunch of them.  Click on it so you can look closer at it.  Jeff doesn't think it turned out well, but I do, and since I do the blog...  He takes a bunch of individual pictures, then uses software to "stitch" them all together.  Anyway, this was our view, before the fireworks really got started.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHBKG9AdWsI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/oVOmk2nrCeo/s1600-h/Foothills+View+Fourth+of+July.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219753451438561986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHBKG9AdWsI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/oVOmk2nrCeo/s400/Foothills+View+Fourth+of+July.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-5974396476241374786?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5974396476241374786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=5974396476241374786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5974396476241374786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5974396476241374786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet-land-of-liberty.html' title='Sweet Land of Liberty'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHBKG9AdWsI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/oVOmk2nrCeo/s72-c/Foothills+View+Fourth+of+July.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-8846480607772468931</id><published>2008-07-03T09:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:02:55.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a great weekend! The girls and I drove to Lehi, UT on Sunday and spent several days with my sister's family while she (Robin) and her husband played Ma &amp;amp; Pa for their ward trek. It was so fun. Regan and Hadyn loved having Erin, Alli and Jenna to play with, and I loved watching them. Erin is 12 going on 20, and was so awesome. Not only is she beautiful, (see below) but she is the most responsible, helpful girl I know. I would think, I should go throw the swimming towels in the dryer, or I should go sweep, and I'd find Erin already doing it. I'm thinking of kidnapping her...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219735948216165394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHA6MIbC5BI/AAAAAAAAAQc/F_L2cl90c0k/s400/100_2376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We spent most of the time in the pool, which was so great. Although, the game they chose to play was called lifeguard, and it's not one of those games that allows the adult suppervisor to read a book. Every 30 seconds or so someone would be yelling help. Looking back I probably should have come up with a better game, but they were loving it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's Alli, amid the sea of swimmers. She was definately my comic relief. I wish I could bottle her energy and carry it around for emergencies. She never stops smiling. Hadyn thinks she walks on water...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219735957918645682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHA6MskS_bI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ABz5GNYSrRc/s400/100_2377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna and Regan are only 1 month apart in age, and they love playing together. Aren't they cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHA4NZrW1jI/AAAAAAAAAP8/1AhKAaC0gvg/s1600-h/100_2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219733771004597810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHA4NZrW1jI/AAAAAAAAAP8/1AhKAaC0gvg/s400/100_2374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can never have too much eye protection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHA4N-kTnnI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8p3a6mcAy2o/s1600-h/100_2378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219733780907138674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHA4N-kTnnI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8p3a6mcAy2o/s400/100_2378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hadyn loved the pool. This was as close as I could get to her actually standing still...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHA4OBBJAsI/AAAAAAAAAQM/tGnU9m1Dyn8/s1600-h/100_2375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219733781564949186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHA4OBBJAsI/AAAAAAAAAQM/tGnU9m1Dyn8/s400/100_2375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the best parts of my trip to Utah was catching up with my roommate from Ricks College, Courtney. We lived together most of two years, and had since lost touch for OVER TEN YEARS! This was the first time we had seen each other during that time. We (or should I say I...hmmm) had fun getting to know each other again. Here we are as new college students. Courtney is the blond in the red, our super-cool (then and now) roommate, Rebecca, in the middle and yours truly looking super hot in some skinny-leg, navy blue jeans. Cute. There were six of us in that apartment, and the three of us sort of stuck together. I can't believe it's been 16 years since this picture was taken. We have 9 children (I think) between the three of us, and so much wisdom...no laughing. Court is still as cool and fun as ever, and hopefully we'll stay in closer contact than we have in the past. I did convince (beg) her to give me her address, so now she'll have to physically move to lose me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219734749615286066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHA5GXSU5zI/AAAAAAAAAQU/v_jwjh9AlWs/s400/Court+Rebecca+Maria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-8846480607772468931?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/8846480607772468931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=8846480607772468931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/8846480607772468931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/8846480607772468931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/07/utah.html' title='Utah'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SHA6MIbC5BI/AAAAAAAAAQc/F_L2cl90c0k/s72-c/100_2376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-6552785787330121749</id><published>2008-06-25T13:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:02:56.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten End-of-Year Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regan's last day of school is Friday, and her kindergarten doesn't have a graduation, but yesterday, they put on a showcase for the parents. It was so fun to watch. These are all the AM kindergarteners (3 classes). The kids seem so much older than they did when the year started. I'm not sure I'm ready for First Grade. Not seeing Regan all day is going to be weird. I know Hadyn's not ready...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Regan waiting in line for one of her speaking parts. They asked her what she would do if she were a kindergarten teacher. She said she would take the kids to art class. (I thought she said Iceland, which would also be cool).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SGKkEyzwZHI/AAAAAAAAAPk/4wwokXlE3fA/s1600-h/100_2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215911720713741426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SGKkEyzwZHI/AAAAAAAAAPk/4wwokXlE3fA/s400/100_2345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another speaking part. Look how much smaller she is than the other kids. Her birthday is the actual cutoff for her class. She is a petite kid anyway, but some of these kids are a full year older (or more for some of the boys). &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SGKkFdbDdXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/MjIEwL28sls/s1600-h/100_2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215911732152857970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SGKkFdbDdXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/MjIEwL28sls/s400/100_2342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The greatest teacher in the world. We were asked to fill out a questionnaire for next year's teacher assignments, telling them what kind of teacher would be best for Regan (you couldn't specifically ask for a teacher by name). We would really just like to see Mrs. Emery graduate to First Grade with Regan... Doesn't she look like a cool teacher? She is. Thanks Mrs. Emery. We'll miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SGKkFvbXdFI/AAAAAAAAAP0/6EJ50fSNUMU/s1600-h/100_2355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215911736986006610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SGKkFvbXdFI/AAAAAAAAAP0/6EJ50fSNUMU/s400/100_2355.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is part of their grand finale song. It totally made me cry. What is wrong with me?  (Don't forget to pause me music first).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b1dde9044894d4a5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db1dde9044894d4a5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18077273A15EFFF52CD7F1EBE43E49FC0DB6D450.39FAA41A9F4C6FDB15A522BDEEC35644B8DF3816%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db1dde9044894d4a5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Donfxlm9R1jYB-MpnE1a9_ql3FFE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db1dde9044894d4a5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18077273A15EFFF52CD7F1EBE43E49FC0DB6D450.39FAA41A9F4C6FDB15A522BDEEC35644B8DF3816%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db1dde9044894d4a5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Donfxlm9R1jYB-MpnE1a9_ql3FFE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-6552785787330121749?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b1dde9044894d4a5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/6552785787330121749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=6552785787330121749&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/6552785787330121749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/6552785787330121749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/06/kindergarten-end-of-year-program.html' title='Kindergarten End-of-Year Program'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SGKkEyzwZHI/AAAAAAAAAPk/4wwokXlE3fA/s72-c/100_2345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-411521639178541055</id><published>2008-06-24T21:11:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:04:37.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy Me Some Peanuts and Cracker Jacks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Fathers' Day, the girls gave Jeff a t-ball set. It has become their new favorite toy. It is a toss-up whether they like playing baseball or being a cheerleader while someone else hits. Jeff and I both loved softball, and I like to think at least some of the girls' enthusiasm for baseball comes from me. The cheerleading stuff...I have no idea, but I bet my friends from high school are smiling as/if they read this, picturing my girls as cheerleaders... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8949f1b8c0aa1b84" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8949f1b8c0aa1b84&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/411521639178541055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=411521639178541055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/411521639178541055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/411521639178541055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/06/buy-me-some-peanuts-or-cracker-jacks.html' title='Buy Me Some Peanuts and Cracker Jacks...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-2401281173886382822</id><published>2008-06-20T14:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:47:05.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frogs Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ab6b6983f23301c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0ab6b6983f23301c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84DB98F2E3E931A94F976AE254F656510CB958F4.5A2E8ED6113E3102929DC26063EBF36EB323664D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab6b6983f23301c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF2L5ngf-PwL2BmGXth2y-T_s1M4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0ab6b6983f23301c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84DB98F2E3E931A94F976AE254F656510CB958F4.5A2E8ED6113E3102929DC26063EBF36EB323664D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab6b6983f23301c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF2L5ngf-PwL2BmGXth2y-T_s1M4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Later, I will try to get Jeff to post and explain some of his trip. He took some great pictures. But for now, here's a teaser...I thought this was funny. I posted a picture of the &lt;a href="http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-to-shanghai.html"&gt;frogs&lt;/a&gt; earlier this week, but he also took video. I think this is so interesting.  It's just not something I see when I go shopping.  Maybe I just don't shop in the cool parts of town...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-2401281173886382822?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ab6b6983f23301c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2401281173886382822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=2401281173886382822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2401281173886382822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/2401281173886382822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/06/frogs-revisited.html' title='Frogs Revisited'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-5152698697000862328</id><published>2008-06-19T17:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T17:35:30.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We are so glad to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jeff back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll have to add some more pics from his trip, once I find the camera...  He's sleeping, the girls are playing with the stuff he brought back for them, and I'm going to start dinner...a grown up meal.  I can't wait to eat something that doesn't include the word "fingers" or come between two pieces of bread.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-5152698697000862328?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5152698697000862328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=5152698697000862328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5152698697000862328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5152698697000862328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/06/hes-home.html' title='He&apos;s Home!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-5329989686273450914</id><published>2008-06-15T22:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:02:57.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFXxW0xn8vI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2mzmKVAUlxY/s1600-h/105_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are having an unusual Fathers' Day since Jeff is so far away. We celebrated him in his absence, however, and he was so missed. We will have our own Fathers' Day party for him next Sunday, but since he has access to the blog, we wanted to give him a shout out. He is such a great dad. From the day Regan was born he seemed to morph into a SuperDad. He even changed Regan's first diaper in the hospital without coaxing or even suggestions from me. In fact, I took longer figuring out the mom thing, and didn't even realize she needed changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are just a few moments captured for posterity of Jeff taking care of us:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212339235098911218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFXy6wzm4fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/BVlKPEu0DL8/s400/100_1891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There is rarely a time when at least one of our cars doesn't need some tinkering at the very least. Jeff puts on his mechanic hat...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212337527347090386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFXxXW72E9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/WjzgCuhMeW4/s400/100_0845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Landscaping, yard clean up, spider and ant killing, weed sprayer, garbage taker-outer, Jeff's our guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212337548099822466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFXxYkPro4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/tqzwukVwR-Q/s400/100_0979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even a new tile floor! Is there any job he can't do? We haven't found one yet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We girls spent some time at bed time talking about how great of a dad we have. Jeff, we love you, appreciate you, and lately, miss you so much! Thanks for all you do. Have a great Fathers' Day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-5329989686273450914?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5329989686273450914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=5329989686273450914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5329989686273450914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5329989686273450914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFXy6wzm4fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/BVlKPEu0DL8/s72-c/100_1891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-1531949247938839471</id><published>2008-06-14T10:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:02:58.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On to Shanghai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Jeff left Tokyo yesterday, and flew straight to Shanghai.  He'll be there until next week.  He was excited to get to spend the weekend in Shanghai since a friend, Brandon, that worked with him here in Boise has since relocated to Shanghai.  Brandon and his wife will be spending the weekend showing Jeff the coolest spots and best food.  It's always nice to have a local tour guide.  Jeff said that it reminds him of a much bigger Penang, where he and I lived in 2001, but not as much pirated software, and the knock-offs aren't quite as cheap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFP5Hv_t5cI/AAAAAAAAAO0/eZcNXjDg2zA/s1600-h/IMG_2173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211783105335911874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFP5Hv_t5cI/AAAAAAAAAO0/eZcNXjDg2zA/s400/IMG_2173.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeff in front of some awesome buildings.  I love the boat in the background.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211783087708493682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFP5GuVA13I/AAAAAAAAAOs/1ASoX1laTlA/s400/IMG_2154.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A picture from one of the wet markets.  This does remind me of Penang.  Hopefully you can click on this picture and make it bigger. (Sometimes it will let you get a bigger view, sometimes not...any of you bloggers know why that is and how I can control it?  I would love help with that...)  If you're stuck with the smaller view, at the bottom of the picture, that green thing that Regan says looks like a green toilet seat, that is, of course, a bag of green frogs.  Yummm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-1531949247938839471?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1531949247938839471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=1531949247938839471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1531949247938839471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/1531949247938839471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-to-shanghai.html' title='On to Shanghai'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFP5Hv_t5cI/AAAAAAAAAO0/eZcNXjDg2zA/s72-c/IMG_2173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-5591307413683513839</id><published>2008-06-11T16:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:02:59.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road Again...or Island, I guess...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFBXvZO9lwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/XwVSwfPvTtA/s1600-h/gorilla_pod_add1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210761240606775042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFBXvZO9lwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/XwVSwfPvTtA/s200/gorilla_pod_add1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFBXvfj_V-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/uV4oPmF-63w/s1600-h/gorilla_pod_slr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210761242305583074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFBXvfj_V-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/uV4oPmF-63w/s200/gorilla_pod_slr2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeff is travling for a week or two right now. He's even going to miss Fathers' Day. So sad. The girls miss him a ton, as do I. We did a mini Fathers' Day celebration before he left, so he could take one of his presents with him. We got him a Gorilla-pod (shown here). It is the coolest tripod. It can wrap around anything and hold your camera steady, so you can get a lot of cool photos with you actually in it, versus just scenery shots, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday he sent us a few pictures of where he is right now. He's working with Canon, in Japan this week, and most of next week he'll be in Shangai at the HP site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFBWCBuDGlI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ws65Yg6Hi2c/s1600-h/IMG_2064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210759361688967762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFBWCBuDGlI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ws65Yg6Hi2c/s320/IMG_2064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wonder if it is a good idea to work for HP, visit Canon, and wear your Intel polo shirt...confusing... I think this is from his hotel room. Look at all those trees behind him. Cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFBWCWHDW2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/iO2Y4eMfXvE/s1600-h/IMG_2069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210759367162551138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFBWCWHDW2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/iO2Y4eMfXvE/s320/IMG_2069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hotel he always stays at in Japan is in the middle of some big forest and blueberry plantation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFBWCsdNF7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/TekVDyUG8Zs/s1600-h/IMG_2075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210759373161043890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFBWCsdNF7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/TekVDyUG8Zs/s320/IMG_2075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were ahead of schedule, so he got half a day off. He borrowed a bike from the hotel and went exploring. That is a sweet bike. I want a basket like that on my bike...seriously, I really do, that would be awesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFBWCo6QKII/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PkjyBuefYEc/s1600-h/IMG_2076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210759372209137794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFBWCo6QKII/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PkjyBuefYEc/s320/IMG_2076.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Cool butterfly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-5591307413683513839?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5591307413683513839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=5591307413683513839&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5591307413683513839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/5591307413683513839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-road-againor-island-i-guess.html' title='On the Road Again...or Island, I guess...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SFBXvZO9lwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/XwVSwfPvTtA/s72-c/gorilla_pod_add1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-898520447660448163</id><published>2008-06-09T18:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:00.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummm...School Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today Regan's Kindergarten class got to eat lunch in the cafeteria. My friend Val was thoughtful enough to email me pics, and forward-thinking enough to think about going to actually take pictures.  Regan has been so excited to eat at school. I hoped that the meal could live up to expectations...I had my doubts. I remember eating school lunch, and I don't remember leaving full very often. However, Regan thought it was great. They got pizza, peaches, salad, baby carrots and milk, all on those cool partitioned trays. She is ready for first grade now, if only I could get the same excitement for all the homework that I hear is coming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SE3JIaxUVHI/AAAAAAAAANo/uafQ4w9ZFn0/s1600-h/DSCN4598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210041490399843442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SE3JIaxUVHI/AAAAAAAAANo/uafQ4w9ZFn0/s320/DSCN4598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting in line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SE3JJGufJnI/AAAAAAAAANw/51_3RU-wOQU/s1600-h/DSCN4609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210041502199129714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SE3JJGufJnI/AAAAAAAAANw/51_3RU-wOQU/s320/DSCN4609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awww...my baby girl is growing up so fast...yes, that comment actually annoyed me as much as it did you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-898520447660448163?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/898520447660448163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=898520447660448163&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/898520447660448163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/898520447660448163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/06/yummmschool-lunch.html' title='Yummm...School Lunch'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SE3JIaxUVHI/AAAAAAAAANo/uafQ4w9ZFn0/s72-c/DSCN4598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-867506638968800441</id><published>2008-06-08T20:26:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:00.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Little Bees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Luke Hive has been very busy and productive these last few days. We finished our downstairs bathroom, finally, and I think it is beautiful. I love it. I wish I had taken a before picture, because my description just won't do the old bathroom justice. First, the door only opened up half way, since it opened in, and would hit the pink (yes, pink) counter of the HUGE vanity. Then, the blinds in the window were never actually installed, just jammed into the window frame, so if you forgot, and tried to pull the string to open the blinds, they came crashing down. Finally, the toilet had a slow leak into the flooring, which had discolored the vinyl and made a mess of the subfloor. Our little guest bath has been out of commision for some time, but we are welcoming it back into the fold. It has a new color on the walls, a very dark burgundy, almost chocolate brown. A new vanity that is a much better fit for such a small room, an updated mirror, new tile floor, and Jeff removed the door frame and turned the door completely around so it now opens out. I really do love it, and the girls love that they no longer have to make the mad dash up the stairs to their bathroom when nature calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SEyXH8FBnXI/AAAAAAAAANA/dTbtZA39uxg/s1600-h/100_2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209705031602904434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SEyXH8FBnXI/AAAAAAAAANA/dTbtZA39uxg/s320/100_2060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also got our garden planted. We are still getting used to this garden thing, so we were pretty late in the season. Luckily, since we missed the window for planting seeds, we were still able to find most everything we wanted in seedlings at the garden store. Come fall, we'll have corn, tomatoes, squash, zucchini, cucumbers, jalepenos, strawberries, and raspberries. I also planted a couple &lt;a href="http://oldfashionedliving.com/nasturtiums.html"&gt;nasturtiums&lt;/a&gt;. They are a really pretty flower that some friends of ours grew last year. It is edible, petals and leaves, and tastes like radish. I loved the taste, and thought it would be cool to have flowers in our salads, so we'll see how it goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SEyVCWO1FlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/veNmnOhPFf4/s1600-h/100_2059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209702736520877650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SEyVCWO1FlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/veNmnOhPFf4/s320/100_2059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Jeff roto-tilling the tomato area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-867506638968800441?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/867506638968800441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=867506638968800441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/867506638968800441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/867506638968800441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/06/busy-little-bees.html' title='Busy Little Bees'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SEyXH8FBnXI/AAAAAAAAANA/dTbtZA39uxg/s72-c/100_2060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-425684851466292358</id><published>2008-06-01T16:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:01.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has been the greatest weekend.  Friday night, Jeff and I dropped the kids off at our friends (Thanks Crystal) and loaded up our bikes in the truck.  We drove down by the greenbelt and spent the next hour and a half riding along the Boise River and in the Boise North End streets.  The weather could not have been better for a bike ride.  It was so fun!  The biking, the weather, the surroundings, and having one-on-one time with Jeff was awesome.  We even capped the night off with a little Maggie Moo ice cream.  Perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, Saturday at our house is Family Fun Day.  We have a brown lunch bag full of family activities from which we draw, and have a great time together.  Yesterday we drove up to Bogus Basin to go treasure hunting.  Regan and Jeff (and when it's not too scary, Hadyn) have bonded lately over Indiana Jones.  So, we went in search of our own treasure at the newly uncovered ski hills of Bogus Basin.  Jeff and I hoped to find "real" treasure such as dropped sunglasses, money, property deeds, etc. from under the ski lifts.  We found slightly different treasure, but the girls were in heaven.  They kept saying how this was the funnest family fun day ever.  It truly was great, even if we weren't any richer monetarily when we left...probably poorer, thanks to gas being somewhere around $12/gallon... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hiked almost all the way up the face of one hill.  If you know Bogus, we hiked under the 4-man lift, and almost got to the end of the lift.  Jeff and I were amazed at how well Regan and Hadyn handled the hike.  It was very steep in places, but they were real troopers the whole time, thanks, in part, to all their treasure.  Again, just a great day, great weather, great family, great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SEMhbrndFpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/3-IDl6nGQKM/s1600-h/100_2037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207042353618818706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SEMhbrndFpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/3-IDl6nGQKM/s320/100_2037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Hadyn and Jeff on the lift (it was off of course).  You can see Regan on the seat behind them.  I love the look on Hadyn's face.  Do you think she was getting tired of the camera?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SEMhb7ndFqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xRgIFuvG93w/s1600-h/100_2040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207042357913786018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SEMhb7ndFqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xRgIFuvG93w/s320/100_2040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hadyn again, giving the classic Luke camera pose.  The bandage is from a scratch she got the day before in a fight between her and a tree branch.  The branch won...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SEMhcbndFrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2FQJSaAYsTM/s1600-h/100_2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207042366503720626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SEMhcbndFrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2FQJSaAYsTM/s320/100_2016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Regan and Jeff about half way up the hill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SEMgpLndFoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/UEUSnVzdHxI/s1600-h/100_2032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207041486035424898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SEMgpLndFoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/UEUSnVzdHxI/s320/100_2032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little hikers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SEMf07ndFnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/NGbraqQgnrY/s1600-h/100_2052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207040588387260018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SEMf07ndFnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/NGbraqQgnrY/s320/100_2052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The loot:  Several rocks, a bolt, a broken snap, a shiny lid from a lotion bottle, a blue plastic circle, a dried up pen, a toggle from a jacket, half of an orange sunglass lens, part of a buckle and a piece of glass.  The only treasure no longer there is a Captain Morgan liquor bottle.  It was one of those small ones, maybe from a minibar or something.  We let them bring it down, but it smelled so bad when I opened the bottle to rinse it out, I tossed it...  The girls really, truly love their treasures.  I love that this is what can make them happy.  I know it won't last, they'll grow up and demand treasures of IPods and cell phones, but for one weekend at least, they were so happy to find this stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-528ef76a6fe1b212" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D528ef76a6fe1b212%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F81C8F87C9C5C555A4460DCE9B612EE2BF4A382.3E3B1CBCF411D9AFF377E64E0D9E7CD97CBB16F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D528ef76a6fe1b212%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Di9CSMSlbgKoZXoWGVIp7gGsuOFc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D528ef76a6fe1b212%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F81C8F87C9C5C555A4460DCE9B612EE2BF4A382.3E3B1CBCF411D9AFF377E64E0D9E7CD97CBB16F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D528ef76a6fe1b212%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Di9CSMSlbgKoZXoWGVIp7gGsuOFc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-425684851466292358?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=528ef76a6fe1b212&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/425684851466292358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=425684851466292358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/425684851466292358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/425684851466292358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-great-weekend.html' title='What a Great Weekend'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817447772879077338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SUfziSEb1JI/AAAAAAAAAko/_tzkK9u72N0/S220/Maria+Close-up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SEMhbrndFpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/3-IDl6nGQKM/s72-c/100_2037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635047269930717171.post-8797235145699698271</id><published>2008-05-28T15:15:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:01.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw Your Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both Regan and Hadyn entered the local "Draw Your Dad" contest. They have to draw a picture and send a snapshot for judging. Here are the girls' entries:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205542821398606930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SD3NnayMdFI/AAAAAAAAALw/ouQXBx_fDSE/s320/Jeff.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regan chose this picture of her Dad in his Boise State sweatshirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Notice she even drew the hood...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SD3MQayMdDI/AAAAAAAAALg/KPd1-g0BU3g/s1600-h/Regan%27s+Dad_Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205542954542593122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SD3NvKyMdGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/F3mDzvFnQEA/s320/Regan%27s+Dad_Page_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hadyn chose this picture of her and her dad: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205543104866448514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SD3N36yMdII/AAAAAAAAAMI/i1oUy3pU1J8/s320/JeffandHadyn.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The funniest thing about Hadyn't drawing is that she hunted all over the craft room and her bedroom for the perfect color of brown for his eyes...then gave him turquoise hair. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205543049031873650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SD3N0qyMdHI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8_6Sm2TCGf4/s320/Hadyn%27sDad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T17n46mdvz4/SD3LvayMdBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Ln5YHBC4hTE/s1600-h/JeffandHadyn.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635047269930717171-8797235145699698271?l=lukeletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lukeletters.blogspot.com/feeds/8797235145699698271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635047269930717171&amp;postID=8797235145699698271&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/8797235145699698271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635047269930717171/posts/default/8797235145699698271'/><link 
