<?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-2901530149359420075</id><updated>2011-10-03T04:46:35.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volmer Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Ben, Stephanie, Zac, Kylee and Adam</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-757837350113885376</id><published>2011-09-05T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:00:06.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P9fAmTCCRWE/TmWm7PHzyHI/AAAAAAAACAo/dRJsJOOmoJ0/s1600/DSC06682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649104844207933554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P9fAmTCCRWE/TmWm7PHzyHI/AAAAAAAACAo/dRJsJOOmoJ0/s320/DSC06682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac is oficially growing up. He started kindergarten last week and was not the least bit sad about going. He was very excited and I was too! I even let him ride the bus a couple times and that made me a little nervous, but he loved it and they take pretty good care of the kindergartners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JZSUlFbP54o/TmWmxYCC6XI/AAAAAAAACAg/P1JPvj5y-c8/s1600/DSC06684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649104674800986482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JZSUlFbP54o/TmWmxYCC6XI/AAAAAAAACAg/P1JPvj5y-c8/s320/DSC06684.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the kids in his class who are also in his primary class. Quite the group of boys.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K7WuC6GOSOY/TmWmxJMJFdI/AAAAAAAACAY/1sdbDm9xppI/s1600/DSC06687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649104670816802258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K7WuC6GOSOY/TmWmxJMJFdI/AAAAAAAACAY/1sdbDm9xppI/s320/DSC06687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac waited in line very patiently for the teacher to let him go out the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MUe4cfie58/TmWmwkleK2I/AAAAAAAACAQ/AL-2UJ3x84g/s1600/DSC06689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649104660990929762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MUe4cfie58/TmWmwkleK2I/AAAAAAAACAQ/AL-2UJ3x84g/s320/DSC06689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DBvBDEZLXVc/TmWmwBjCX-I/AAAAAAAACAI/igtNzbsM_lI/s1600/DSC06698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649104651585478626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DBvBDEZLXVc/TmWmwBjCX-I/AAAAAAAACAI/igtNzbsM_lI/s320/DSC06698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac also lost his first tooth the same day he started kindergarten. Right after he got home he was eating lunch and the tooth just popped right out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wdmVA-unEhI/TmWmv14NWRI/AAAAAAAACAA/uGx8AGqbS2M/s1600/DSC06675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649104648453052690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wdmVA-unEhI/TmWmv14NWRI/AAAAAAAACAA/uGx8AGqbS2M/s320/DSC06675.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ben caught this lizard at red rock canyon while we were gone. Zac has never been happier about a pet in his life!&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/2901530149359420075-757837350113885376?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/757837350113885376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=757837350113885376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/757837350113885376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/757837350113885376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/zac-is-oficially-growing-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P9fAmTCCRWE/TmWm7PHzyHI/AAAAAAAACAo/dRJsJOOmoJ0/s72-c/DSC06682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-7138592933986946251</id><published>2011-09-05T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:40:22.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wB_uKfoHo6w/TmWfyeOmyAI/AAAAAAAAB_4/XEqe1S_iXdI/s1600/SDC11507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649096997062756354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wB_uKfoHo6w/TmWfyeOmyAI/AAAAAAAAB_4/XEqe1S_iXdI/s320/SDC11507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to California and stayed in a beach house in San Clemente for 2 weeks. We hit a few theme parks, hung out at the beach a lot and ate lots of yummy food. Good times. Zac might have been most excited about this snail he caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yfoRxYZZU3U/TmWfyK6q-5I/AAAAAAAAB_w/DR4dGLBMkM4/s1600/SDC11503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649096991878871954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yfoRxYZZU3U/TmWfyK6q-5I/AAAAAAAAB_w/DR4dGLBMkM4/s320/SDC11503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanny gave Kylee her very own spa treatment. She was in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PNUqmbyXnlk/TmWfUtrWQlI/AAAAAAAAB_o/5SHg5VmCt_k/s1600/SDC11500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649096485813764690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PNUqmbyXnlk/TmWfUtrWQlI/AAAAAAAAB_o/5SHg5VmCt_k/s320/SDC11500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nerd alert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ElRXeyEMdGg/TmWfUPHQeGI/AAAAAAAAB_g/bJ_YcUIbZ2M/s1600/SDC11495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649096477609326690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ElRXeyEMdGg/TmWfUPHQeGI/AAAAAAAAB_g/bJ_YcUIbZ2M/s320/SDC11495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam and Wyatt were so worn out from all of our running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PJCqAd_kjAc/TmWfT6n2G2I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/jp0QxKidw2Y/s1600/SDC11485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649096472108866402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PJCqAd_kjAc/TmWfT6n2G2I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/jp0QxKidw2Y/s320/SDC11485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoola hooping at the sandiego wild animal park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oP0msQmV6mE/TmWfTtkX3CI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/QgJT1GCZtbw/s1600/SDC11458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649096468604640290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oP0msQmV6mE/TmWfTtkX3CI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/QgJT1GCZtbw/s320/SDC11458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Lion was hanging out on this jeep the whole time we were there. Doesn't kylee look happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NC7lXQhFTwo/TmWfTbUFTaI/AAAAAAAAB_I/63tSLTbIdYY/s1600/SDC11443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649096463704477090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NC7lXQhFTwo/TmWfTbUFTaI/AAAAAAAAB_I/63tSLTbIdYY/s320/SDC11443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeding the ducks. We had a massive pile of food. Adam loved looking at them, but he couldn't throw them food because he just tried to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e9rsQtc95GU/TmWeAzGwNbI/AAAAAAAAB_A/mbfClEL5O24/s1600/SDC11441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649095044161877426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e9rsQtc95GU/TmWeAzGwNbI/AAAAAAAAB_A/mbfClEL5O24/s320/SDC11441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4FBaKoYL7w/TmWeAj2c1DI/AAAAAAAAB-4/ESSiXlyXXGo/s1600/SDC11434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649095040066966578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4FBaKoYL7w/TmWeAj2c1DI/AAAAAAAAB-4/ESSiXlyXXGo/s320/SDC11434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee rode on a mechanical elephant at the Irvine Spectrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x0Fj0XwwR-c/TmWeAHBXqnI/AAAAAAAAB-o/kobpDwFiE0k/s1600/SDC11428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649095032328137330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x0Fj0XwwR-c/TmWeAHBXqnI/AAAAAAAAB-o/kobpDwFiE0k/s320/SDC11428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating breakfast on the peir. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YH6CjMT4Y7I/TmWd_k2PwpI/AAAAAAAAB-g/3RxDiP19pBg/s1600/SDC11427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649095023154676370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YH6CjMT4Y7I/TmWd_k2PwpI/AAAAAAAAB-g/3RxDiP19pBg/s320/SDC11427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love ma and pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5OQ77iEBcLQ/TmWdKUKqERI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/_EYvCTYEZsU/s1600/SDC11426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649094108143816978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5OQ77iEBcLQ/TmWdKUKqERI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/_EYvCTYEZsU/s320/SDC11426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea party at the beach house with kylee's new tea set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX-9nneIcdo/TmWdKLvIhkI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/kB6g7ifTH1Q/s1600/SDC11424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649094105880888898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX-9nneIcdo/TmWdKLvIhkI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/kB6g7ifTH1Q/s320/SDC11424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lego land was pretty cool. There were some amazing things built out of legos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tS7NLfHLN2o/TmWdJyXAoXI/AAAAAAAAB-I/tbz9CSR9_UM/s1600/SDC11423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649094099068821874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tS7NLfHLN2o/TmWdJyXAoXI/AAAAAAAAB-I/tbz9CSR9_UM/s320/SDC11423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac found a worm on my back. Gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bTryuTHFbn0/TmWdJuomBSI/AAAAAAAAB-A/Yp2mFu5Smh4/s1600/SDC11409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649094098068833570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bTryuTHFbn0/TmWdJuomBSI/AAAAAAAAB-A/Yp2mFu5Smh4/s320/SDC11409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qijsNXA9SAU/TmWdJb7-ATI/AAAAAAAAB94/X4jgVkQxJa0/s1600/SDC11405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649094093049823538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qijsNXA9SAU/TmWdJb7-ATI/AAAAAAAAB94/X4jgVkQxJa0/s320/SDC11405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was built out of like 200,000 legos or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-23LZ0QmciTo/TmWb67hWQ3I/AAAAAAAAB9w/nGyV2jG4d_k/s1600/SDC11396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649092744318436210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-23LZ0QmciTo/TmWb67hWQ3I/AAAAAAAAB9w/nGyV2jG4d_k/s320/SDC11396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7FWMcWMntE/TmWb6ldD1rI/AAAAAAAAB9o/a57dWLapPr4/s1600/SDC11395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649092738394871474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7FWMcWMntE/TmWb6ldD1rI/AAAAAAAAB9o/a57dWLapPr4/s320/SDC11395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Wyatt was really excited to be in the tub with Adam and Kylee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FLcgM2btpNw/TmWb6ZMiyqI/AAAAAAAAB9g/cpHZ2d6VCv0/s1600/SDC11391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649092735104371362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FLcgM2btpNw/TmWb6ZMiyqI/AAAAAAAAB9g/cpHZ2d6VCv0/s320/SDC11391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We met up with Teri and Jason and their kids at Sea World. It was so fun to see them. Love you guys! And miss you tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6tn3_hkoDkc/TmWb512-CCI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/TM9rDXCh_u8/s1600/SDC11389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649092725618640930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6tn3_hkoDkc/TmWb512-CCI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/TM9rDXCh_u8/s320/SDC11389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with elmo and abby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gVIVPTRcaI/TmWb5vlktaI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/ygkzJmVBFoo/s1600/DSC06670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649092723935065506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gVIVPTRcaI/TmWb5vlktaI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/ygkzJmVBFoo/s320/DSC06670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my little sis. Isn't she cute? And isn't the beach amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C7Hd-H0gfA4/TmWaialTR3I/AAAAAAAAB9I/A8BWyOLpSqQ/s1600/DSC06669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649091223648159602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C7Hd-H0gfA4/TmWaialTR3I/AAAAAAAAB9I/A8BWyOLpSqQ/s320/DSC06669.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We always get the cutest family photos ever. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EOMvl5-6N8E/TmWaiCDbLFI/AAAAAAAAB9A/6VaC2Arsubg/s1600/DSC06661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649091217063619666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EOMvl5-6N8E/TmWaiCDbLFI/AAAAAAAAB9A/6VaC2Arsubg/s320/DSC06661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam loved crawling around in the sand, but it gave him major diaper rash. The kid needs to start walking. Wyatt was obsessed with Adam's dump truck and played with it the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0alMwlw5VjI/TmWah8zi3TI/AAAAAAAAB84/T6usm6-5GaM/s1600/DSC06658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649091215654837554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0alMwlw5VjI/TmWah8zi3TI/AAAAAAAAB84/T6usm6-5GaM/s320/DSC06658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee loved everything about the beach. The sand, the water and even going for rides on the boogie board with Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HK2riUxaCcY/TmWahqOv2sI/AAAAAAAAB8w/ipIxkyRUl0Y/s1600/DSC06652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649091210668661442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HK2riUxaCcY/TmWahqOv2sI/AAAAAAAAB8w/ipIxkyRUl0Y/s320/DSC06652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam loves uncle Jared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SnpMS1FwJlw/TmWahCzSx7I/AAAAAAAAB8o/kUTFtH79AFo/s1600/DSC06642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649091200084527026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SnpMS1FwJlw/TmWahCzSx7I/AAAAAAAAB8o/kUTFtH79AFo/s320/DSC06642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac didn't want to get in the water much because of sharks, but he loved hunting for treasures in the sand and looking for crabs. We actually caught a few, but let them go so they wouldn't die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a fun trip. Wish we could go back there every year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-7138592933986946251?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7138592933986946251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=7138592933986946251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/7138592933986946251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/7138592933986946251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/california.html' title='California'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wB_uKfoHo6w/TmWfyeOmyAI/AAAAAAAAB_4/XEqe1S_iXdI/s72-c/SDC11507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-7170278399962826050</id><published>2011-06-08T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T21:49:16.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam turns 1!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_DkKriOQjIk/TfBNLhDOuvI/AAAAAAAAB8g/vrgMX5lRyKQ/s1600/IMG_8740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616073595576826610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_DkKriOQjIk/TfBNLhDOuvI/AAAAAAAAB8g/vrgMX5lRyKQ/s320/IMG_8740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam turned 1 on monday June 6th. I can't believe he is a year old already. He still doesn't know how to feed himself and when we stuck his hands in the cake to get him going he just looked at his hands and squealed. He loved it when I put cake in his mouth though. After a while he got smart and decided since he didn't know how to put the cake in his mouth that he would put his mouth in the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u5igWlF5xOY/TfBNLb6S6xI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/6yTIq-WlvYA/s1600/IMG_8752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616073594197175058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u5igWlF5xOY/TfBNLb6S6xI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/6yTIq-WlvYA/s320/IMG_8752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FmE2UFTlwpY/TfBM0Dj4COI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/IEk_m80YvgY/s1600/IMG_8764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616073192523696354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FmE2UFTlwpY/TfBM0Dj4COI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/IEk_m80YvgY/s320/IMG_8764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Zac likes Adam's present as much or more than Adam does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fu45bN0J4s/TfBMz2H0kCI/AAAAAAAAB8I/ZBmBKTCL_CY/s1600/IMG_8755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616073188916367394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fu45bN0J4s/TfBMz2H0kCI/AAAAAAAAB8I/ZBmBKTCL_CY/s320/IMG_8755.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g_G_tUfEn5A/TfBMU-v1KYI/AAAAAAAAB8A/7aF3LqQYVJQ/s1600/IMG_8748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616072658655717762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g_G_tUfEn5A/TfBMU-v1KYI/AAAAAAAAB8A/7aF3LqQYVJQ/s320/IMG_8748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AzzfQGPn1lk/TfBMUuWj6yI/AAAAAAAAB74/c8_zNf1I-K4/s1600/IMG_8736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616072654254762786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AzzfQGPn1lk/TfBMUuWj6yI/AAAAAAAAB74/c8_zNf1I-K4/s320/IMG_8736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--XXgaqAWsIQ/TfBMAvDxOOI/AAAAAAAAB7w/t5fMmwssDRA/s1600/IMG_8735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616072310846994658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--XXgaqAWsIQ/TfBMAvDxOOI/AAAAAAAAB7w/t5fMmwssDRA/s320/IMG_8735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SuNJeqWRq24/TfBMAXk82FI/AAAAAAAAB7o/MrhshKsbE00/s1600/IMG_8723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616072304543717458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SuNJeqWRq24/TfBMAXk82FI/AAAAAAAAB7o/MrhshKsbE00/s320/IMG_8723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-as7rMiYXUN0/TfAUv_a300I/AAAAAAAAB7g/tVpsKuY3t7k/s1600/IMG_8718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616011550041559874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-as7rMiYXUN0/TfAUv_a300I/AAAAAAAAB7g/tVpsKuY3t7k/s320/IMG_8718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGnxEYlinwk/TfAUvXuJE9I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/5SDUhVy7IWo/s1600/IMG_8714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616011539384964050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGnxEYlinwk/TfAUvXuJE9I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/5SDUhVy7IWo/s320/IMG_8714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vt3vFAJzm0A/TfAUvHaHwuI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/Qk_B_V1uhn0/s1600/IMG_8706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616011535006024418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vt3vFAJzm0A/TfAUvHaHwuI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/Qk_B_V1uhn0/s320/IMG_8706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olivia, Kylee and Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5N1XAR2FYps/TfAUudqnSXI/AAAAAAAAB7I/A9pHUkU0cEY/s1600/IMG_8701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616011523800910194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5N1XAR2FYps/TfAUudqnSXI/AAAAAAAAB7I/A9pHUkU0cEY/s320/IMG_8701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber and Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGr2yFS3FmA/TfALPm5-qhI/AAAAAAAAB5c/QVOOs4KGN-A/s1600/DSC06606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616001098100681234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGr2yFS3FmA/TfALPm5-qhI/AAAAAAAAB5c/QVOOs4KGN-A/s320/DSC06606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of our friends who came over to celebrate with us. We had about 30 kids here and Adam didn't quite know how to take all the rucus, but it was fun and crazy just how a party should be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam is now moving around. About a month ago he started army crawling, so maybe by the time he is 18 months he'll be walking. He has turned into quite the screamer too (I am blaming Zac for teaching him that) and he is a total momma's boy. We love you Adam and can't wait to see what kind of a todler you turn into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-siSg9YY3tec/TfALPcbHtcI/AAAAAAAAB5U/JOWTMxzV0vU/s1600/DSC06575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616001095286896066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-siSg9YY3tec/TfALPcbHtcI/AAAAAAAAB5U/JOWTMxzV0vU/s320/DSC06575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xmjVhrFF_tk/TfALPJK8NGI/AAAAAAAAB5M/hIAiassEwPQ/s1600/DSC06545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616001090118759522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xmjVhrFF_tk/TfALPJK8NGI/AAAAAAAAB5M/hIAiassEwPQ/s320/DSC06545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made french toast for Adam's birthday breakfast. Zac and Kylee made the request for him and he loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fG9yhbQcn4g/TfALOghX6CI/AAAAAAAAB5E/LgduUM2UG-U/s1600/DSC06537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616001079206996002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fG9yhbQcn4g/TfALOghX6CI/AAAAAAAAB5E/LgduUM2UG-U/s320/DSC06537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-7170278399962826050?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7170278399962826050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=7170278399962826050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/7170278399962826050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/7170278399962826050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/adam-turns-1.html' title='Adam turns 1!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_DkKriOQjIk/TfBNLhDOuvI/AAAAAAAAB8g/vrgMX5lRyKQ/s72-c/IMG_8740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-4346017463709550136</id><published>2011-06-08T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T16:42:05.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of my 20's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y17mPXtGcJo/TfAGGBUpOhI/AAAAAAAAB48/F6cPzW0M6qU/s1600/DSC06535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615995435835013650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y17mPXtGcJo/TfAGGBUpOhI/AAAAAAAAB48/F6cPzW0M6qU/s320/DSC06535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This close up of me is the day I turned 30. It's a terrible picture, but the only one I got. Do I look any older??? Ben and I went out to dinner w/o kids and tried to go ride the big shot ride at the top of the stratosphere, but it was closed because it was too windy. I guess i'll be reliving my high school dare devil days at another time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WU5rLY7rwI0/TfAGF6vd4SI/AAAAAAAAB40/MAsMEADgKZM/s1600/DSC06524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615995434068468002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WU5rLY7rwI0/TfAGF6vd4SI/AAAAAAAAB40/MAsMEADgKZM/s320/DSC06524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night before I turned 30 was such a weird night. I just couldn't get over the fact that I was never going to be in my 20's again. I still can't get over it. I am starting to feel lots of aches and pains in my body though, so I guess I really am getting old. I had to go out with a bang, so that night I went to the temple; came home and ate a big bowl of ice cream and relaxed in the hot tub with Ben. &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/2901530149359420075-4346017463709550136?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4346017463709550136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=4346017463709550136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/4346017463709550136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/4346017463709550136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-day-of-my-20s.html' title='Last day of my 20&apos;s'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y17mPXtGcJo/TfAGGBUpOhI/AAAAAAAAB48/F6cPzW0M6qU/s72-c/DSC06535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-3105284355399584425</id><published>2011-06-08T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T16:28:29.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zac's preschool graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4lff-th5-Y/TfAEgF6g3rI/AAAAAAAAB4s/P_JOs2YcNd8/s1600/DSC06499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615993684720934578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4lff-th5-Y/TfAEgF6g3rI/AAAAAAAAB4s/P_JOs2YcNd8/s320/DSC06499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac had his preschool grad a week ago. He had a great experience this year and is more than ready to go to kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rvbVpjSS4ag/TfAEfp4OsbI/AAAAAAAAB4k/Ahg8J9WBhCI/s1600/DSC06503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615993677195162034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rvbVpjSS4ag/TfAEfp4OsbI/AAAAAAAAB4k/Ahg8J9WBhCI/s320/DSC06503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were 7 boys in his class and he loved it. They sang a few songs and performed a skit for us at his graduation.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1evV67Uh78/TfAEfISRblI/AAAAAAAAB4c/d4YMpQj6HCU/s1600/DSC06509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615993668177587794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1evV67Uh78/TfAEfISRblI/AAAAAAAAB4c/d4YMpQj6HCU/s320/DSC06509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac getting his diploma from "Miss Lesly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CoUzT_0qcvM/TfAEeq2_x-I/AAAAAAAAB4U/nBR4GzjAcxc/s1600/DSC06522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615993660278556642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CoUzT_0qcvM/TfAEeq2_x-I/AAAAAAAAB4U/nBR4GzjAcxc/s320/DSC06522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason, Drew, Zac and Atticus. Zac pretty much towers over everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wVzEvs2RsaE/TfAEeWfGnsI/AAAAAAAAB4M/tSqtWV3MLJA/s1600/DSC06515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615993654809632450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wVzEvs2RsaE/TfAEeWfGnsI/AAAAAAAAB4M/tSqtWV3MLJA/s320/DSC06515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Mckenzie, Zac, Gabe, Atticus, Miss Lesly, Mason, Jason, Chase and Drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/2901530149359420075-3105284355399584425?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3105284355399584425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=3105284355399584425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/3105284355399584425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/3105284355399584425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/zacs-preschool-graduation.html' title='Zac&apos;s preschool graduation'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4lff-th5-Y/TfAEgF6g3rI/AAAAAAAAB4s/P_JOs2YcNd8/s72-c/DSC06499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-2766224154561198974</id><published>2011-05-09T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T12:00:06.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family pics</title><content type='html'>My friend Teri took some cute pictures of our family a few weeks ago! It is so hard to get kids to cooperate, but we got some good ones. Kylee was wearing lip gloss so she is smacking her lips together in every picture. Zac wanted to play in the pile of rocks the whole time and Adam just didn't have a clue what was going on. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1vg0WSCXhII/Tcg4tv0RKjI/AAAAAAAAB34/yOL-9ey3DCc/s1600/IMG_8143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604792094843546162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1vg0WSCXhII/Tcg4tv0RKjI/AAAAAAAAB34/yOL-9ey3DCc/s320/IMG_8143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lxKwGdtBQiw/Tcg4tcuTxBI/AAAAAAAAB3w/dgxOMTtVLv0/s1600/IMG_8218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604792089718277138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lxKwGdtBQiw/Tcg4tcuTxBI/AAAAAAAAB3w/dgxOMTtVLv0/s320/IMG_8218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lbVXpZu4mKk/Tcg3bkbDHrI/AAAAAAAAB3o/uhP8MW8eFZ8/s1600/IMG_8219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604790683035705010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lbVXpZu4mKk/Tcg3bkbDHrI/AAAAAAAAB3o/uhP8MW8eFZ8/s320/IMG_8219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7NM7iVF1rrE/Tcg3ba9zl8I/AAAAAAAAB3g/yIMZE8xEIho/s1600/IMG_8202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 306px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604790680497133506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7NM7iVF1rrE/Tcg3ba9zl8I/AAAAAAAAB3g/yIMZE8xEIho/s320/IMG_8202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mf_NsqlrKxI/Tcg3a16iJSI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/V5USSYYn5R4/s1600/IMG_8151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604790670551295266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mf_NsqlrKxI/Tcg3a16iJSI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/V5USSYYn5R4/s320/IMG_8151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YacK7T8vPTQ/Tcg3auP1GpI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/psSLF4i9lIE/s1600/IMG_8131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604790668493134482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YacK7T8vPTQ/Tcg3auP1GpI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/psSLF4i9lIE/s320/IMG_8131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xiACAqpDeqM/Tcg2cYCz3lI/AAAAAAAAB3I/9HbVIJ4H14Q/s1600/IMG_8116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604789597381058130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xiACAqpDeqM/Tcg2cYCz3lI/AAAAAAAAB3I/9HbVIJ4H14Q/s320/IMG_8116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W51iNIZz20A/Tcg2cPMKDYI/AAAAAAAAB3A/KqWF_lO_x2A/s1600/IMG_8111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604789595004341634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W51iNIZz20A/Tcg2cPMKDYI/AAAAAAAAB3A/KqWF_lO_x2A/s320/IMG_8111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hi8z6ysDxSM/Tcg183-BEEI/AAAAAAAAB24/GHvo5tLgn5s/s1600/IMG_8178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604789056195072066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hi8z6ysDxSM/Tcg183-BEEI/AAAAAAAAB24/GHvo5tLgn5s/s320/IMG_8178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-2766224154561198974?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2766224154561198974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=2766224154561198974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/2766224154561198974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/2766224154561198974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/family-pics.html' title='Family pics'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1vg0WSCXhII/Tcg4tv0RKjI/AAAAAAAAB34/yOL-9ey3DCc/s72-c/IMG_8143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-375614157924770877</id><published>2011-02-17T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T16:25:29.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_8ExbxA_D1E/TV272S_0wjI/AAAAAAAAB2w/2bBxs5GuwYA/s1600/DSC06443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574818455241409074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_8ExbxA_D1E/TV272S_0wjI/AAAAAAAAB2w/2bBxs5GuwYA/s320/DSC06443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took these pictures on Valentines trying to get a cute one to frame for Ben to put in his office.  I couldn't get one of all of them looking and smiling at the same time, but they still turned out cute.  This one at the top is my favorite of Kylee.  That is the face she makes when she says, "I'm a witch and i'm gonna KILL you." She is such a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ZM1QUUUFXY/TV271_rLnjI/AAAAAAAAB2o/NQnbPIfqVBI/s1600/DSC06450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574818450054553138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ZM1QUUUFXY/TV271_rLnjI/AAAAAAAAB2o/NQnbPIfqVBI/s320/DSC06450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-JtZjYZ3Tc/TV271v_PZjI/AAAAAAAAB2g/GHx44dTklmg/s1600/DSC06456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574818445843719730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-JtZjYZ3Tc/TV271v_PZjI/AAAAAAAAB2g/GHx44dTklmg/s320/DSC06456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2901530149359420075-375614157924770877?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/375614157924770877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=375614157924770877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/375614157924770877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/375614157924770877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentines!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_8ExbxA_D1E/TV272S_0wjI/AAAAAAAAB2w/2bBxs5GuwYA/s72-c/DSC06443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-3122677184300651955</id><published>2011-01-05T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:32:56.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>We had a great christmas this year at my parents house. The whole family was there and it got a little crazy between our kids and Wyatt running around. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVc3WCrn1I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/sM3j4JMY-kk/s1600/DSC06345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558951420938133330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVc3WCrn1I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/sM3j4JMY-kk/s320/DSC06345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I ate way too much and sat around way too much, but it was nice to not have anywhere to be. I love christmas time and i'm sad it's all over for another year. Hopefully we can keep the christmas spirit around for the whole year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVc3N99yeI/AAAAAAAAB2I/p92iigJz4G8/s1600/DSC06342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558951418770868706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVc3N99yeI/AAAAAAAAB2I/p92iigJz4G8/s320/DSC06342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVc2wZpKTI/AAAAAAAAB2A/GjxNTyr3NWo/s1600/DSC06335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558951410833893682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVc2wZpKTI/AAAAAAAAB2A/GjxNTyr3NWo/s320/DSC06335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zac and Kylee slept in my mom's room on the floor. They watched movies on her bed every night. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVc2podmOI/AAAAAAAAB14/HvdIvUZa7CE/s1600/DSC06333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558951409017002210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVc2podmOI/AAAAAAAAB14/HvdIvUZa7CE/s320/DSC06333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVc2auMZgI/AAAAAAAAB1w/1zrk2bBSa5E/s1600/DSC06330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558951405014509058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVc2auMZgI/AAAAAAAAB1w/1zrk2bBSa5E/s320/DSC06330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Wyatt's christmas present, but I think it was Kylee's favorite thing and she pretty much dominated it while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVbhdZFFUI/AAAAAAAAB1o/OCmbF1YiJQA/s1600/DSC06327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558949945442374978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVbhdZFFUI/AAAAAAAAB1o/OCmbF1YiJQA/s320/DSC06327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac got a lot of stuff, but his two favorite things were his remote control Big Foot that he got from Santa and his Nintendo DS that he got from Nanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVbhBzrYCI/AAAAAAAAB1g/Uzw8DAZj_ok/s1600/DSC06326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558949938037743650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVbhBzrYCI/AAAAAAAAB1g/Uzw8DAZj_ok/s320/DSC06326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee loved her Vanity that she got from Nanny. Everything else was just an afterthought. She doesn't really play with toys, so all the dolls and things that she got will probably just sit on her shelf while she prances around in her foofoo dress and her princess shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVbgro3IoI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/nID_bwq0-20/s1600/DSC06324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558949932086796930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVbgro3IoI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/nID_bwq0-20/s320/DSC06324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam really is good at "Keeping it Cool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVbgkJxQNI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/JRtSZfVGwKs/s1600/DSC06320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558949930077339858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVbgkJxQNI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/JRtSZfVGwKs/s320/DSC06320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVbge6uAMI/AAAAAAAAB1I/pQjUoRQkHXM/s1600/DSC06304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558949928672035010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVbge6uAMI/AAAAAAAAB1I/pQjUoRQkHXM/s320/DSC06304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a christmas eve party at my uncle Kay's house. The kids had a blast. We ate pizza and lots of yummy deserts, then the kids performed a Nativity scene (Zac was a shepherd and Kylee was an angel, but she took her costume off before I could get a picture). We played some games and sang christmas songs and the kids took turns singing their own songs (Zac sang his favorite halloween song "In the Graveyard" and Kylee sang a silly here comes santa song with Angie). We also went to my grandma Roxey's for a while that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVaE0b9gyI/AAAAAAAAB1A/XdZBJzWGpyI/s1600/DSC06299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558948353900643106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVaE0b9gyI/AAAAAAAAB1A/XdZBJzWGpyI/s320/DSC06299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what song they were singing here, but it was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVaEjkwhDI/AAAAAAAAB04/HuRO0kLOOSk/s1600/DSC06291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558948349374137394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVaEjkwhDI/AAAAAAAAB04/HuRO0kLOOSk/s320/DSC06291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac didn't have snow clothes that fit him. I think he looked like the kid in "A Christmas Story"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVaEZKwz2I/AAAAAAAAB0w/G079J3JjNss/s1600/DSC06284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558948346580750178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVaEZKwz2I/AAAAAAAAB0w/G079J3JjNss/s320/DSC06284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids loved playing in the snow. Too bad we missed both the good snow storms. When we were there the snow was too hard to build a snowman with. They had plenty of fun in it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVaDy1-E4I/AAAAAAAAB0o/XY10nHPcpxI/s1600/DSC06283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558948336292991874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVaDy1-E4I/AAAAAAAAB0o/XY10nHPcpxI/s320/DSC06283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVaDlFVreI/AAAAAAAAB0g/Sub96_nmHhc/s1600/DSC06273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558948332599356898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVaDlFVreI/AAAAAAAAB0g/Sub96_nmHhc/s320/DSC06273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-3122677184300651955?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3122677184300651955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=3122677184300651955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/3122677184300651955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/3122677184300651955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TSVc3WCrn1I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/sM3j4JMY-kk/s72-c/DSC06345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-8152044832747880785</id><published>2010-12-12T22:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:13:18.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam is 6 months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TQW4kFiEQcI/AAAAAAAAB0M/Q4zaae-ZQek/s1600/SDC11116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550045045903868354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TQW4kFiEQcI/AAAAAAAAB0M/Q4zaae-ZQek/s320/SDC11116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My baby is already 6 months old. Adam is the happiest, smiliest baby ever, but he's kind of lazy because he doesn't roll at all yet and he's not even close to sitting up.  He weighs 18 lbs and is 28 inches long.  What a cutie pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TQW4jlnwNLI/AAAAAAAAB0E/W9SyqW0qHck/s1600/DSC06200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550045037337785522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TQW4jlnwNLI/AAAAAAAAB0E/W9SyqW0qHck/s320/DSC06200.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/2901530149359420075-8152044832747880785?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8152044832747880785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=8152044832747880785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/8152044832747880785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/8152044832747880785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/adam-is-6-months-old.html' title='Adam is 6 months old'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TQW4kFiEQcI/AAAAAAAAB0M/Q4zaae-ZQek/s72-c/SDC11116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-975700966874487781</id><published>2010-11-21T21:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:14:12.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylee turns 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TOn64L0RBlI/AAAAAAAABz8/ltjmdh6ehq0/s1600/DSC06147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542236659607733842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TOn64L0RBlI/AAAAAAAABz8/ltjmdh6ehq0/s320/DSC06147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TOn636Y8dNI/AAAAAAAABz0/p7lR9xusmiw/s1600/DSC06145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542236654929736914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TOn636Y8dNI/AAAAAAAABz0/p7lR9xusmiw/s320/DSC06145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee turned 3 on November 8th.  She had a pink princess party with 5 of her little friends.  We put makeup and glitter on all the girls and painted their nails.  They each got a crown and decorated their own wand.  It was fun, but i'm glad birthday parties are over for a while.  Kylee was so onrey all morning before her party started and I even let her eat a cupcake for breakfast, which probably didn't help the situation.  She had a good time once the party started though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TOn6hzyZKUI/AAAAAAAABzs/8XjDS_P6k48/s1600/DSC06159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542236275200305474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TOn6hzyZKUI/AAAAAAAABzs/8XjDS_P6k48/s320/DSC06159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TOn6hvXf-7I/AAAAAAAABzk/RrCk1-w0Gok/s1600/DSC06165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542236274013764530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TOn6hvXf-7I/AAAAAAAABzk/RrCk1-w0Gok/s320/DSC06165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TOn6hO66yrI/AAAAAAAABzc/BYk9qx9qvKM/s1600/DSC06161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542236265303952050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TOn6hO66yrI/AAAAAAAABzc/BYk9qx9qvKM/s320/DSC06161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TOn6gj5gYDI/AAAAAAAABzU/-7t_dWQIrK0/s1600/DSC06154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542236253755301938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TOn6gj5gYDI/AAAAAAAABzU/-7t_dWQIrK0/s320/DSC06154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TOn6gUlFI9I/AAAAAAAABzM/YR1YDUGesrI/s1600/DSC06143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542236249643099090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TOn6gUlFI9I/AAAAAAAABzM/YR1YDUGesrI/s320/DSC06143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-975700966874487781?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/975700966874487781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=975700966874487781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/975700966874487781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/975700966874487781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/kylee-turns-3.html' title='Kylee turns 3'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TOn64L0RBlI/AAAAAAAABz8/ltjmdh6ehq0/s72-c/DSC06147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-8739701725274145279</id><published>2010-11-03T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:44:25.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>This year Zac was a pirate, Kylee a spider witch and Adam was a robot.  Zac and Kylee loved dressing up, but Adam didn't love it.  He looked super cute though.  We had parties all week.  The trunk-or-treat, Kylee's play group party, Zac's preschool party, a party at the Melgar's house and then actual Halloween.  Our neighborhood had so many people trick-or-treating.  One house had a haunted house in their garage and fire engine was driving up and down the streets blaring their sirens and throwing out candy.  It was pretty crazy.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJFUAuMuvI/AAAAAAAABzE/MKQVWX2idAI/s1600/DSC06127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535563102085233394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJFUAuMuvI/AAAAAAAABzE/MKQVWX2idAI/s320/DSC06127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJFToXJtgI/AAAAAAAABy8/YN-Q5-W74JI/s1600/DSC06129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535563095546115586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJFToXJtgI/AAAAAAAABy8/YN-Q5-W74JI/s320/DSC06129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJFTbtU4uI/AAAAAAAABy0/LKg6X7rA_8c/s1600/DSC06136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535563092149461730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJFTbtU4uI/AAAAAAAABy0/LKg6X7rA_8c/s320/DSC06136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrew and Olivia came to our house on Halloween and went trick-or-treating with us.  Zac and Andrew loved passing out candy to the people who came to our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJFTDv1PzI/AAAAAAAABys/h6FcIyAKVV8/s1600/DSC06134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535563085717520178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJFTDv1PzI/AAAAAAAABys/h6FcIyAKVV8/s320/DSC06134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJEYbSWJdI/AAAAAAAAByk/2I6VuKstd2Q/s1600/DSC06133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535562078424016338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJEYbSWJdI/AAAAAAAAByk/2I6VuKstd2Q/s320/DSC06133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJEYCBqDEI/AAAAAAAAByc/IMgxg6SuY-s/s1600/DSC06131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535562071643130946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJEYCBqDEI/AAAAAAAAByc/IMgxg6SuY-s/s320/DSC06131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJEX7n9OgI/AAAAAAAAByU/0Qg3yg1iSHU/s1600/DSC06125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535562069924723202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJEX7n9OgI/AAAAAAAAByU/0Qg3yg1iSHU/s320/DSC06125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJEXvyRUkI/AAAAAAAAByM/2YLW5kXhbuI/s1600/DSC06121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535562066746757698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJEXvyRUkI/AAAAAAAAByM/2YLW5kXhbuI/s320/DSC06121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made pumpkin pancakes.  Kylee loved helping me make them, but didn't want to eat them. Zac loved them though.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJEXU7Nr5I/AAAAAAAAByE/61sNT6PEj-s/s1600/DSC06120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535562059536510866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJEXU7Nr5I/AAAAAAAAByE/61sNT6PEj-s/s320/DSC06120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJC8NoyxgI/AAAAAAAABx8/UtawbU6slx4/s1600/DSC06119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535560494212105730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJC8NoyxgI/AAAAAAAABx8/UtawbU6slx4/s320/DSC06119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJC741rD4I/AAAAAAAABx0/0br3sGDrSlk/s1600/DSC06118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535560488628981634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJC741rD4I/AAAAAAAABx0/0br3sGDrSlk/s320/DSC06118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Melgars had a really fun party with lots of good food and a movie outside for the kids.  Chelsea's father in law dressed up like a clown and passed out balloons and glow sticks to all the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJC7kCyceI/AAAAAAAABxs/ieyorwe3uF8/s1600/DSC06109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535560483046846946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJC7kCyceI/AAAAAAAABxs/ieyorwe3uF8/s320/DSC06109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJC7Xe1d9I/AAAAAAAABxk/2nmaXU4Cquk/s1600/DSC06111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535560479674824658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJC7Xe1d9I/AAAAAAAABxk/2nmaXU4Cquk/s320/DSC06111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and Gage Carlisle were born on the same day and in the same hospital.  They are going to be good buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJC7JcBjII/AAAAAAAABxc/i3XzkB1a1QI/s1600/DSC06101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535560475904937090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJC7JcBjII/AAAAAAAABxc/i3XzkB1a1QI/s320/DSC06101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac painted his pumpkin like an alien.  What a surprise! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJCHmXGN1I/AAAAAAAABxU/VYypR4dk0uE/s1600/DSC06099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535559590315702098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJCHmXGN1I/AAAAAAAABxU/VYypR4dk0uE/s320/DSC06099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee painted her pumpkin pink.  Another big surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJCHMK9MEI/AAAAAAAABxM/PI89JlNM5OU/s1600/DSC06091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535559583285456962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJCHMK9MEI/AAAAAAAABxM/PI89JlNM5OU/s320/DSC06091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing games at Zac's preschool party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJCG-qaCjI/AAAAAAAABxE/98EO-ldPFpU/s1600/DSC06089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535559579659274802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJCG-qaCjI/AAAAAAAABxE/98EO-ldPFpU/s320/DSC06089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing spiders with a straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJCGpkZcyI/AAAAAAAABw8/AmyqRdPdFPo/s1600/DSC06074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535559573996925730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJCGpkZcyI/AAAAAAAABw8/AmyqRdPdFPo/s320/DSC06074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making and eating marshmellow spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJCGUAv2sI/AAAAAAAABw0/5tk_eUqDC4Q/s1600/DSC06072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535559568210254530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJCGUAv2sI/AAAAAAAABw0/5tk_eUqDC4Q/s320/DSC06072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac got to have Aiden come over and party with our little group of Kylee's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJBQfgi-aI/AAAAAAAABws/TdlZJGlsuow/s1600/DSC06069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535558643583482274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJBQfgi-aI/AAAAAAAABws/TdlZJGlsuow/s320/DSC06069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bailey, Kylee, Emery, Emma and Sadie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJBQKXP-1I/AAAAAAAABwk/au9FyZxAIsQ/s1600/DSC06066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535558637907344210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJBQKXP-1I/AAAAAAAABwk/au9FyZxAIsQ/s320/DSC06066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trunk-or-treat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJBP6j4P0I/AAAAAAAABwc/9G7YsPC8OAY/s1600/DSC06062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535558633665347394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJBP6j4P0I/AAAAAAAABwc/9G7YsPC8OAY/s320/DSC06062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Halloween!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJBPtFpjCI/AAAAAAAABwU/s9XnM2EfrTk/s1600/DSC06061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535558630048893986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJBPtFpjCI/AAAAAAAABwU/s9XnM2EfrTk/s320/DSC06061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJBO-xp7DI/AAAAAAAABwM/WSF0-zM8fYI/s1600/DSC06060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535558617617001522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJBO-xp7DI/AAAAAAAABwM/WSF0-zM8fYI/s320/DSC06060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-8739701725274145279?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8739701725274145279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=8739701725274145279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/8739701725274145279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/8739701725274145279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNJFUAuMuvI/AAAAAAAABzE/MKQVWX2idAI/s72-c/DSC06127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-7645091977319893764</id><published>2010-11-03T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:09:02.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh and Erin visit!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI-nkpbB3I/AAAAAAAABwE/YvzgplhgRzo/s1600/DSC06035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535555741564995442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI-nkpbB3I/AAAAAAAABwE/YvzgplhgRzo/s320/DSC06035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josh, Erin, Eliza and Justin came to visit us for a week.  It was a fun/crazy time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI-nUO_2LI/AAAAAAAABv8/WS_8xExiZH8/s1600/DSC06039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535555737159194802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI-nUO_2LI/AAAAAAAABv8/WS_8xExiZH8/s320/DSC06039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin celebrated his first birthday at our house.  We warmed up our pool and went swimming and then had cupcakes.  I think Kylee and Eliza made a bigger mess than Justin.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI987HwHoI/AAAAAAAABv0/VVUJB0kifto/s1600/DSC06036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535555008863411842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI987HwHoI/AAAAAAAABv0/VVUJB0kifto/s320/DSC06036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI98XZi4ZI/AAAAAAAABvs/GhKL-7zbB2o/s1600/DSC06031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535554999274365330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI98XZi4ZI/AAAAAAAABvs/GhKL-7zbB2o/s320/DSC06031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josh the dork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI98JUxFWI/AAAAAAAABvk/2vxcotkXIWY/s1600/DSC06024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535554995496228194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI98JUxFWI/AAAAAAAABvk/2vxcotkXIWY/s320/DSC06024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI97tSsPvI/AAAAAAAABvc/jw5n9TEswwQ/s1600/DSC06020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535554987971329778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI97tSsPvI/AAAAAAAABvc/jw5n9TEswwQ/s320/DSC06020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI97Ws-KdI/AAAAAAAABvU/RFe9Z-Ka33A/s1600/DSC06015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535554981907540434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI97Ws-KdI/AAAAAAAABvU/RFe9Z-Ka33A/s320/DSC06015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI8_UGSOpI/AAAAAAAABvM/P11nS-2v69g/s1600/DSC06014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535553950416255634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI8_UGSOpI/AAAAAAAABvM/P11nS-2v69g/s320/DSC06014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI8_L8f_9I/AAAAAAAABvE/8a5red8PJRQ/s1600/DSC06009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535553948227731410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI8_L8f_9I/AAAAAAAABvE/8a5red8PJRQ/s320/DSC06009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI8-9rEytI/AAAAAAAABu8/jN2HFXzssAs/s1600/SDC11100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535553944396548818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI8-9rEytI/AAAAAAAABu8/jN2HFXzssAs/s320/SDC11100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took them to a pumpkin patch that they have by our house every october.  It's a total rip off, but the kids love it.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI8-tKJ5gI/AAAAAAAABu0/fQiFbxuzU3U/s1600/SDC11097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535553939963504130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI8-tKJ5gI/AAAAAAAABu0/fQiFbxuzU3U/s320/SDC11097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a crew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI8-P4fvFI/AAAAAAAABus/b9AmJZejbl4/s1600/SDC11092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535553932104809554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI8-P4fvFI/AAAAAAAABus/b9AmJZejbl4/s320/SDC11092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of fun with them.  I hope they didn't go home too traumatized.  Kylee had Eliza's face scratched up 5 minutes after they got to our house.  Justin burned his leg on my curling iron.  Erin was really hot the whole time and Josh got stuck watching all the kids while we went shopping.  We are so glad that they came!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-7645091977319893764?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7645091977319893764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=7645091977319893764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/7645091977319893764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/7645091977319893764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/josh-and-erin-visit.html' title='Josh and Erin visit!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNI-nkpbB3I/AAAAAAAABwE/YvzgplhgRzo/s72-c/DSC06035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-164761817970927037</id><published>2010-11-03T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T16:11:35.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHnT3uAzxI/AAAAAAAABuk/R2dIEIySDnM/s1600/SDC10928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535459745575522066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHnT3uAzxI/AAAAAAAABuk/R2dIEIySDnM/s320/SDC10928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first night we were there we ate at a yummy french bistro restaurant. (i'm not sure why the pics are all bunched up here???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHnTnaRtpI/AAAAAAAABuc/cKQuHOiXPoc/s1600/SDC10995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535459741197776530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHnTnaRtpI/AAAAAAAABuc/cKQuHOiXPoc/s320/SDC10995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHnTEgmvdI/AAAAAAAABuU/lC17hUmN9Ys/s1600/SDC10936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535459731829079506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHnTEgmvdI/AAAAAAAABuU/lC17hUmN9Ys/s320/SDC10936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Hancock bldg. We went to the top and saw the whole city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the water tower &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHnSwpP1ZI/AAAAAAAABuM/nugHWZkJLcc/s1600/SDC10932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535459726496617874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHnSwpP1ZI/AAAAAAAABuM/nugHWZkJLcc/s320/SDC10932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHnSs29RAI/AAAAAAAABuE/aTKA6z9wLi8/s1600/SDC10935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535459725480379394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHnSs29RAI/AAAAAAAABuE/aTKA6z9wLi8/s320/SDC10935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; This is what the neighborhoods looked like and the other picture is a church right in the city.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535458263665750146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHl9nLMMII/AAAAAAAABt8/i4oBpUI9wpU/s320/SDC10938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHl9CDmVmI/AAAAAAAABt0/xqxI4Zo-hlw/s1600/SDC10955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535458253701797474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHl9CDmVmI/AAAAAAAABt0/xqxI4Zo-hlw/s320/SDC10955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating at an italian restaurant.  As you will see we did a lot of eating and all the food was very yummy!  I probably would have gained 10 lbs. but we walked so much that it must have counter balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHl8wRxjzI/AAAAAAAABts/EJQHj2z1oXA/s1600/SDC10959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535458248929414962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHl8wRxjzI/AAAAAAAABts/EJQHj2z1oXA/s320/SDC10959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The city from the top of the Hancock bldg.  It was really cool, but our camera didn't capture it very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHl8Z5E9hI/AAAAAAAABtk/1Ga4KK1mS4M/s1600/SDC10967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535458242920248850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHl8Z5E9hI/AAAAAAAABtk/1Ga4KK1mS4M/s320/SDC10967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben being a dork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHl8K_cMuI/AAAAAAAABtc/kGBp7dX7j_s/s1600/SDC10976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535458238920405730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHl8K_cMuI/AAAAAAAABtc/kGBp7dX7j_s/s320/SDC10976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam slept in the tub in our hotel room.  It worked great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHkrsqotsI/AAAAAAAABtU/JAHHpqQ2LzE/s1600/SDC10991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535456856390547138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHkrsqotsI/AAAAAAAABtU/JAHHpqQ2LzE/s320/SDC10991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHkrfpxKVI/AAAAAAAABtM/C2fcZqCFJe8/s1600/SDC11000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535456852897245522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHkrfpxKVI/AAAAAAAABtM/C2fcZqCFJe8/s320/SDC11000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken at Navy Pier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHkqUIQrPI/AAAAAAAABtE/Awd5r1RjPIY/s1600/SDC11001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535456832624045298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHkqUIQrPI/AAAAAAAABtE/Awd5r1RjPIY/s320/SDC11001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View of the city from Navy Pier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHkqFGb0KI/AAAAAAAABs8/ccq4VveNuj0/s1600/SDC11009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535456828589854882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHkqFGb0KI/AAAAAAAABs8/ccq4VveNuj0/s320/SDC11009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lake Michigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHkpmsaYBI/AAAAAAAABs0/g8hDWsFs_5U/s1600/SDC11017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535456820427644946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHkpmsaYBI/AAAAAAAABs0/g8hDWsFs_5U/s320/SDC11017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken just before we got on a boat to do a river cruise through the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHjL1fH8KI/AAAAAAAABss/7O6nECyZhWA/s1600/SDC11033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535455209490739362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHjL1fH8KI/AAAAAAAABss/7O6nECyZhWA/s320/SDC11033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben took Adam to the lower deck of the boat because it was getting hot. Luckily I went down about 5 minutes later because Adam had the worst blow out of his life right after I took this picture.  It was running down his leg and up his back.  Good thing I was prepared with extra outfits.  I don't know if it was all the food I was eating, but he had a blow out almost every day we were there.  He was such a trooper though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHjKBEgJUI/AAAAAAAABsk/Y6eqZyo0M9U/s1600/SDC11034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535455178240566594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHjKBEgJUI/AAAAAAAABsk/Y6eqZyo0M9U/s320/SDC11034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam just after the blow out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHjJwQP6gI/AAAAAAAABsc/fv2mRdC3WDs/s1600/SDC11035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535455173726431746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHjJwQP6gI/AAAAAAAABsc/fv2mRdC3WDs/s320/SDC11035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more of the city.  this place went on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHjJSqyVjI/AAAAAAAABsU/wHLS_TbUOXY/s1600/SDC11046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535455165784675890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHjJSqyVjI/AAAAAAAABsU/wHLS_TbUOXY/s320/SDC11046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just before we got off the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHjI9oGqLI/AAAAAAAABsM/wcF5xIOVY5c/s1600/SDC11053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535455160136280242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHjI9oGqLI/AAAAAAAABsM/wcF5xIOVY5c/s320/SDC11053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chicago style deep dish pizza is the best pizza i've ever had. I have been craving it since we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHh5ZzRscI/AAAAAAAABsE/tWFKYRN_fgk/s1600/SDC11058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535453793309798850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHh5ZzRscI/AAAAAAAABsE/tWFKYRN_fgk/s320/SDC11058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is some weird bean looking thing in the middle of millenium park and we took a pic of our reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHh497Y2eI/AAAAAAAABr8/WxgnpFeHxFo/s1600/SDC11063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535453785827629538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHh497Y2eI/AAAAAAAABr8/WxgnpFeHxFo/s320/SDC11063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grant park.  It was very pretty with all the leaves changing colors and falling everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHh31uXiEI/AAAAAAAABr0/WP7LzAqksB0/s1600/SDC11071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535453766445664322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHh31uXiEI/AAAAAAAABr0/WP7LzAqksB0/s320/SDC11071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lincoln park zoo! It was a full on zoo and it was free.  I was wishing Zac and Kylee were with us when we went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHh3sZTktI/AAAAAAAABrs/F7rHQSBLVrQ/s1600/SDC11075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535453763941405394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHh3sZTktI/AAAAAAAABrs/F7rHQSBLVrQ/s320/SDC11075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; walking down old town chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHh3FT_GZI/AAAAAAAABrk/DTvRresjca8/s1600/SDC11089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535453753450109330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHh3FT_GZI/AAAAAAAABrk/DTvRresjca8/s320/SDC11089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ate at the best indian restaurant just before we flew home.  We ate so much food I thought I was going to be sick, but it was soooo good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a lot of fun in Chicago.  I spent the first 2 days doing lots of shopping on the Miracle Mile shops while Ben worked.  Then we spent the rest of the time walking, touring around the city, eating lots of food, more walking.  We even ended up in the ghetto for a minute which was kinda scary.  Chicago was a cool city, but too busy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-164761817970927037?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/164761817970927037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=164761817970927037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/164761817970927037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/164761817970927037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/chicago.html' title='Chicago!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TNHnT3uAzxI/AAAAAAAABuk/R2dIEIySDnM/s72-c/SDC10928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-4566106644292935262</id><published>2010-09-28T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:41:58.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zac turns 5!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLNLL_REcI/AAAAAAAABrU/H-ISrR5X3-c/s1600/DSC05955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522201685190054338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLNLL_REcI/AAAAAAAABrU/H-ISrR5X3-c/s320/DSC05955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac wanted to have an alien party this year and it was pretty wild.  He invited 8 kids (Talen, Aiden, Andrew, Olivia, Tanner, James, Collin and Gavin), so counting him and Kylee we had 10 kids 5 and under at out house for 2 and a half hours.  I was pretty worn out by the end, but Zac had a great time so it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLNK7ELncI/AAAAAAAABrM/zNmMT_oV3ng/s1600/DSC05945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522201680647265730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLNK7ELncI/AAAAAAAABrM/zNmMT_oV3ng/s320/DSC05945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the kids made their own alien masks and UFO's to fly.  They had to hunt for glow in the dark aliens to fly their UFO's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLM0MnHaSI/AAAAAAAABrE/Mb0Rree_x5o/s1600/DSC05950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522201290220202274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLM0MnHaSI/AAAAAAAABrE/Mb0Rree_x5o/s320/DSC05950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLMzxDqutI/AAAAAAAABq8/2_MOcSOUrto/s1600/DSC05953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522201282823764690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLMzxDqutI/AAAAAAAABq8/2_MOcSOUrto/s320/DSC05953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLMzKkcUgI/AAAAAAAABq0/bdVSdCorh98/s1600/SDC10877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522201272492249602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLMzKkcUgI/AAAAAAAABq0/bdVSdCorh98/s320/SDC10877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teri might kill me for posting this picture, but I think she looks SO cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLMyza5abI/AAAAAAAABqs/GmwlFml4Hgo/s1600/SDC10844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522201266278197682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLMyza5abI/AAAAAAAABqs/GmwlFml4Hgo/s320/SDC10844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready for a water balloon fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLMyR16WyI/AAAAAAAABqk/ts6SETcOEB8/s1600/SDC10848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522201257264700194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLMyR16WyI/AAAAAAAABqk/ts6SETcOEB8/s320/SDC10848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLLQqhITZI/AAAAAAAABqc/qC-K5WzJ-Tk/s1600/SDC10894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522199580261240210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLLQqhITZI/AAAAAAAABqc/qC-K5WzJ-Tk/s320/SDC10894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom took Kylee and Olivia to Walgreens during part of the party and bought them lipstick and nailpolish.  Kylee had a little melt down during the party so nanny came to the rescue and got her out of there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLLQCMl9yI/AAAAAAAABqU/-jCDSiinQPk/s1600/SDC10855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522199569437685538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLLQCMl9yI/AAAAAAAABqU/-jCDSiinQPk/s320/SDC10855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was quite proud of my UFO cake and alien cupcakes.  Thanks for helping mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLLPwevDEI/AAAAAAAABqM/6rc_4Rbu8uo/s1600/SDC10860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522199564681940034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLLPwevDEI/AAAAAAAABqM/6rc_4Rbu8uo/s320/SDC10860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What planet do these aliens come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLLPcnJj7I/AAAAAAAABqE/8OXd7JDsbAQ/s1600/SDC10864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522199559348522930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLLPcnJj7I/AAAAAAAABqE/8OXd7JDsbAQ/s320/SDC10864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac's favorite part was opening presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLLPFzTwJI/AAAAAAAABp8/1E4nB4kxMaU/s1600/SDC10870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522199553225506962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLLPFzTwJI/AAAAAAAABp8/1E4nB4kxMaU/s320/SDC10870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blowing out his candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLJXhg_9YI/AAAAAAAABp0/6FIz20dUjEw/s1600/SDC10880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522197499080603010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLJXhg_9YI/AAAAAAAABp0/6FIz20dUjEw/s320/SDC10880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLJXTLf2GI/AAAAAAAABps/Rs3oJgSjHiU/s1600/SDC10882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522197495232321634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLJXTLf2GI/AAAAAAAABps/Rs3oJgSjHiU/s320/SDC10882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee smeared frosting on my face so I would look like her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLJW_6C3GI/AAAAAAAABpk/o3obUW3JT4s/s1600/SDC10885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522197490058845282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLJW_6C3GI/AAAAAAAABpk/o3obUW3JT4s/s320/SDC10885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dirty, dirty kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLJWhyzeyI/AAAAAAAABpc/nARRkSNU3a8/s1600/SDC10892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522197481975413538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLJWhyzeyI/AAAAAAAABpc/nARRkSNU3a8/s320/SDC10892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLJWOoOaOI/AAAAAAAABpU/LYe4NG9WBIc/s1600/SDC10896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522197476830767330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLJWOoOaOI/AAAAAAAABpU/LYe4NG9WBIc/s320/SDC10896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad's birthday is the day before Zac's, so him and Jared came down to celebrate.  We went to the Cheesecake Factory and ate way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLHm3ysFgI/AAAAAAAABpM/c2oYTiQ-uNw/s1600/SDC10902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522195563735160322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLHm3ysFgI/AAAAAAAABpM/c2oYTiQ-uNw/s320/SDC10902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture made me laugh forever.  Ben looks awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLHmUKaRbI/AAAAAAAABpE/UoQTNL7FvWg/s1600/SDC10903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522195554170979762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLHmUKaRbI/AAAAAAAABpE/UoQTNL7FvWg/s320/SDC10903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riding the Carrousel at the District&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLHmPzF1OI/AAAAAAAABo8/LjspYwjLPRA/s1600/SDC10905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522195552999429346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLHmPzF1OI/AAAAAAAABo8/LjspYwjLPRA/s320/SDC10905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLHl4lwI0I/AAAAAAAABo0/PixWuv31TfE/s1600/SDC10912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522195546769466178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLHl4lwI0I/AAAAAAAABo0/PixWuv31TfE/s320/SDC10912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLHlQdKQgI/AAAAAAAABos/wPFpfMVersM/s1600/SDC10915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522195535996011010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLHlQdKQgI/AAAAAAAABos/wPFpfMVersM/s320/SDC10915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac got some new pj's along with a million other toys.  I'm pretty sure he is too spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-4566106644292935262?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4566106644292935262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=4566106644292935262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/4566106644292935262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/4566106644292935262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/zac-turns-5.html' title='Zac turns 5!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLNLL_REcI/AAAAAAAABrU/H-ISrR5X3-c/s72-c/DSC05955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-3425723151189437850</id><published>2010-09-28T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:53:49.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Stacey and her family in St. George</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLEKJ2mxVI/AAAAAAAABok/5agjCLHKNe4/s1600/SDC10826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522191771832337746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLEKJ2mxVI/AAAAAAAABok/5agjCLHKNe4/s320/SDC10826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stacey and Cameron came to St. George, so I went up to see them.  It was so much fun spending lots of time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLEJ6DqlAI/AAAAAAAABoc/RKfE0qR2tZQ/s1600/SDC10823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522191767592145922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLEJ6DqlAI/AAAAAAAABoc/RKfE0qR2tZQ/s320/SDC10823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our babies are just a few weeks apart.  Aren't they cute in their twinner outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLEJdwjxBI/AAAAAAAABoU/66Niof8fNKQ/s1600/SDC10837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522191759995814930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLEJdwjxBI/AAAAAAAABoU/66Niof8fNKQ/s320/SDC10837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cameron, Caden, Kylee, Jared and Zac in the hot tub at my parents house in St. George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLEJKM39PI/AAAAAAAABoM/ws3c46-Pxyo/s1600/SDC10801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522191754745869554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLEJKM39PI/AAAAAAAABoM/ws3c46-Pxyo/s320/SDC10801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caden and Zac are about a month apart.  It will be fun having more little boys the same age again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLDAn10VgI/AAAAAAAABoE/B-WkHH6aFpU/s1600/SDC10800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522190508571776514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLDAn10VgI/AAAAAAAABoE/B-WkHH6aFpU/s320/SDC10800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam loves the water.  I'm probably going to have another fish on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLDAFk9hTI/AAAAAAAABn8/YU4edZgIKIs/s1600/SDC10794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522190499374269746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLDAFk9hTI/AAAAAAAABn8/YU4edZgIKIs/s320/SDC10794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad has figured out the best position for getting Adam to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLC_DDahZI/AAAAAAAABn0/tR7mTL3CdiY/s1600/SDC10787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522190481516823954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLC_DDahZI/AAAAAAAABn0/tR7mTL3CdiY/s320/SDC10787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took the kids to Pirates island.  It was a lot of fun and the perfect place for a lot of kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLC-Nui5GI/AAAAAAAABns/UQjQMQd13rE/s1600/SDC10793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522190467202212962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLC-Nui5GI/AAAAAAAABns/UQjQMQd13rE/s320/SDC10793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee decided to run on the skiball machine instead of throwing the balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLC9Y4KqKI/AAAAAAAABnk/cZLawMd3XFc/s1600/SDC10784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522190453015488674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLC9Y4KqKI/AAAAAAAABnk/cZLawMd3XFc/s320/SDC10784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stacey with one of her twins.  I still forget which one is Collin and which one is Caleb.  Sorry Stac! I'm so glad that I got to go up and see her.  I wish we lived closer to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-3425723151189437850?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3425723151189437850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=3425723151189437850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/3425723151189437850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/3425723151189437850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/seeing-stacey-and-her-family-in-st.html' title='Seeing Stacey and her family in St. George'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKLEKJ2mxVI/AAAAAAAABok/5agjCLHKNe4/s72-c/SDC10826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-4016064386999115205</id><published>2010-09-28T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:33:52.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things my kids love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKK_GgMaQKI/AAAAAAAABnc/5wG5OtWfj8M/s1600/SDC10783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522186211551756450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKK_GgMaQKI/AAAAAAAABnc/5wG5OtWfj8M/s320/SDC10783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee's favorite thing in the whole world is pink lipstick and pink lipgloss.  She used to go into my makeup bag every day and put pounds of my lipstick on all over her mouth.  She has done it so much that now she puts it on perfectly.  After she broke a few of my lipsticks I decided to get her her own.  She is such a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKK_GB28TpI/AAAAAAAABnU/sI3U0LesKaY/s1600/SDC10782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522186203408649874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKK_GB28TpI/AAAAAAAABnU/sI3U0LesKaY/s320/SDC10782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam is one of the smiliest babies i've ever seen.  He is so happy and sweet.  I want him to stay like this forever.  This picture is him in Kylee's car seat and it makes him look so old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKK_FVMjyNI/AAAAAAAABnM/q5yRzNbx2t4/s1600/SDC10763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522186191419721938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKK_FVMjyNI/AAAAAAAABnM/q5yRzNbx2t4/s320/SDC10763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac's favorite thing to do is draw.  He draws aliens, robots, monsters and anything to do with those kinds of things.  We have a whole cupboard in our kitchen designated to Zac's crafts and drawings and I have to discard piles of papers monthly otherwise our whole house would be over run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKK_Ev-nP7I/AAAAAAAABnE/BggcaqVxXN0/s1600/SDC10761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522186181429116850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKK_Ev-nP7I/AAAAAAAABnE/BggcaqVxXN0/s320/SDC10761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee might be a fiesty one, but she really loves her little brother and is such a good little "mom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKK98XIghCI/AAAAAAAABm8/e6q5ajY8UTk/s1600/SDC10756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522184937809151010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKK98XIghCI/AAAAAAAABm8/e6q5ajY8UTk/s320/SDC10756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee is eating chocolate pie, but I think she loved playing in it as much as she did eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKK974OyTDI/AAAAAAAABm0/lHnXSVIXg4Q/s1600/SDC10741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522184929513983026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKK974OyTDI/AAAAAAAABm0/lHnXSVIXg4Q/s320/SDC10741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac loves to build things.  This masterpiece is a fort we built with about 20 blankets.  This is how it looked the first day.  He kept adding to it for a few days until I finally made him take it down, so we could have somewhere to sit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKK97fPt1VI/AAAAAAAABms/CUl34sfzsmI/s1600/SDC10751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522184922806998354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKK97fPt1VI/AAAAAAAABms/CUl34sfzsmI/s320/SDC10751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac also loves to swim and he thinks it's pretty fun to take his little brother into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKK97CCpNQI/AAAAAAAABmk/jZZjRfHzpYw/s1600/SDC10744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522184914967540994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKK97CCpNQI/AAAAAAAABmk/jZZjRfHzpYw/s320/SDC10744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We tried out the bumbo chair, but I don't think he likes it quite yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKK964wzwHI/AAAAAAAABmc/Nl2I_mByV2A/s1600/SDC10734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522184912476815474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKK964wzwHI/AAAAAAAABmc/Nl2I_mByV2A/s320/SDC10734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam's first tie.  What a stallion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-4016064386999115205?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4016064386999115205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=4016064386999115205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/4016064386999115205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/4016064386999115205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-my-kids-love.html' title='Things my kids love!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TKK_GgMaQKI/AAAAAAAABnc/5wG5OtWfj8M/s72-c/SDC10783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-6776078761139316392</id><published>2010-08-29T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T18:54:49.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon Coast, Redwoods and Lake Tahoe!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrkk-2YvzI/AAAAAAAABmM/SrhucZplZOc/s1600/SDC10512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510968418038759218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrkk-2YvzI/AAAAAAAABmM/SrhucZplZOc/s320/SDC10512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hiking at the Redwoods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrkkJ5dA0I/AAAAAAAABmE/wad-Muw6gN8/s1600/SDC10514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510968403824542530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrkkJ5dA0I/AAAAAAAABmE/wad-Muw6gN8/s320/SDC10514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee and Zac touching their first redwood tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrkJTtlP7I/AAAAAAAABl8/8xzT9asJT0A/s1600/SDC10516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510967942602637234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrkJTtlP7I/AAAAAAAABl8/8xzT9asJT0A/s320/SDC10516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrkIccHPwI/AAAAAAAABl0/CJDCO69bwMo/s1600/SDC10518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510967927765417730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrkIccHPwI/AAAAAAAABl0/CJDCO69bwMo/s320/SDC10518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrkH1UAf2I/AAAAAAAABls/udec0L_tB5g/s1600/SDC10524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510967917262438242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrkH1UAf2I/AAAAAAAABls/udec0L_tB5g/s320/SDC10524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac's favorite part about the redwoods was the huge slug that he found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrkG3jrBAI/AAAAAAAABlk/Yksps4yg7J4/s1600/SDC10525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510967900685140994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrkG3jrBAI/AAAAAAAABlk/Yksps4yg7J4/s320/SDC10525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crossing a little bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrkGd8HLoI/AAAAAAAABlc/P-y0XfoepYo/s1600/SDC10527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510967893808328322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrkGd8HLoI/AAAAAAAABlc/P-y0XfoepYo/s320/SDC10527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrjCUd1h_I/AAAAAAAABlU/gQZ_xyfo8ho/s1600/SDC10528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510966723034318834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrjCUd1h_I/AAAAAAAABlU/gQZ_xyfo8ho/s320/SDC10528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stopped at this aquarium in Newport and the kids had a blast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrjBsSk0DI/AAAAAAAABlM/-VpOgDpZc-8/s1600/SDC10535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510966712249667634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrjBsSk0DI/AAAAAAAABlM/-VpOgDpZc-8/s320/SDC10535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were all kinds of fish, starfish and jellyfish to see.  They also have an octopus that you can touch, but it had died a week before we got there, so we were kinda bummed about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrjA_L6cLI/AAAAAAAABlE/huDc9pDEzhw/s1600/SDC10531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510966700142129330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrjA_L6cLI/AAAAAAAABlE/huDc9pDEzhw/s320/SDC10531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THri_Qh2YaI/AAAAAAAABk8/hfezyiNTcro/s1600/SDC10532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510966670437802402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THri_Qh2YaI/AAAAAAAABk8/hfezyiNTcro/s320/SDC10532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a starfish back inside this cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THri-qLhq7I/AAAAAAAABk0/pnkgrMQcOoE/s1600/SDC10537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510966660143623090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THri-qLhq7I/AAAAAAAABk0/pnkgrMQcOoE/s320/SDC10537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were tidepools full of sea anemone, sea cucumbers, coral and other stuff that the kids could touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrhh3yCdXI/AAAAAAAABks/iO_5BWTqqS8/s1600/SDC10541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510965066066982258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrhh3yCdXI/AAAAAAAABks/iO_5BWTqqS8/s320/SDC10541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrhhaPXQOI/AAAAAAAABkk/HbKEMCbnfVU/s1600/SDC10543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510965058136916194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrhhaPXQOI/AAAAAAAABkk/HbKEMCbnfVU/s320/SDC10543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This chair thing was in our cabin at the coast.  Ben is such a dork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrhgjytHHI/AAAAAAAABkc/6LX2yoU_pbk/s1600/SDC10545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510965043521199218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrhgjytHHI/AAAAAAAABkc/6LX2yoU_pbk/s320/SDC10545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had been driving for 3 days and when we got to our cabin Kylee had just fallen asleep in the car.  We put her in her bed and slept for a few more hours.  Ben woke her up at 6 and I was nursing the baby, so I kept telling her to come upstairs, but she never did.  When I finished nursing this is how I found her.  She must have been pretty work out because she slept on the floor for another hour.  Ofcoarse getting her to go to bed that night was not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrhf8EERTI/AAAAAAAABkU/JMpi76x2HW4/s1600/SDC10550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510965032856601906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrhf8EERTI/AAAAAAAABkU/JMpi76x2HW4/s320/SDC10550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a cutie pie.  My little tiny newborn isn't too little anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrhfYES5yI/AAAAAAAABkM/zTPmVyAa-VQ/s1600/SDC10551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510965023193884450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrhfYES5yI/AAAAAAAABkM/zTPmVyAa-VQ/s320/SDC10551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We shared a cabin with Josh and Erin and their kids.  Kylee and Eliza were very excited to see each other.  They played good together one minute and the next minute they were hitting and scratching each other.  They both had scratch marks all over their faces.  Kylee is pretty fiesty, so it's good Eliza can hold her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrgfvakh0I/AAAAAAAABkE/70r8wLihyRw/s1600/SDC10554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510963929949701954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrgfvakh0I/AAAAAAAABkE/70r8wLihyRw/s320/SDC10554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The famous Tillamook Cheese Factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrgfKPt3TI/AAAAAAAABj8/dkqoagur99g/s1600/SDC10559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510963919972064562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrgfKPt3TI/AAAAAAAABj8/dkqoagur99g/s320/SDC10559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most of the cousins in their cousin club shirts eating tillamook icecream.  I really wish they sold their ice cream and yogurt around here.  It is soooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrgep2tFLI/AAAAAAAABj0/wfTSQEl2oQA/s1600/SDC10563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510963911277221042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrgep2tFLI/AAAAAAAABj0/wfTSQEl2oQA/s320/SDC10563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac and Luke thought it was pretty good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrgd0jtZlI/AAAAAAAABjs/lGCDFxtetTA/s1600/SDC10564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510963896970470994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrgd0jtZlI/AAAAAAAABjs/lGCDFxtetTA/s320/SDC10564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac played at the beach everyday for hours with Luke.  It was nice having someone for him to play with.  You wouldn't believe the amounts of sand this kid got all over his clothes and hair... It probably didn't help that choncho poured sand on everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrgdQ71sMI/AAAAAAAABjk/2ysnatbn7PM/s1600/SDC10569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510963887408001218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrgdQ71sMI/AAAAAAAABjk/2ysnatbn7PM/s320/SDC10569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee loved the sand too, but her favorite thing to do at the beach was to run out into the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrfko0e5UI/AAAAAAAABjc/u4pDeCA38yU/s1600/SDC10571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510962914567054658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrfko0e5UI/AAAAAAAABjc/u4pDeCA38yU/s320/SDC10571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrfj-p-7YI/AAAAAAAABjU/CzUb3dfRmQU/s1600/SDC10575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510962903248727426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrfj-p-7YI/AAAAAAAABjU/CzUb3dfRmQU/s320/SDC10575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee, Ben and Eliza playing in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrfjQH56cI/AAAAAAAABjM/GsdaJeYzqTk/s1600/SDC10576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510962890757761474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrfjQH56cI/AAAAAAAABjM/GsdaJeYzqTk/s320/SDC10576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Choncho is getting in on this action.  Kylee is soaking wet because she fell while running away from the waves.  It didn't stop her though; she kept going back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrfi6VdBII/AAAAAAAABjE/IPCdWR6UfaE/s1600/SDC10577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510962884909008002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrfi6VdBII/AAAAAAAABjE/IPCdWR6UfaE/s320/SDC10577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrfib6O1lI/AAAAAAAABi8/sR61FGhOPV4/s1600/SDC10578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510962876741768786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrfib6O1lI/AAAAAAAABi8/sR61FGhOPV4/s320/SDC10578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erin got Eliza and Kylee twinner pj's and they were realy cute! Thanks Erin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrefwZylbI/AAAAAAAABi0/P9t1nge0-yQ/s1600/SDC10582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510961731191608754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrefwZylbI/AAAAAAAABi0/P9t1nge0-yQ/s320/SDC10582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam is probably wondering who that crazy person laying next to him is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrefUtUdrI/AAAAAAAABis/R_479AdSVLs/s1600/SDC10585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510961723757328050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrefUtUdrI/AAAAAAAABis/R_479AdSVLs/s320/SDC10585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing at Haystack Rock and the Sand dunes.  I didn't get any pictures of Ben and Zac and all the rest of the cousins running down the sand hill because Ben had my camera.  Me, Kylee and Eliza only made it about 1/4 the way up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THree7o-RII/AAAAAAAABik/EqKuo_WBI9M/s1600/SDC10583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510961717028209794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THree7o-RII/AAAAAAAABik/EqKuo_WBI9M/s320/SDC10583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THreef2hLxI/AAAAAAAABic/Bwmj-MUgVPg/s1600/SDC10586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510961709568831250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THreef2hLxI/AAAAAAAABic/Bwmj-MUgVPg/s320/SDC10586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben had to carry Zac across all these rocks so he could get to where the starfish were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THred5Xc5PI/AAAAAAAABiU/K1zjpuL0eGs/s1600/SDC10589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510961699237979378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THred5Xc5PI/AAAAAAAABiU/K1zjpuL0eGs/s320/SDC10589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrdjGRLGaI/AAAAAAAABiM/uhOq2MkayAM/s1600/SDC10591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510960689089026466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrdjGRLGaI/AAAAAAAABiM/uhOq2MkayAM/s320/SDC10591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyla is the same age as Kylee and Eliza and she is such a sweetie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrdiqsn39I/AAAAAAAABiE/RwyPWAwFGks/s1600/SDC10592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510960681687965650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrdiqsn39I/AAAAAAAABiE/RwyPWAwFGks/s320/SDC10592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac really wishes he could take a starfish home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrdiDtebSI/AAAAAAAABh8/JIMQ3DGla9c/s1600/SDC10593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510960671222557986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrdiDtebSI/AAAAAAAABh8/JIMQ3DGla9c/s320/SDC10593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I laid Adam down on this chair for a sec while I was doing something and the next thing I know he is totally tanked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrdhi-4z8I/AAAAAAAABh0/Ya7NLU8Uluc/s1600/SDC10596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510960662437220290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrdhi-4z8I/AAAAAAAABh0/Ya7NLU8Uluc/s320/SDC10596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee had fun playing with her older cousin Josh Fernandez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrdg6B53sI/AAAAAAAABhs/u_Wh752tPlw/s1600/SDC10598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510960651444018882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrdg6B53sI/AAAAAAAABhs/u_Wh752tPlw/s320/SDC10598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing ring-around-the-rosies out by the camp fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrcRkZqnBI/AAAAAAAABhk/4qNi5G7E1yY/s1600/SDC10600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510959288428436498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrcRkZqnBI/AAAAAAAABhk/4qNi5G7E1yY/s320/SDC10600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Dave caught a lot of crab this year.  We didn't go with to catch it, but the kids got in the boat after with their cousin Carl and looked at the crab.  We also got to eat some after it was all cleaned and cooked.  It was yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrcRGd5vsI/AAAAAAAABhc/hJki-EiB2y0/s1600/SDC10602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510959280393141954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrcRGd5vsI/AAAAAAAABhc/hJki-EiB2y0/s320/SDC10602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrcQoW9rtI/AAAAAAAABhU/Mi5PnCJnyP8/s1600/SDC10603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510959272310976210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrcQoW9rtI/AAAAAAAABhU/Mi5PnCJnyP8/s320/SDC10603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben caught little rock crabs for them to hold.  Zac remembered doing this when were there 2 years ago and he couldn't wait to do it again.  There weren't nearly as many little crab this year though, but all Zac needed was one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrcP1XPXJI/AAAAAAAABhM/MPrwLL69Ktc/s1600/SDC10609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510959258621926546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrcP1XPXJI/AAAAAAAABhM/MPrwLL69Ktc/s320/SDC10609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam was so good on the whole vacation.  He never cried and pretty much slept most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrcPFhKZrI/AAAAAAAABhE/Jhx8isfEie8/s1600/SDC10611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510959245778642610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrcPFhKZrI/AAAAAAAABhE/Jhx8isfEie8/s320/SDC10611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The famous octopus tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THra6JoYTbI/AAAAAAAABg8/6u3FiGt48Dg/s1600/SDC10614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510957786593775026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THra6JoYTbI/AAAAAAAABg8/6u3FiGt48Dg/s320/SDC10614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We played "war games" and split into 3 teams.  Zac and I were on the same team and he had so much fun.  Kylee was a little upset she had to stay back with the other little kids, but she got over it.  We had to find all these different clues which led us to a flag; we had to collect 6 flags and bring them back to our home base and if we got touched on the back by someone on another team we were put in jail until one of our own team members let us out. Our team ended up winning and most of us never got put in jail because we stayed together in a big group (and we didn't cheat like the other teams haha!).  Grandma Diane made us crepes for winning.  Zac was happy about that because he loves grandma's crepes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THra5SByrdI/AAAAAAAABg0/n8KFsXDe_Sw/s1600/SDC10615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510957771667975634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THra5SByrdI/AAAAAAAABg0/n8KFsXDe_Sw/s320/SDC10615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THra4zoNWbI/AAAAAAAABgs/ynqfZyYBINc/s1600/SDC10616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510957763507607986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THra4zoNWbI/AAAAAAAABgs/ynqfZyYBINc/s320/SDC10616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THra4LfmObI/AAAAAAAABgk/87tEnawvE8g/s1600/SDC10617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510957752734071218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THra4LfmObI/AAAAAAAABgk/87tEnawvE8g/s320/SDC10617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee playing in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THra3gkRhNI/AAAAAAAABgc/J_kWyaMhD98/s1600/SDC10623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510957741210961106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THra3gkRhNI/AAAAAAAABgc/J_kWyaMhD98/s320/SDC10623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac roasted about 5o marshmellows.  Even when I told him he couldn't eat anymore he kept roasting them for other people.  Im sure Kylee ate about 50 marshmellows herself.  She didn't eat one descent meal on our whole trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrZz-BIxmI/AAAAAAAABgU/oB6DkEgu65E/s1600/SDC10625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510956580885546594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrZz-BIxmI/AAAAAAAABgU/oB6DkEgu65E/s320/SDC10625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It got pretty chilli at night, so I had to bundle little Adam up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrZzEuyojI/AAAAAAAABgM/gF1WiQo5rpU/s1600/SDC10626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510956565507777074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrZzEuyojI/AAAAAAAABgM/gF1WiQo5rpU/s320/SDC10626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee didn't want to play with Riley until I told her that their names rhymed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrZylr2yrI/AAAAAAAABgE/KxREP_Cngl8/s1600/SDC10627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510956557173967538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrZylr2yrI/AAAAAAAABgE/KxREP_Cngl8/s320/SDC10627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took our kids and Luke on a hike at Munson Falls.  It's perfect for kids becasue it's short and it is so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrZyZXY9UI/AAAAAAAABf8/txeKKvVU7qA/s1600/SDC10628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510956553866900802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrZyZXY9UI/AAAAAAAABf8/txeKKvVU7qA/s320/SDC10628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrZx0o062I/AAAAAAAABf0/cCS4wJQn2sU/s1600/SDC10632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510956544007924578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrZx0o062I/AAAAAAAABf0/cCS4wJQn2sU/s320/SDC10632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrYzJ1JH-I/AAAAAAAABfs/e2s2R_bQlJk/s1600/SDC10639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510955467364966370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrYzJ1JH-I/AAAAAAAABfs/e2s2R_bQlJk/s320/SDC10639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrYy5opoOI/AAAAAAAABfk/AflYS_NKbow/s1600/SDC10640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510955463017603298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrYy5opoOI/AAAAAAAABfk/AflYS_NKbow/s320/SDC10640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac didn't even care about the waterfall.  He just wanted to look for tadpoles in the stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrYyKT3J4I/AAAAAAAABfc/d79uZ-jhI5w/s1600/SDC10649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510955450313942914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrYyKT3J4I/AAAAAAAABfc/d79uZ-jhI5w/s320/SDC10649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way home from the falls we stopped at a fish hatchery and let the kids feed the fish, which were huge.  There was also a little swampy pond and we caught a little tree from, lots of newts and some slugs.  Zac wanted to stay there all day and look for critters.  Kylee was even getting into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrYxfeJ3iI/AAAAAAAABfU/WAhvuaqV6dw/s1600/SDC10656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510955438814387746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrYxfeJ3iI/AAAAAAAABfU/WAhvuaqV6dw/s320/SDC10656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we left the fish hatchery we went to another place to catch crabs.  Kylee fell asleep in the car, so she missed out, but we did see a few crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrYwzlCvkI/AAAAAAAABfM/IwgpHerWwZA/s1600/SDC10659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510955427032120898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrYwzlCvkI/AAAAAAAABfM/IwgpHerWwZA/s320/SDC10659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee and daddy dancing at the family "stomp".  We had a family pot luck, which was kindof a madhouse and then they had a talent show and a dance afterward.  Zac and Kylee both sang a song for the talent show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrXRpZCXoI/AAAAAAAABfE/b0Qmeu203R8/s1600/SDC10666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510953792209837698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrXRpZCXoI/AAAAAAAABfE/b0Qmeu203R8/s320/SDC10666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee sang the "Little Dolly" song that Grandma taught her.  You could hardly hear her becasue she was being pretty shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrXQzu5-GI/AAAAAAAABe8/TKD9AEZcHWM/s1600/SDC10669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510953777806047330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrXQzu5-GI/AAAAAAAABe8/TKD9AEZcHWM/s320/SDC10669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac sang this Frankenstein Halloween song and he wasn't shy about it at all.  He belted it out like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrXQViEcEI/AAAAAAAABe0/mmu8ZLsfjgM/s1600/SDC10678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510953769699143746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrXQViEcEI/AAAAAAAABe0/mmu8ZLsfjgM/s320/SDC10678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Killer family photo.  I'm sad we didn't get any family pictures taken on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrXPWBCZOI/AAAAAAAABes/_DoDmKspL88/s1600/SDC10683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510953752649164002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrXPWBCZOI/AAAAAAAABes/_DoDmKspL88/s320/SDC10683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "cousin-club".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrXO7iqhkI/AAAAAAAABek/ogjUM-u-wUI/s1600/SDC10692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510953745542448706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrXO7iqhkI/AAAAAAAABek/ogjUM-u-wUI/s320/SDC10692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The original Volmer clan. Becky, Amy, Andrea, Diane, Cathy, Mindy, Jenny, Dave, Ben, Carl and Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrWCnHlIrI/AAAAAAAABec/2B7fIuwGUm8/s1600/SDC10694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510952434390082226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrWCnHlIrI/AAAAAAAABec/2B7fIuwGUm8/s320/SDC10694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dork alert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrWB-4DBaI/AAAAAAAABeU/5uSajeDqRqY/s1600/SDC10696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510952423587513762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrWB-4DBaI/AAAAAAAABeU/5uSajeDqRqY/s320/SDC10696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The awesome in-laws.  Raquel, Me, Erin, Mike, John, Graydon and Manuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrWBY6dJEI/AAAAAAAABeM/CUWSn0eR338/s1600/SDC10705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510952413397066818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrWBY6dJEI/AAAAAAAABeM/CUWSn0eR338/s320/SDC10705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lake Tahoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrWA10_tiI/AAAAAAAABeE/sR0PfJqhwcE/s1600/SDC10707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510952403978925602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrWA10_tiI/AAAAAAAABeE/sR0PfJqhwcE/s320/SDC10707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrWAWAhh4I/AAAAAAAABd8/VM_MNxYoeWY/s1600/SDC10710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510952395437344642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/THrWAWAhh4I/AAAAAAAABd8/VM_MNxYoeWY/s320/SDC10710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the Oregan Coast for Ben's family reunion and it was sooooo much fun. We drove, which was an adventure in itself because it's about an 18 hour drive. We split it up into 3 days on the way there and took the long route through the Red Woods and took the scenic drive down the 101 coast for a long time. The kids did pretty well considering the numerous hours on end in the car. Zac watched a lot of movies; Kylee complained a lot and tried pulling the i've got to pee card a hundred times, but she survived and Adam slept like a champ. We were at the coast for a whole week and did lots of fun stuff with all the family. Zac played at the beach for hours on end with his cousin Luke and Kylee played and fought with her cousin Eliza a lot. We took 2 days driving home, which was crazy too because we were all sick (me and Kylee were throwing up and Zac and Ben had fevers and pink eye, luckily Adam didn't get sick at all). The good part to all that was that both Zac and Kylee slept a lot on the way home. We ended up getting to see Lake Tahoe because of my navigational errors, which probably added about 4 hours onto our trip home.  I'm already looking forward to our next oregan coast vacation in 2 years.  If it wasn't so far away we would go there every year for sure.  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We had so much fun seeing her and meeting her family and rollin Kentucky style.  It took us all day to fly there with our lay overs and delays, but Adam was a trooper and we were so excited to get there that we didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdPMktvwuI/AAAAAAAABds/N7MW_Ds7Efk/s1600/SDC10404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505456146916295394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdPMktvwuI/AAAAAAAABds/N7MW_Ds7Efk/s320/SDC10404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Sarah picked us up from the airport she took us to a barbeque place called Calhoun's.  We ate all you can eat ribs and it was yummy.  Her brother Joe came too and I'm sure he thought we were nuts with all our girl talk and picture taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdPMRspsAI/AAAAAAAABdk/p6VA3WXIBKA/s1600/SDC10405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505456141811429378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdPMRspsAI/AAAAAAAABdk/p6VA3WXIBKA/s320/SDC10405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdPMOWVEGI/AAAAAAAABdc/2f18CV7p6Rg/s1600/SDC10406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505456140912496738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdPMOWVEGI/AAAAAAAABdc/2f18CV7p6Rg/s320/SDC10406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdPLrqv1rI/AAAAAAAABdU/5UXskrrlmqs/s1600/SDC10410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505456131602896562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdPLrqv1rI/AAAAAAAABdU/5UXskrrlmqs/s320/SDC10410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah drew a picture when she was little and it ended up being quilted and hung up in the Scottsville library, so she took us to see her claim to fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdORo8D_dI/AAAAAAAABdM/Qqc3eCsW4bw/s1600/SDC10414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505455134437801426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdORo8D_dI/AAAAAAAABdM/Qqc3eCsW4bw/s320/SDC10414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "The Square" which is basically the little main down town part of scottsville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdORV5A2kI/AAAAAAAABdE/fO1wXfSz_qE/s1600/SDC10412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505455129324739138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdORV5A2kI/AAAAAAAABdE/fO1wXfSz_qE/s320/SDC10412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A cute little botique on the square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdOQ9PdOLI/AAAAAAAABc8/gV4etbJ2990/s1600/SDC10416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505455122707986610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdOQ9PdOLI/AAAAAAAABc8/gV4etbJ2990/s320/SDC10416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Amish country and ate the best sandwiches and pie.  We saw Amish people riding around in horse and buggies, but you're not allowed to take pictures of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdOQgD3-6I/AAAAAAAABc0/-4xbcpdaxnc/s1600/SDC10417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505455114874780578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdOQgD3-6I/AAAAAAAABc0/-4xbcpdaxnc/s320/SDC10417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah and Ben sharing their pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdOQKU3mSI/AAAAAAAABcs/mdo6cPxb2KA/s1600/SDC10418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505455109040478498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdOQKU3mSI/AAAAAAAABcs/mdo6cPxb2KA/s320/SDC10418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is outside of Habeggar Amish Market.  Ben is in the buggie climbing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdNFy56EoI/AAAAAAAABck/mRcPvFR4UWw/s1600/SDC10423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505453831443059330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdNFy56EoI/AAAAAAAABck/mRcPvFR4UWw/s320/SDC10423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah cooked us country fried steak and it was delicious.  If you notice a trend, we did a lot of eating.  Kentucky folk like to eat and it's probably because they make such good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdNFW_vhmI/AAAAAAAABcc/wdTghrfZ3pM/s1600/SDC10426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505453823951341154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdNFW_vhmI/AAAAAAAABcc/wdTghrfZ3pM/s320/SDC10426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; William enjoying his pie that we brought home for him.  I wish Zac and him were going to be able to grow up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdNEk20GXI/AAAAAAAABcU/lgFu1Mz7B2g/s1600/SDC10489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505453810492119410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdNEk20GXI/AAAAAAAABcU/lgFu1Mz7B2g/s320/SDC10489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jane was sleeping in her crib and she looked like a little adult.  She opened her eyes just before I got a picture of it.  She is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdNEFI09sI/AAAAAAAABcM/ylp3WFYwaKg/s1600/SDC10430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505453801977738946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdNEFI09sI/AAAAAAAABcM/ylp3WFYwaKg/s320/SDC10430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The small town grocery store.  I thought the grocery store in my home town was kinda small, but this thing is tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdNDjictNI/AAAAAAAABcE/8LcUU6bk8DU/s1600/SDC10432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505453792958395602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdNDjictNI/AAAAAAAABcE/8LcUU6bk8DU/s320/SDC10432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Sarah posing for the beautiful landscape in the background.  It was too dark though, so you can't really see much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdMHbQyljI/AAAAAAAABb8/fKfA3-WX4Aw/s1600/SDC10436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505452759944697394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdMHbQyljI/AAAAAAAABb8/fKfA3-WX4Aw/s320/SDC10436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We watched valentines day on a big projector screen at Sarah's mom's friends house.  It was like being in a movie theater only better because we had comfortable reclining seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdMHGVIRnI/AAAAAAAABb0/PEAYWrq7g6U/s1600/SDC10438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505452754325751410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdMHGVIRnI/AAAAAAAABb0/PEAYWrq7g6U/s320/SDC10438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to bed late every night and got up early every morning (the 2 hour time difference didn't help).  Teri lasted about 30 seconds trying to be a good little saint and read her scriptures before she tanked out.  Teri and I slept in a room together with the baby, so she got to put up with our middle of the night feedings.  I'm still tired from that trip, but it was so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdMG8SlvZI/AAAAAAAABbs/b_zcaDAjdkE/s1600/SDC10441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505452751630744978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdMG8SlvZI/AAAAAAAABbs/b_zcaDAjdkE/s320/SDC10441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little pond is on Sarah's parents property not too far from their house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdMGbQm-xI/AAAAAAAABbk/j4eZuR9lXQE/s1600/SDC10444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505452742764067602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdMGbQm-xI/AAAAAAAABbk/j4eZuR9lXQE/s320/SDC10444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teri and Sarah on the golf cart.  This is how they get around on their 50 acres.  Wouldn't it be nice to have that much space for your kids to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdMF73znzI/AAAAAAAABbc/DHVr9tpgkHA/s1600/SDC10453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505452734338539314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdMF73znzI/AAAAAAAABbc/DHVr9tpgkHA/s320/SDC10453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is also a creek on their property that is down a pretty steep incline.  You have to walk through lots of bushes and trees to get to where you can see it.  Sarah warned us of ticks, but me being the adventurous one talked everyone into going in there.  Well guess what happened; when we got home and checked our clothes mine had the tiniest little ticks you've ever seen all over them.  I had to shower all over again and wash my clothes and I still kept finding little ticks on me.  That is the only downfall with Kentucky.  I think i'm tick free, but if I turn up with lime's disease it will be my own fault because I was fully warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdK9zmZncI/AAAAAAAABbU/lNOheYQhlfU/s1600/SDC10461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505451495167466946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdK9zmZncI/AAAAAAAABbU/lNOheYQhlfU/s320/SDC10461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah's brother Johnny was our designated picture taker on the trip.  He was also my personal muscles because he carried Adam in the car seat everywhere we went.  He is a really nice and thoughtful boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdK9UauTnI/AAAAAAAABbM/yr03F18MMKw/s1600/SDC10462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505451486796992114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdK9UauTnI/AAAAAAAABbM/yr03F18MMKw/s320/SDC10462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating really good ice cream at Chaney's Dairy Barn.  Pretty sure I gained a few pounds on this trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdK9P5XhoI/AAAAAAAABbE/Bly_7vIsJl8/s1600/SDC10463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505451485583345282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdK9P5XhoI/AAAAAAAABbE/Bly_7vIsJl8/s320/SDC10463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdK8smJFPI/AAAAAAAABa8/erY7lMwCJgc/s1600/SDC10465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505451476107465970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdK8smJFPI/AAAAAAAABa8/erY7lMwCJgc/s320/SDC10465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the famous Corvette museum in Bowling Green.  I am such a good poser (haha!).  I had never even heard of the place, but apparently it's big time.  That is where all the Corvettes are made or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdK8Oza1OI/AAAAAAAABa0/nJBaIimYXt0/s1600/SDC10469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505451468110091490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdK8Oza1OI/AAAAAAAABa0/nJBaIimYXt0/s320/SDC10469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a picture of the country roads that Sarah went about 90 miles an hour on, and they are  barely wide enough for 2 cars to fit on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdJLzplvJI/AAAAAAAABas/SLrdZhEGCTo/s1600/SDC10488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505449536675757202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdJLzplvJI/AAAAAAAABas/SLrdZhEGCTo/s320/SDC10488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this was a baptist church.  There are churches all over the place.  Sarah calls it the Bible belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdJLgZi0eI/AAAAAAAABak/HIcKerKw9ro/s1600/SDC10472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505449531508183522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdJLgZi0eI/AAAAAAAABak/HIcKerKw9ro/s320/SDC10472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is basically what you saw a lot of  while driving around.  Green grass and fields and trees and barns everywhere.  It is really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdJLB2I81I/AAAAAAAABac/sebTz1ssuPk/s1600/SDC10494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505449523306623826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdJLB2I81I/AAAAAAAABac/sebTz1ssuPk/s320/SDC10494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah's backyard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdJKuwP-KI/AAAAAAAABaU/FpqADKbcE6I/s1600/SDC10496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505449518181644450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdJKuwP-KI/AAAAAAAABaU/FpqADKbcE6I/s320/SDC10496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't we cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdJKMpksLI/AAAAAAAABaM/cNZVkG4EemQ/s1600/SDC10501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505449509026836658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdJKMpksLI/AAAAAAAABaM/cNZVkG4EemQ/s320/SDC10501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah's parents house from the top of the lane.  I am so glad we got to go visit her in Kentucky.  We had so much fun just hanging out and eating and talking and seeing the sights.  We even got to stay an extra day because our flights got delayed.  That was a little annoying because the airport is in Nashville which is an hour and 30 minutes from Sarah's house and we drove all the way to the airport and had to turn around and drive back to her house.  I didn't really mind becasue we got to stay longer, but I felt bad that Sarah had to do all that driving.  We almost didn't make it home the next day either because of airplane malfunction problems, but by some miracle we ended up on a totally different flight that got us home just a few hours later than planned.  Thank you so much Sarah for letting us come and showing us your stomping grounds.  I can't wait for our next girls trip in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-6078160725887620348?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6078160725887620348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=6078160725887620348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/6078160725887620348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/6078160725887620348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/kentucky-trip.html' title='Kentucky Trip!!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TGdPNDMLN6I/AAAAAAAABd0/g6oFU_8WuSM/s72-c/SDC10403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-3877246699073223761</id><published>2010-07-16T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T16:34:57.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam's Baby Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDpRBcRIkI/AAAAAAAABaE/Z3Q9eR-9wPQ/s1600/SDC10331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494648024046051906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDpRBcRIkI/AAAAAAAABaE/Z3Q9eR-9wPQ/s320/SDC10331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam was blessed on July 11,2010.  Ben's parents flew in from Washington and spent the weekend with us which was nice and most of my family was able to come down also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDpQskwwhI/AAAAAAAABZ8/CJijRIEaeRk/s1600/SDC10307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494648018444534290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDpQskwwhI/AAAAAAAABZ8/CJijRIEaeRk/s320/SDC10307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our family is getting bigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDpQNRMpgI/AAAAAAAABZ0/z92hDsU1sLo/s1600/SDC10366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494648010040976898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDpQNRMpgI/AAAAAAAABZ0/z92hDsU1sLo/s320/SDC10366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't he cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDpPSQds0I/AAAAAAAABZs/j3Y4c5EkUIM/s1600/SDC10368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494647994200208194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDpPSQds0I/AAAAAAAABZs/j3Y4c5EkUIM/s320/SDC10368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The poor little guy gets a little too much love from Zac and Kylee sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDnbhGJPYI/AAAAAAAABZc/HA_x6je-Uxo/s1600/SDC10309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494646005318630786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDnbhGJPYI/AAAAAAAABZc/HA_x6je-Uxo/s320/SDC10309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Roxey.  I'm so glad she was able to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDnbGCOyAI/AAAAAAAABZU/4_JnOfrDh9I/s1600/SDC10297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494645998054459394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDnbGCOyAI/AAAAAAAABZU/4_JnOfrDh9I/s320/SDC10297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee wanted to sit on Diane's lap and sing songs the whole time they were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDnabE87DI/AAAAAAAABZM/NlWFclVQteg/s1600/SDC10302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494645986523147314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDnabE87DI/AAAAAAAABZM/NlWFclVQteg/s320/SDC10302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reading with grandma is always fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDnZmqHn7I/AAAAAAAABZE/PBXYxpmROrs/s1600/SDC10303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494645972451958706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDnZmqHn7I/AAAAAAAABZE/PBXYxpmROrs/s320/SDC10303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ate at Kings Fish House and they brought out a live lobster for the kids to touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDnYm2qGjI/AAAAAAAABY8/-O4eXaLxMXk/s1600/SDC10311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494645955324680754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDnYm2qGjI/AAAAAAAABY8/-O4eXaLxMXk/s320/SDC10311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac and Wyatt in their twinner outfits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDl4b5BdYI/AAAAAAAABY0/7sauk0jUNGw/s1600/SDC10289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494644303114368386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDl4b5BdYI/AAAAAAAABY0/7sauk0jUNGw/s320/SDC10289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac and Kylee had a water fight with my mom and she got the worst end of it.  Her pants were soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDl3flBHSI/AAAAAAAABYs/hSOjAcQNFNE/s1600/SDC10319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494644286924332322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDl3flBHSI/AAAAAAAABYs/hSOjAcQNFNE/s320/SDC10319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating cupcakes after the blessing.  I think Kylee enjoyed her cupcake the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDl2SJAEbI/AAAAAAAABYk/3zoNd-AkkgQ/s1600/SDC10351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494644266137293234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDl2SJAEbI/AAAAAAAABYk/3zoNd-AkkgQ/s320/SDC10351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Wyatt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDl1TbhTCI/AAAAAAAABYc/bJlOspjpHfU/s1600/SDC10339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494644249303534626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDl1TbhTCI/AAAAAAAABYc/bJlOspjpHfU/s320/SDC10339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDlz5Xb-GI/AAAAAAAABYU/vrGWChSf8FQ/s1600/SDC10356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494644225127217250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDlz5Xb-GI/AAAAAAAABYU/vrGWChSf8FQ/s320/SDC10356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bonnie and Adam.  She gave Adam a cute stuffed animal and some more clothes in honor of his blessing.  She is so good to my kids and they love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDkukl5OFI/AAAAAAAABYM/kQ3rRY4Je4k/s1600/SDC10342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494643034139736146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDkukl5OFI/AAAAAAAABYM/kQ3rRY4Je4k/s320/SDC10342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teri will be holding one of her own in a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDktq8gAtI/AAAAAAAABYE/TjdzpgzSGd4/s1600/SDC10360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494643018665296594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDktq8gAtI/AAAAAAAABYE/TjdzpgzSGd4/s320/SDC10360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jared (the Iranian..haha..) looks good with a baby in his arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDkssQCO_I/AAAAAAAABX8/IZ3KXZ5tCDg/s1600/SDC10359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494643001835797490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDkssQCO_I/AAAAAAAABX8/IZ3KXZ5tCDg/s320/SDC10359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls (Jamie, Me, Nanny, Kylee, Jenna, Ashley and Zac sortof).  I'm glad that my sis in laws came since their husbands are down in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494642980796862770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDkrd39kTI/AAAAAAAABX0/f9Yr2Yr1n_Q/s320/SDC10347.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Me and Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDkqf_cOcI/AAAAAAAABXs/k3Zco3XQzKQ/s1600/SDC10364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494642964185233858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDkqf_cOcI/AAAAAAAABXs/k3Zco3XQzKQ/s320/SDC10364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that is quite a crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDjU5dRV6I/AAAAAAAABXk/MqFGdn-HD8A/s1600/SDC10375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494641493552486306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDjU5dRV6I/AAAAAAAABXk/MqFGdn-HD8A/s320/SDC10375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDjTkCj_HI/AAAAAAAABXc/A0YKm1APRjw/s1600/SDC10378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494641470623448178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDjTkCj_HI/AAAAAAAABXc/A0YKm1APRjw/s320/SDC10378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I kept telling Diane I wanted to hire her to hold Adam all night so I could get some sleep.  I was only half kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDjTMzdUkI/AAAAAAAABXU/NqXamJQa98M/s1600/SDC10384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494641464386081346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDjTMzdUkI/AAAAAAAABXU/NqXamJQa98M/s320/SDC10384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac kept yelling right in Carl's ear, so he ended up in a headlock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDjSW24ZuI/AAAAAAAABXM/HZXZnT3x18U/s1600/SDC10386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494641449904924386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDjSW24ZuI/AAAAAAAABXM/HZXZnT3x18U/s320/SDC10386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDjRusCkCI/AAAAAAAABXE/i4x5Xp6fPbM/s1600/SDC10391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494641439122034722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDjRusCkCI/AAAAAAAABXE/i4x5Xp6fPbM/s320/SDC10391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had such a nice time and are so grateful for all of the family support at the blessing.  Ben did a wonderful job and Adam was so good through the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-3877246699073223761?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3877246699073223761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=3877246699073223761' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/3877246699073223761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/3877246699073223761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/adams-baby-blessing.html' title='Adam&apos;s Baby Blessing'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TEDpRBcRIkI/AAAAAAAABaE/Z3Q9eR-9wPQ/s72-c/SDC10331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-4345736946310909222</id><published>2010-07-07T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T15:48:15.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics of the kids at my mom's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUCqcipGkI/AAAAAAAABW8/3jEctBe3e68/s1600/SDC10244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491298248887441986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUCqcipGkI/AAAAAAAABW8/3jEctBe3e68/s320/SDC10244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Helping Jenna open presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUCpzR_CHI/AAAAAAAABW0/d-yifm-ib7w/s1600/SDC10243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491298237811722354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUCpzR_CHI/AAAAAAAABW0/d-yifm-ib7w/s320/SDC10243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Roxey and baby adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUCUJ7ULrI/AAAAAAAABWs/oE5UeODGVMM/s1600/SDC10241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491297865933532850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUCUJ7ULrI/AAAAAAAABWs/oE5UeODGVMM/s320/SDC10241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing at Tammy's house.  I attempted to take all 3 kids to Tammy's house in Levan, which is 45 minutes away from my mom's house.  They did good in the car, but Kylee got hurt on the trampoline and was crying so much that she pead her pants.  Then Zac had to go to the bathroom so bad that he pead his pants as soon as we pulled up to my mom's house.  It was quite an eventful trip.  I had fun though seeing Ricki and Joe and Tammy's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUCTlEnzNI/AAAAAAAABWk/7cSQskkwoOM/s1600/SDC10238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491297856040455378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUCTlEnzNI/AAAAAAAABWk/7cSQskkwoOM/s320/SDC10238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUCTCQmPKI/AAAAAAAABWc/bwObVJm-hnA/s1600/SDC10236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491297846695443618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUCTCQmPKI/AAAAAAAABWc/bwObVJm-hnA/s320/SDC10236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Warming up after swimming in the little pool and playing on the slip n slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUCS8WWdFI/AAAAAAAABWU/wEOIR69JT-4/s1600/SDC10231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491297845108962386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUCS8WWdFI/AAAAAAAABWU/wEOIR69JT-4/s320/SDC10231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wyatt got to lay in bed with Zac and Kylee just long enough for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUCSbL2HzI/AAAAAAAABWM/3aU4XlZ4dQM/s1600/SDC10225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491297836206530354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUCSbL2HzI/AAAAAAAABWM/3aU4XlZ4dQM/s320/SDC10225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wyatt is soooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUBN_YRu3I/AAAAAAAABWE/rG1BpHkda1I/s1600/SDC10218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491296660511374194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUBN_YRu3I/AAAAAAAABWE/rG1BpHkda1I/s320/SDC10218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUBNdgBR1I/AAAAAAAABV8/MwK5tzq7L2I/s1600/SDC10216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491296651417044818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUBNdgBR1I/AAAAAAAABV8/MwK5tzq7L2I/s320/SDC10216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee sleeping on my mom's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUBM1DM8TI/AAAAAAAABV0/hOpIl7atJjc/s1600/SDC10211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491296640558756146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUBM1DM8TI/AAAAAAAABV0/hOpIl7atJjc/s320/SDC10211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam with Stacey's twins Collin and Caleb.  (Sorry Stacey, but I still don't know which on is which.) They are about 3 weeks apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUBMSA3xaI/AAAAAAAABVs/dx0mIEMOqug/s1600/DSC05892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491296631153739170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUBMSA3xaI/AAAAAAAABVs/dx0mIEMOqug/s320/DSC05892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming at the house in St. George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUBLolM6WI/AAAAAAAABVk/dchuWYfnTH8/s1600/DSC05889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491296620031830370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUBLolM6WI/AAAAAAAABVk/dchuWYfnTH8/s320/DSC05889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDT__F9RSlI/AAAAAAAABVc/84-o5OVrITQ/s1600/DSC05878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491295305067481682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDT__F9RSlI/AAAAAAAABVc/84-o5OVrITQ/s320/DSC05878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam is about 2 weeks old here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDT_-nKK96I/AAAAAAAABVU/0jFnv8QLB2c/s1600/DSC05877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491295296800094114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDT_-nKK96I/AAAAAAAABVU/0jFnv8QLB2c/s320/DSC05877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDT_-dAYxeI/AAAAAAAABVM/eidsuyYRjXI/s1600/DSC05836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491295294074701282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDT_-dAYxeI/AAAAAAAABVM/eidsuyYRjXI/s320/DSC05836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam at 1 week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDT_9zamQmI/AAAAAAAABVE/143PUiLo3sU/s1600/DSC05820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491295282910347874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDT_9zamQmI/AAAAAAAABVE/143PUiLo3sU/s320/DSC05820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDT_9OMSH1I/AAAAAAAABU8/GKW3aPDuny8/s1600/DSC05808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491295272918196050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDT_9OMSH1I/AAAAAAAABU8/GKW3aPDuny8/s320/DSC05808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-4345736946310909222?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4345736946310909222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=4345736946310909222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/4345736946310909222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/4345736946310909222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/pics-of-kids-at-my-moms.html' title='Pics of the kids at my mom&apos;s...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDUCqcipGkI/AAAAAAAABW8/3jEctBe3e68/s72-c/SDC10244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-7249368725426186982</id><published>2010-07-06T22:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:29:16.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenna's wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQNzL9xOuI/AAAAAAAABU0/yffF4HwAnMM/s1600/SDC10202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491029018707835618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQNzL9xOuI/AAAAAAAABU0/yffF4HwAnMM/s320/SDC10202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister Jenna got married on June 19th in the Manti temple.  Adam was just 2 weeks old, but we made it up there and had a great time.  The wedding ceremony at the Temple was wonderful and the reception at my parent's house was beautiful.  The weather was perfect (no wind like at my reception).  I felt like I was at my wedding all over again because Jenna wore my dress and had the same colors, flowers, cake and vases as me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQNSU6UcCI/AAAAAAAABUs/fkMPtLu87j8/s1600/SDC10200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491028454173601826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQNSU6UcCI/AAAAAAAABUs/fkMPtLu87j8/s320/SDC10200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee loved the whole wedding dress thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQNR1nxLHI/AAAAAAAABUk/oINQty5FIlU/s1600/SDC10193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491028445774294130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQNR1nxLHI/AAAAAAAABUk/oINQty5FIlU/s320/SDC10193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac and Wyatt had the same outfit, but I never got a picture of them wearing it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQNRZepi0I/AAAAAAAABUc/WEz00gJ_WU4/s1600/SDC10196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491028438219852610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQNRZepi0I/AAAAAAAABUc/WEz00gJ_WU4/s320/SDC10196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQNRP4tZEI/AAAAAAAABUU/efT4iofOZEs/s1600/SDC10187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491028435644802114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQNRP4tZEI/AAAAAAAABUU/efT4iofOZEs/s320/SDC10187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Jenna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQNQaAetTI/AAAAAAAABUM/YggUb9PHowc/s1600/SDC10185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491028421181879602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQNQaAetTI/AAAAAAAABUM/YggUb9PHowc/s320/SDC10185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenna holding baby Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQLbHS-o7I/AAAAAAAABUE/oeESJ0ozTz0/s1600/DSC05846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491026406114501554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQLbHS-o7I/AAAAAAAABUE/oeESJ0ozTz0/s320/DSC05846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee loved her foofoo dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQLa9oAj6I/AAAAAAAABT8/KqmrWh66xDQ/s1600/DSC05849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491026403518353314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQLa9oAj6I/AAAAAAAABT8/KqmrWh66xDQ/s320/DSC05849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a handsome little guy.  He actually thought it was fun to wear a tux.  Ben acted like it was the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQLaa5m1sI/AAAAAAAABT0/nAUoepyJ6PE/s1600/DSC05853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491026394196924098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQLaa5m1sI/AAAAAAAABT0/nAUoepyJ6PE/s320/DSC05853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing in the sand pile probably wasn't the best idea in this dress, but it made a cute picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQLZ5sXNWI/AAAAAAAABTs/jYpO_ztzzpk/s1600/DSC05867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491026385283003746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQLZ5sXNWI/AAAAAAAABTs/jYpO_ztzzpk/s320/DSC05867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenna and Jay got each other pretty good with cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQLZNKSEAI/AAAAAAAABTk/4UcYO8EkXT8/s1600/DSC05871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491026373328900098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQLZNKSEAI/AAAAAAAABTk/4UcYO8EkXT8/s320/DSC05871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-7249368725426186982?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7249368725426186982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=7249368725426186982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/7249368725426186982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/7249368725426186982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/jennas-wedding.html' title='Jenna&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TDQNzL9xOuI/AAAAAAAABU0/yffF4HwAnMM/s72-c/SDC10202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-6178877180018783684</id><published>2010-06-10T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T16:13:39.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Adam is born!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFtjGdk_6I/AAAAAAAABTU/5_o2TedORdQ/s1600/DSC05740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481282671284125602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFtjGdk_6I/AAAAAAAABTU/5_o2TedORdQ/s320/DSC05740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam John Volmer was born Sunday June 6th @ 3:42 p.m.  He was 7lbs. 4oz. and 20in.  Labor and delivery went very well and painless for the most part.  We had a little scare during delivery because the cord was wrapped around the babies neck twice very tightly and there was also a knot in the cord.  He came out pretty blue, but as soon as the doctor cut the cords off him he started to get some color.  She kept saying that he was a very lucky baby and was glad that we decided to take him a week early.  If the knot had been much tighter his life line would have been cut off, so we are very blessed and happy to have him here safe and healthy.  So far he is a very calm baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFthVVweGI/AAAAAAAABTM/l6zbt0djZDw/s1600/DSC05738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481282640918116450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFthVVweGI/AAAAAAAABTM/l6zbt0djZDw/s320/DSC05738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFtg371uHI/AAAAAAAABTE/vvOqgoBc_Xg/s1600/DSC05733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481282633024780402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFtg371uHI/AAAAAAAABTE/vvOqgoBc_Xg/s320/DSC05733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFtgb69MYI/AAAAAAAABS8/X3E7oHnJM0c/s1600/DSC05754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481282625504883074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFtgb69MYI/AAAAAAAABS8/X3E7oHnJM0c/s320/DSC05754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFscjya2qI/AAAAAAAABS0/Bp8BS-jU4nE/s1600/DSC05745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481281459385457314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFscjya2qI/AAAAAAAABS0/Bp8BS-jU4nE/s320/DSC05745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFscAoXA8I/AAAAAAAABSs/DP78fOg6ASQ/s1600/DSC05746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481281449948021698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFscAoXA8I/AAAAAAAABSs/DP78fOg6ASQ/s320/DSC05746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFsb7HofoI/AAAAAAAABSk/xktoE7MVetE/s1600/DSC05756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481281448468577922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFsb7HofoI/AAAAAAAABSk/xktoE7MVetE/s320/DSC05756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sporting his skinny legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFsbcIN8rI/AAAAAAAABSc/3puT4Q7b8ng/s1600/DSC05758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481281440149533362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFsbcIN8rI/AAAAAAAABSc/3puT4Q7b8ng/s320/DSC05758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee is like the little mom.  She is constantly wanting to hold him and help me change his diapers.  She is a little disappointed that she can't feed him a bottle yet.  As much as she loves him, she is also kinda rough around him and has thrown her share of tantrums since he's been born.  I definently can't leave her unattended around the baby yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFsatTE5TI/AAAAAAAABSU/PI4QUTrJIcA/s1600/DSC05761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481281427578610994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFsatTE5TI/AAAAAAAABSU/PI4QUTrJIcA/s320/DSC05761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac is so happy to have a little brother.  When Adam was first born he looked a lot like Zac.  It'll be interesting to see if they will look much a like or not.  Right after I took this picture Zac dropped the babies head and said "I think he just pooped mom".  Good thing I was sitting right there to grab the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFrcjmvFCI/AAAAAAAABSM/YlYjFKzvGho/s1600/DSC05765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481280359824823330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFrcjmvFCI/AAAAAAAABSM/YlYjFKzvGho/s320/DSC05765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what Kylee showed up in the day after Adam was born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFrcHdj8kI/AAAAAAAABSE/X7TU5ZgPiGQ/s1600/DSC05771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481280352270152258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFrcHdj8kI/AAAAAAAABSE/X7TU5ZgPiGQ/s320/DSC05771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom was here to watch my kids while I was in labor.  They even waited outside in the hall and got to come in the room just after the baby was born.  She stayed here with us for a few days and now she has taken Zac and Kylee home with her.  It's been kinda quiet around here today, but it will be nice to spend lots of one on one time with Adam and i'll get to take lots of naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFrboHhLpI/AAAAAAAABR8/loqIUOC31oU/s1600/DSC05776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481280343856197266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFrboHhLpI/AAAAAAAABR8/loqIUOC31oU/s320/DSC05776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFrbX829aI/AAAAAAAABR0/Lmf9O6p8UV8/s1600/SDC10183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481280339516519842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFrbX829aI/AAAAAAAABR0/Lmf9O6p8UV8/s320/SDC10183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFraaJNfoI/AAAAAAAABRs/ZoPZSs02Xh0/s1600/DSC05778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481280322925330050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFraaJNfoI/AAAAAAAABRs/ZoPZSs02Xh0/s320/DSC05778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know i'm biased, but isn't he soooo cute???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-6178877180018783684?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6178877180018783684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=6178877180018783684' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/6178877180018783684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/6178877180018783684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/baby-adam-is-born.html' title='Baby Adam is born!!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TBFtjGdk_6I/AAAAAAAABTU/5_o2TedORdQ/s72-c/DSC05740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-3268631958126776662</id><published>2010-06-02T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:10:09.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overload of pictures (Feb-June)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc_E6Z-AQI/AAAAAAAABRk/Z0GCSbse-uM/s1600/SDC10174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478416825349701890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc_E6Z-AQI/AAAAAAAABRk/Z0GCSbse-uM/s320/SDC10174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My birthday was yesterday, so we celebrated by going to Lindo Micho Cahn.  Then we had ice cream cookies with some friends at our house.  Zac looks more excited about eating the dessert they brought me than singing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc_ETSUXII/AAAAAAAABRc/M-0MGQ9oZCo/s1600/SDC10176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478416814848629890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc_ETSUXII/AAAAAAAABRc/M-0MGQ9oZCo/s320/SDC10176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc_EKyV-gI/AAAAAAAABRU/ORkLAoDG9Bo/s1600/SDC10178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478416812567034370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc_EKyV-gI/AAAAAAAABRU/ORkLAoDG9Bo/s320/SDC10178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goofballs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc-C2Ma9JI/AAAAAAAABRM/VZR52zcVD5Y/s1600/SDC10179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478415690347771026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc-C2Ma9JI/AAAAAAAABRM/VZR52zcVD5Y/s320/SDC10179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc-Cex-2oI/AAAAAAAABRE/9Gthdzsdy7U/s1600/SDC10181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478415684062861954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc-Cex-2oI/AAAAAAAABRE/9Gthdzsdy7U/s320/SDC10181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bonnie came with us to celebrate.  She is pretty much part of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc-CBl3mpI/AAAAAAAABQ8/LqWPHMKfic8/s1600/SDC10166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478415676227426962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc-CBl3mpI/AAAAAAAABQ8/LqWPHMKfic8/s320/SDC10166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took Kylee and Zac to the Bounce U a while ago and they had a blast.  Kylee can climb up the big slide all by herself now, which was nice because I was in no shape to carry her up to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc-BmdOAqI/AAAAAAAABQ0/zh38WcQERnU/s1600/SDC10162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478415668943389346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc-BmdOAqI/AAAAAAAABQ0/zh38WcQERnU/s320/SDC10162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc-BDlMv0I/AAAAAAAABQs/j9FURPNT-BI/s1600/DSC05548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478415659581620034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc-BDlMv0I/AAAAAAAABQs/j9FURPNT-BI/s320/DSC05548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Parsons (Sarah, Brad, William, Ben and Jane) moved in may, so we had a going away party at our house.  I am still sad about it and miss Sarah so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc86PnLJsI/AAAAAAAABQk/CHz-R1mYA0A/s1600/DSC05544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478414443040417474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc86PnLJsI/AAAAAAAABQk/CHz-R1mYA0A/s320/DSC05544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee, Andrew, Olivia, William, Zac and Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc85S2Ym0I/AAAAAAAABQc/MP1kxHwUpqY/s1600/DSC05531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478414426729651010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc85S2Ym0I/AAAAAAAABQc/MP1kxHwUpqY/s320/DSC05531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; William and Zac playing safari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc848folSI/AAAAAAAABQU/9QR_WzlDnmc/s1600/SDC10159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478414420728648994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc848folSI/AAAAAAAABQU/9QR_WzlDnmc/s320/SDC10159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah, Me and Teri.  Our last girls night out together before Sarah moved.  We ate at B.J.'s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc84jF_0CI/AAAAAAAABQM/-mdU7sA3YdU/s1600/SDC10155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478414413910233122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc84jF_0CI/AAAAAAAABQM/-mdU7sA3YdU/s320/SDC10155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee and Olivia can't keep their hands off baby Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc84ATu6SI/AAAAAAAABQE/L7zm2wMGml0/s1600/SDC10154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478414404572604706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc84ATu6SI/AAAAAAAABQE/L7zm2wMGml0/s320/SDC10154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc7tsaNDeI/AAAAAAAABP8/WbUCIaEMfkg/s1600/SDC10148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478413127920717282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc7tsaNDeI/AAAAAAAABP8/WbUCIaEMfkg/s320/SDC10148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took the kids to the Dolphin Habitat at the Mirage.  The dolphins jumped up out of the pools and did flips in the air and the kids loved it.  They also had big white tigers.  We had a good time, but I thought the place was kind of expensive and not very big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc7tJbQC_I/AAAAAAAABP0/VzHuXq9GiVw/s1600/SDC10145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478413118529866738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc7tJbQC_I/AAAAAAAABP0/VzHuXq9GiVw/s320/SDC10145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will always have black mail on Zac being caught in the act of wacking his sister in the head.  She is usually the one doing the hitting, but obviously not always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc7snAIZ8I/AAAAAAAABPs/sbY0JHArKoU/s1600/SDC10150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478413109289314242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc7snAIZ8I/AAAAAAAABPs/sbY0JHArKoU/s320/SDC10150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the dolphing pools.  We never actually got a picture of the dolphins jumping out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc7r8piBLI/AAAAAAAABPk/aVBxFksu3ZA/s1600/SDC10134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478413097920234674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc7r8piBLI/AAAAAAAABPk/aVBxFksu3ZA/s320/SDC10134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc6YJClkRI/AAAAAAAABPc/GhPNGxoYTbA/s1600/SDC10140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478411658137538834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc6YJClkRI/AAAAAAAABPc/GhPNGxoYTbA/s320/SDC10140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These tigers were huge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc6Xi4S3eI/AAAAAAAABPU/JkagOX1ugsc/s1600/SDC10138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478411647893822946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc6Xi4S3eI/AAAAAAAABPU/JkagOX1ugsc/s320/SDC10138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had to get a shot of the pregnant belly.  This was sometime at the end of march or beginning of april, so I was about 7 months along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc6XHffc0I/AAAAAAAABPM/_DcFdYe2wys/s1600/SDC10136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478411640542032706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc6XHffc0I/AAAAAAAABPM/_DcFdYe2wys/s320/SDC10136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Someone is not a happy camper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc6WmmS_NI/AAAAAAAABPE/mzvO7KvpL0A/s1600/SDC10135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478411631712206034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc6WmmS_NI/AAAAAAAABPE/mzvO7KvpL0A/s320/SDC10135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc46n3bazI/AAAAAAAABO0/xxx6IEGFAnM/s1600/SDC10127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478410051504532274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc46n3bazI/AAAAAAAABO0/xxx6IEGFAnM/s320/SDC10127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were in St. George for Easter.  My mom went all out with dozens of plastic eggs to hunt for.  At the end they each got a big prize.  After that i'm sure they thought the actual easter bunny was chincy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc46IekYYI/AAAAAAAABOs/mToF119yTks/s1600/SDC10123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478410043078762882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc46IekYYI/AAAAAAAABOs/mToF119yTks/s320/SDC10123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac's on the hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc45htHa_I/AAAAAAAABOk/ezPPhygvnaI/s1600/SDC10121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478410032670796786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc45htHa_I/AAAAAAAABOk/ezPPhygvnaI/s320/SDC10121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee did pretty good finding eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc45G5rJkI/AAAAAAAABOc/xe-MdaVpjf4/s1600/SDC10120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478410025475712578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc45G5rJkI/AAAAAAAABOc/xe-MdaVpjf4/s320/SDC10120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc44qGjbXI/AAAAAAAABOU/OqiF_I6u-LE/s1600/SDC10117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478410017745104242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc44qGjbXI/AAAAAAAABOU/OqiF_I6u-LE/s320/SDC10117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc3Z4dtl4I/AAAAAAAABOM/2o7LjGQlxzc/s1600/SDC10115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478408389512763266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc3Z4dtl4I/AAAAAAAABOM/2o7LjGQlxzc/s320/SDC10115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee got to sleep in the blow up bed with Zac while we were in St. George and she actually stayed in there and went to sleep.  She is growing up so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc3ZUjfSNI/AAAAAAAABOE/f7fICQKkqck/s1600/SDC10112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478408379873315026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc3ZUjfSNI/AAAAAAAABOE/f7fICQKkqck/s320/SDC10112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac has turned into a little climber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc3Y3KhZvI/AAAAAAAABN8/OtmLG4ky_p0/s1600/SDC10111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478408371983967986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc3Y3KhZvI/AAAAAAAABN8/OtmLG4ky_p0/s320/SDC10111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee absolutely loves Olivia.  She follows her around everywhere and does whatever she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc3YlStQrI/AAAAAAAABN0/81gZHvcFgRU/s1600/SDC10110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478408367186461362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc3YlStQrI/AAAAAAAABN0/81gZHvcFgRU/s320/SDC10110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stuffing her mouth with cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc3YOK5QZI/AAAAAAAABNs/_evd8I5tPI0/s1600/SDC10107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478408360979677586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc3YOK5QZI/AAAAAAAABNs/_evd8I5tPI0/s320/SDC10107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; James Jones birthday party.  There were lots of kids and lots of fun games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc2JQ2exRI/AAAAAAAABNk/pBVSk5RoHL0/s1600/SDC10078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478407004489696530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc2JQ2exRI/AAAAAAAABNk/pBVSk5RoHL0/s320/SDC10078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee also loves Josee and tries to hold her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc2I2hIkcI/AAAAAAAABNc/kvlNOi-0jl8/s1600/SDC10075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478406997420839362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc2I2hIkcI/AAAAAAAABNc/kvlNOi-0jl8/s320/SDC10075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac's little preschool group went on a field trip to the Anderson Dairy.  Zac really liked the talking animals inside and Kylee loved the ice cream at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc2IaKeHvI/AAAAAAAABNU/vTidEajuAAI/s1600/SDC10070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478406989809590002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc2IaKeHvI/AAAAAAAABNU/vTidEajuAAI/s320/SDC10070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee holding baby Wyatt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc2Hznzp_I/AAAAAAAABNM/j8KHf-XudDU/s1600/SDC10069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478406979463653362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc2Hznzp_I/AAAAAAAABNM/j8KHf-XudDU/s320/SDC10069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our friends Brant and Kristen and their little boy Izak came to visit us.  The kids had lots of fun playing together and it was so good to see them and hang out for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc2HhXH6XI/AAAAAAAABNE/HAUlbhGURUw/s1600/SDC10063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478406974561839474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc2HhXH6XI/AAAAAAAABNE/HAUlbhGURUw/s320/SDC10063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember always holding hands with my friends when I was little.  Little girls are so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc0sqyqwlI/AAAAAAAABM8/UPtAg9f75bQ/s1600/SDC10059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478405413725192786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc0sqyqwlI/AAAAAAAABM8/UPtAg9f75bQ/s320/SDC10059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It sure is nice when I can talk Zac into doing things like pushing Kylee on the swing, so I can sit on my lazy can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc0sWP3K4I/AAAAAAAABM0/MiAO9UtiFlI/s1600/SDC10053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478405408210496386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc0sWP3K4I/AAAAAAAABM0/MiAO9UtiFlI/s320/SDC10053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We like to go the the Puccine park and go on walks through the tunnel and the kids yell to hear their echo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc0rx-28KI/AAAAAAAABMs/jH8N-B3s3dw/s1600/SDC10049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478405398475501730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc0rx-28KI/AAAAAAAABMs/jH8N-B3s3dw/s320/SDC10049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac is looking for bugs and lizards.  Whenever we go to the park he would rather look for bugs and treasures then play on the park equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc0rXDy_TI/AAAAAAAABMk/5RpwdvkK5Ls/s1600/SDC10044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478405391248457010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc0rXDy_TI/AAAAAAAABMk/5RpwdvkK5Ls/s320/SDC10044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc0qsEZO_I/AAAAAAAABMc/QCBU-szWjj4/s1600/SDC10037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478405379708238834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc0qsEZO_I/AAAAAAAABMc/QCBU-szWjj4/s320/SDC10037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAczI7i32GI/AAAAAAAABMU/WzEPj5hbdLU/s1600/SDC10036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478403700235425890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAczI7i32GI/AAAAAAAABMU/WzEPj5hbdLU/s320/SDC10036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hiking at Red rock.  We have done this hike before, so we took the Parson's and Zastrow's in february.  It was fun, but there were a lot of people there.  There was a lot of water at the end and a little waterfall.  Zac loves to hike, but Kylee was kinda burned out by the end.  Ben ended up carrying her most of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAczIeKD-uI/AAAAAAAABMM/LU4PLE50rAM/s1600/SDC10034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478403692346735330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAczIeKD-uI/AAAAAAAABMM/LU4PLE50rAM/s320/SDC10034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAczH2khlmI/AAAAAAAABME/tvvk0zGKvKQ/s1600/SDC10030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478403681720309346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAczH2khlmI/AAAAAAAABME/tvvk0zGKvKQ/s320/SDC10030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAczHLO6ldI/AAAAAAAABL8/D6_W26uMsZs/s1600/SDC10029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478403670086948306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAczHLO6ldI/AAAAAAAABL8/D6_W26uMsZs/s320/SDC10029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAczGyX7IqI/AAAAAAAABL0/KYxCAvgpuyQ/s1600/SDC10013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478403663413846690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAczGyX7IqI/AAAAAAAABL0/KYxCAvgpuyQ/s320/SDC10013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a crew! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-3268631958126776662?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3268631958126776662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=3268631958126776662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/3268631958126776662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/3268631958126776662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/overload-of-pictures-feb-june.html' title='Overload of pictures (Feb-June)'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/TAc_E6Z-AQI/AAAAAAAABRk/Z0GCSbse-uM/s72-c/SDC10174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-8336272374854603351</id><published>2010-05-16T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:41:05.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Backyard!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S_DUqEBm7lI/AAAAAAAABLs/WzJZ9TOqriA/s1600/DSC05653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472107366355234386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S_DUqEBm7lI/AAAAAAAABLs/WzJZ9TOqriA/s320/DSC05653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S_DUphMMLjI/AAAAAAAABLk/--fny7jHrIo/s1600/DSC05660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472107357004377650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S_DUphMMLjI/AAAAAAAABLk/--fny7jHrIo/s320/DSC05660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S_DUpdLfO_I/AAAAAAAABLc/GP7NZvasXGk/s1600/DSC05647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472107355927690226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S_DUpdLfO_I/AAAAAAAABLc/GP7NZvasXGk/s320/DSC05647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S_DUoyDEbSI/AAAAAAAABLU/74xNnyJGjck/s1600/DSC05646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472107344349654306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S_DUoyDEbSI/AAAAAAAABLU/74xNnyJGjck/s320/DSC05646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S_DUoTzSILI/AAAAAAAABLM/Om2sTtb5wFU/s1600/DSC05644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472107336230379698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S_DUoTzSILI/AAAAAAAABLM/Om2sTtb5wFU/s320/DSC05644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S_DS3OVQUfI/AAAAAAAABK8/6we-Bn6A558/s1600/DSC05643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472105393437037042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S_DS3OVQUfI/AAAAAAAABK8/6we-Bn6A558/s320/DSC05643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S_DS2geZKDI/AAAAAAAABK0/hJ6_3cE0VSw/s1600/DSC05637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472105381127333938" style="DISPLAY: block; 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We just got our whole back yard redone.  Ben has also been showing his handy skills at painting our bathroom cupboards.  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At least they tried right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mUxTu4ynI/AAAAAAAABKU/eTex3h955ns/s1600-h/DSC05520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443045199485389426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mUxTu4ynI/AAAAAAAABKU/eTex3h955ns/s320/DSC05520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben loves to wake Kylee up at night and put her in our bed for a little while.  It is the only time that she will actually lay there with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mUw2DerPI/AAAAAAAABKM/ZJsQ8-gZmy8/s1600-h/DSC05503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443045191518694642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mUw2DerPI/AAAAAAAABKM/ZJsQ8-gZmy8/s320/DSC05503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac has finally mastered the art of climbing up these things and getting to the slides that way.  Andrew has been doing it for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mSae3lZ6I/AAAAAAAABKE/8KOIndRMqQM/s1600-h/DSC05498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443042608314410914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mSae3lZ6I/AAAAAAAABKE/8KOIndRMqQM/s320/DSC05498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't that make your mouth melt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mSZyLm--I/AAAAAAAABJ8/6jHIHVgtOLo/s1600-h/DSC05496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443042596318804962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mSZyLm--I/AAAAAAAABJ8/6jHIHVgtOLo/s320/DSC05496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a Valentine party at the park and there were lots of kids there. Zac and Kylee got and ate way too much candy and treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mSZTsEtGI/AAAAAAAABJ0/Xc6NiEBYcdI/s1600-h/DSC05487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443042588133471330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mSZTsEtGI/AAAAAAAABJ0/Xc6NiEBYcdI/s320/DSC05487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee is making a Valentine that she later ripped apart. She rips apart everything she makes. I think she had some anger management issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mSY6MHWmI/AAAAAAAABJs/w6W-8KEMpqs/s1600-h/DSC05456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443042581288540770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mSY6MHWmI/AAAAAAAABJs/w6W-8KEMpqs/s320/DSC05456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee is in potty training mode, so she sports her underwear a lot. She is not nearly as easy to train as Zac was. She does okay with #1, but she poops in her pants almost everyday. She probably wasn't quite ready yet, but i'm not backing off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mSYTidMZI/AAAAAAAABJk/B8PxipGJsN8/s1600-h/DSC05458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443042570913264018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mSYTidMZI/AAAAAAAABJk/B8PxipGJsN8/s320/DSC05458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jared had a preformance of 6 different songs in different languages that he did for his senior project. He did a really great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mRgzPu2KI/AAAAAAAABJc/R0p-Z9ZEorY/s1600-h/DSC05469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443041617351989410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mRgzPu2KI/AAAAAAAABJc/R0p-Z9ZEorY/s320/DSC05469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wyatt was blessed in the same outfit that Jordan was blessed in as a baby. He was so quiet during the whole blessing and Jordan did a wonderful job. The only person making noise in the whole building was Kylee of coarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mRgaElnBI/AAAAAAAABJU/o1CsJ_vfb54/s1600-h/DSC05470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443041610594360338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mRgaElnBI/AAAAAAAABJU/o1CsJ_vfb54/s320/DSC05470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She really loves babies. Too much sometimes, so we have to watch her like a hawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mRf94UMPI/AAAAAAAABJM/LmHvxECfLCc/s1600-h/DSC05474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443041603026694386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mRf94UMPI/AAAAAAAABJM/LmHvxECfLCc/s320/DSC05474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lizzy, Kylee, Zac and Brandon (Jamie's nephew) had a blast playing together at the clubhouse after the baby blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mRfa1EAHI/AAAAAAAABJE/CQkix-zkfUA/s1600-h/DSC05483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443041593617809522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mRfa1EAHI/AAAAAAAABJE/CQkix-zkfUA/s320/DSC05483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac holding baby Wyatt. He is going to be a great help when our baby is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mRetigEBI/AAAAAAAABI8/vqz46SIeYHA/s1600-h/DSC05484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443041581460361234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mRetigEBI/AAAAAAAABI8/vqz46SIeYHA/s320/DSC05484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee is probably going to rip our babies eyes out, but we still love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-8488257148559481003?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8488257148559481003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=8488257148559481003' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/8488257148559481003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/8488257148559481003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/february.html' title='February.....'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S4mUxz-PPZI/AAAAAAAABKc/MTJC-tr_wbM/s72-c/DSC05518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-5539865939329057523</id><published>2010-01-27T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:42:43.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Boy</title><content type='html'>I don't think i've even announced on here that i'm pregnant, so here it is.  I am 20 weeks a long and we just found out we are having another boy.  Zac is very happy about that.  He told me he was going to be mad if it was a girl.  Kylee and I are about to be out numbered.  Anyway, it has been a miserable few months for me which is really no surprise because I get super sick with all my pregnancies and it lasts forever.  I am just now starting to feel a little better.  Thanks to everyone who has helped us make it through, so far when I pretty much couldn't function.  All the meals and taking care of my kids helped so much.  Thanks to my mom for taking care of me and my kids for a few weeks and thanks to Ben for pretty much keeping our house from falling apart.  I know I shouldn't complain because it is a blessing to be able to have children.  I am grateful for the 2 little rug rats that I have and can't wait until the third one comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901530149359420075-5539865939329057523?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5539865939329057523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=5539865939329057523' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/5539865939329057523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/5539865939329057523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a Boy'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-468562132463012114</id><published>2010-01-27T15:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:34:53.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DKlilD21I/AAAAAAAABIs/ibJWP0TUoHk/s1600-h/DSC05446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431563896895036242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DKlilD21I/AAAAAAAABIs/ibJWP0TUoHk/s320/DSC05446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee in her Christmas dress that Grandma Volmer gave her.  She loves to twirl in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DKlFobCQI/AAAAAAAABIk/8pfyri-Nrc8/s1600-h/DSC05435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431563889124509954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DKlFobCQI/AAAAAAAABIk/8pfyri-Nrc8/s320/DSC05435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben and Zac go nerf guns that they both love to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DKk7oWOkI/AAAAAAAABIc/ND1aw2oOb6Y/s1600-h/DSC05428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431563886439840322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DKk7oWOkI/AAAAAAAABIc/ND1aw2oOb6Y/s320/DSC05428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee's stash from Santa.  Gotta love her hair do.  Her favorite present of all was a purse and fake makeup/blowdryer, which she keeps inside the purse.  She loves to pretend to do everyone's hair and makeup and nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DKkPIh7MI/AAAAAAAABIU/zy74a1I-x8s/s1600-h/DSC05427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431563874495229122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DKkPIh7MI/AAAAAAAABIU/zy74a1I-x8s/s320/DSC05427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac got a snake, lego pirate ship, dinosaur mountain and various other things.  He was quite pleased even though he didn't get everything on his list (there were about 50 things on his list).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DKjgZhAPI/AAAAAAAABIM/KJ1809rD4dQ/s1600-h/DSC05424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431563861950005490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DKjgZhAPI/AAAAAAAABIM/KJ1809rD4dQ/s320/DSC05424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New boots and a lady bug night light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DJhfy68mI/AAAAAAAABIE/10I6ELeWlyY/s1600-h/DSC05419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431562727916761698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DJhfy68mI/AAAAAAAABIE/10I6ELeWlyY/s320/DSC05419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby Wyatt.  Jordan and Jamie had this little sweetie pie on December 12th.  He is soooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DJhLlKcFI/AAAAAAAABH8/bEOkVIkuhnA/s1600-h/DSC05416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431562722490347602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DJhLlKcFI/AAAAAAAABH8/bEOkVIkuhnA/s320/DSC05416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac and Kylee did a little christmas puppet show for us.  In the beginning they were Joseph and Mary and Wyatt was baby Jesus.  Zac did all his parts really well, but Kylee didn't want to cooperate and she kept yelling, so we called her mad Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DJgl5MkQI/AAAAAAAABH0/hZqHvrNKyCc/s1600-h/DSC05415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431562712373825794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DJgl5MkQI/AAAAAAAABH0/hZqHvrNKyCc/s320/DSC05415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating Christmas eve dinner with the family.  We were in St. George this year with my whole family.  It seemed kinda weird because it was 60 outside and sunny.  I'm used to having snow for christmas.  We had a nice time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DJgXRSeHI/AAAAAAAABHs/jOBa_HmL71E/s1600-h/DSC05413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431562708448344178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DJgXRSeHI/AAAAAAAABHs/jOBa_HmL71E/s320/DSC05413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben had a old micro machine set that he got out for Zac.  He loved it as much as all the new stuff he got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DJfiyVZBI/AAAAAAAABHk/sS1TDb0klGA/s1600-h/DSC05396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431562694359868434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DJfiyVZBI/AAAAAAAABHk/sS1TDb0klGA/s320/DSC05396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every december we go to the cactus garden/ethel m chocolate factory to see the lights and get a piece of free chocolate.  This was the only thing I did that was christmas related because i've been sick for 3 months.  Ben pretty much did the christmas shopping and decorated our house by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-468562132463012114?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/468562132463012114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=468562132463012114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/468562132463012114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/468562132463012114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DKlilD21I/AAAAAAAABIs/ibJWP0TUoHk/s72-c/DSC05446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-7273259695629598795</id><published>2010-01-27T15:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:12:40.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zac's T-ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DH5cJ9n1I/AAAAAAAABHc/rOWFi5QOY7A/s1600-h/DSC05187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431560940233269074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DH5cJ9n1I/AAAAAAAABHc/rOWFi5QOY7A/s320/DSC05187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac played T-ball this fall and had a great time.  They practiced once a week and had games every saturday.  They also got a trophie at the end which he likes to carry around every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DH4yQZzwI/AAAAAAAABHU/dnFKX6iARHc/s1600-h/DSC05211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431560928985992962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DH4yQZzwI/AAAAAAAABHU/dnFKX6iARHc/s320/DSC05211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most of the dads helped out during practice and the games.  Our main coach was Lenni (also one of the dads).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DH4tAPqXI/AAAAAAAABHM/5dWSnMV7FcQ/s1600-h/DSC05200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431560927576041842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DH4tAPqXI/AAAAAAAABHM/5dWSnMV7FcQ/s320/DSC05200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DH4PwvpRI/AAAAAAAABHE/QpEbQeMWHSk/s1600-h/DSC05198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431560919726400786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DH4PwvpRI/AAAAAAAABHE/QpEbQeMWHSk/s320/DSC05198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DH3gNbgGI/AAAAAAAABG8/HSF8NLPnAKQ/s1600-h/DSC05215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431560906961813602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DH3gNbgGI/AAAAAAAABG8/HSF8NLPnAKQ/s320/DSC05215.JPG" border="0" /&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/2901530149359420075-7273259695629598795?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7273259695629598795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=7273259695629598795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/7273259695629598795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/7273259695629598795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/zacs-t-ball.html' title='Zac&apos;s T-ball'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/S2DH5cJ9n1I/AAAAAAAABHc/rOWFi5QOY7A/s72-c/DSC05187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-6871171371764825213</id><published>2010-01-27T15:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:05:07.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901530149359420075-6871171371764825213?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6871171371764825213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=6871171371764825213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/6871171371764825213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/6871171371764825213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-3474371561375613273</id><published>2009-11-20T09:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:01:41.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylee's 2nd birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SwbYOtB4YcI/AAAAAAAABGM/hEwR9DjFieQ/s1600/DSC05357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406246149822112194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SwbYOtB4YcI/AAAAAAAABGM/hEwR9DjFieQ/s320/DSC05357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SwbYCG3fvGI/AAAAAAAABGE/j3mN2zdvhP4/s1600/DSC05358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406245933419576418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SwbYCG3fvGI/AAAAAAAABGE/j3mN2zdvhP4/s320/DSC05358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SwbYBtCp3UI/AAAAAAAABF8/s5N8DzcrC28/s1600/DSC05372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406245926487055682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SwbYBtCp3UI/AAAAAAAABF8/s5N8DzcrC28/s320/DSC05372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SwbYBWcDo0I/AAAAAAAABF0/dmKFK0spR0M/s1600/DSC05366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406245920419586882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SwbYBWcDo0I/AAAAAAAABF0/dmKFK0spR0M/s320/DSC05366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SwbYBP37cmI/AAAAAAAABFs/G8fkc_c97qE/s1600/DSC05377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406245918657442402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SwbYBP37cmI/AAAAAAAABFs/G8fkc_c97qE/s320/DSC05377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SwbYAqHHgJI/AAAAAAAABFk/4Ms8n3cOHGM/s1600/DSC05388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406245908520599698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SwbYAqHHgJI/AAAAAAAABFk/4Ms8n3cOHGM/s320/DSC05388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee turned 2 on November 8th.  She had a little tinkerbell party with a few of our friends.  She was so excited to have a tinkerbell party and open presents that she talked about it for days before and after the party.  I can't believe our sweet little baby doll is already 2.  Kylee is definently a girl because she loves clothes, shoes, makeup, purses and dolls.  She is also very independent, so we hear "I do it myself" a lot around here.  We love her and wouldn't trade her for the world.&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901530149359420075-3474371561375613273?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3474371561375613273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=3474371561375613273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/3474371561375613273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/3474371561375613273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/kylees-2nd-birthday.html' title='Kylee&apos;s 2nd birthday'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SwbYOtB4YcI/AAAAAAAABGM/hEwR9DjFieQ/s72-c/DSC05357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-6240923530903695910</id><published>2009-11-07T15:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:50:38.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYFqUblKkI/AAAAAAAABFY/OJMIRgPxxwg/s1600-h/DSC05276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401511027674524226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYFqUblKkI/AAAAAAAABFY/OJMIRgPxxwg/s320/DSC05276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac was a googly eyed monster this year.  He came up with the idea on his own and I wasn't complaining since I don't like spending a fortune on costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYFqOZtBHI/AAAAAAAABFQ/i6B0KQtKOyE/s1600-h/DSC05278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401511026056037490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYFqOZtBHI/AAAAAAAABFQ/i6B0KQtKOyE/s320/DSC05278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee was a Lady Bug and she really loved getting dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYFMRhTpxI/AAAAAAAABFI/mHh8CgTEH-g/s1600-h/DSC05288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401510511497160466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYFMRhTpxI/AAAAAAAABFI/mHh8CgTEH-g/s320/DSC05288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a ward Trunk-Or-Treat the night before Halloween and they got loads of candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYFMJPaAhI/AAAAAAAABFA/R7YMSWE0-_s/s1600-h/DSC05296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401510509274595858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYFMJPaAhI/AAAAAAAABFA/R7YMSWE0-_s/s320/DSC05296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Halloween we had dinner at the Derrick's house with a bunch of friends and then all the kids trick-or-treated in their neighborhood.  It was fun to see all the kids running up to the houses and then the look on the people's faces at how many kids there were.  I think we cleaned out the neighborhood candy supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYFL_DgW-I/AAAAAAAABE4/YHKlglI3QqE/s1600-h/DSC05324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401510506540325858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYFL_DgW-I/AAAAAAAABE4/YHKlglI3QqE/s320/DSC05324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYFLtn_fUI/AAAAAAAABEw/9XZFqSujJac/s1600-h/DSC05306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401510501861522754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYFLtn_fUI/AAAAAAAABEw/9XZFqSujJac/s320/DSC05306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac walked around swinging his sword and growling at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYFLGOFsaI/AAAAAAAABEo/Zwx0e-Qfrnc/s1600-h/DSC05330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401510491283894690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYFLGOFsaI/AAAAAAAABEo/Zwx0e-Qfrnc/s320/DSC05330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The day after Halloweed they had a dress up birthday party (for William) and I didn't want to paint Zac's face again, so we came up with something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901530149359420075-6240923530903695910?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6240923530903695910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=6240923530903695910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/6240923530903695910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/6240923530903695910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-09.html' title='Halloween 09'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYFqUblKkI/AAAAAAAABFY/OJMIRgPxxwg/s72-c/DSC05276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-24581483260022113</id><published>2009-11-07T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:33:08.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zac's Ocean Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYCUZypeVI/AAAAAAAABEg/khiaLhX6r5g/s1600-h/DSC05141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401507352621447506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYCUZypeVI/AAAAAAAABEg/khiaLhX6r5g/s320/DSC05141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac opening a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYCUDyKWsI/AAAAAAAABEY/YUKm3hSU0So/s1600-h/DSC05140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401507346713828034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYCUDyKWsI/AAAAAAAABEY/YUKm3hSU0So/s320/DSC05140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee's favorite part was the cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYCT35IywI/AAAAAAAABEQ/vsrnpDUqJmA/s1600-h/DSC05134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401507343521860354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYCT35IywI/AAAAAAAABEQ/vsrnpDUqJmA/s320/DSC05134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had an ocean themed party and his cupcakes had starfish cookies on top of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYBhrCFRuI/AAAAAAAABEI/im3AxQOE2qA/s1600-h/DSC05130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401506481076258530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYBhrCFRuI/AAAAAAAABEI/im3AxQOE2qA/s320/DSC05130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were 12 kids or more and it was wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYBhPNvkOI/AAAAAAAABEA/Eofi8N23fYw/s1600-h/DSC05122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401506473608974562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYBhPNvkOI/AAAAAAAABEA/Eofi8N23fYw/s320/DSC05122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our pool was a little small for all these kids, but they loved it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYBg4Ewi2I/AAAAAAAABD4/0MdWTpKQYOw/s1600-h/DSC05117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401506467397274466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYBg4Ewi2I/AAAAAAAABD4/0MdWTpKQYOw/s320/DSC05117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a big bowl full of sand with seashells in it for the kids to dig through.  They ended up spreading sand all over and getting it all wet.  It made a huge mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYBgX3rtNI/AAAAAAAABDw/tF5QabkfkFs/s1600-h/DSC05114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401506458752496850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYBgX3rtNI/AAAAAAAABDw/tF5QabkfkFs/s320/DSC05114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They ate lunch outside on a blanket, so I could save my house from pure destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYBgNaAhFI/AAAAAAAABDo/NL7C8rKZPgc/s1600-h/DSC05112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401506455943677010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYBgNaAhFI/AAAAAAAABDo/NL7C8rKZPgc/s320/DSC05112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zac's real birthday party was at Disneyland, but he wanted to have an ocean party at home.  At first I was just going to invite a few kids, but ended up inviting a whole bunch.  They had a really good time though and Zac got lots of fun presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-24581483260022113?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/24581483260022113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=24581483260022113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/24581483260022113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/24581483260022113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/zacs-ocean-party.html' title='Zac&apos;s Ocean Party!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvYCUZypeVI/AAAAAAAABEg/khiaLhX6r5g/s72-c/DSC05141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-793947659400370611</id><published>2009-11-07T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:16:37.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colton and Ashley's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvX-w1o5YyI/AAAAAAAABDg/5Fiq0g4lIGw/s1600-h/DSC04886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401503443086566178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvX-w1o5YyI/AAAAAAAABDg/5Fiq0g4lIGw/s320/DSC04886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvX-wscv3tI/AAAAAAAABDY/yVGoucMTuB8/s1600-h/DSC04867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401503440619691730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvX-wscv3tI/AAAAAAAABDY/yVGoucMTuB8/s320/DSC04867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvX-wPG4iFI/AAAAAAAABDQ/bhK_W0RGyCI/s1600-h/DSC04894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401503432743356498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvX-wPG4iFI/AAAAAAAABDQ/bhK_W0RGyCI/s320/DSC04894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvX-v2X6m-I/AAAAAAAABDI/dHTsIoP0EMc/s1600-h/DSC04852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401503426103909346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvX-v2X6m-I/AAAAAAAABDI/dHTsIoP0EMc/s320/DSC04852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvX-vmKYnfI/AAAAAAAABDA/M3wzuJxZO9c/s1600-h/DSC04856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401503421752188402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvX-vmKYnfI/AAAAAAAABDA/M3wzuJxZO9c/s320/DSC04856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother Colton got married in August to Ashley and i've never posted it, so i'm doing it now.  The wedding and reception turned out really nice.  Zac actually enjoyed wearing his tux.&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/2901530149359420075-793947659400370611?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/793947659400370611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=793947659400370611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/793947659400370611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/793947659400370611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/colton-and-ashleys-wedding.html' title='Colton and Ashley&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SvX-w1o5YyI/AAAAAAAABDg/5Fiq0g4lIGw/s72-c/DSC04886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-3853270063703561342</id><published>2009-09-29T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:15:34.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Grandpa Allen and Zac's birthday's Disneyland style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLsv4yzOOI/AAAAAAAABCw/XAQclZFpAwY/s1600-h/DSC05107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387128411731998946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLsv4yzOOI/AAAAAAAABCw/XAQclZFpAwY/s320/DSC05107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben and Jordan body surfing at the Wedge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLsvJLl4pI/AAAAAAAABCo/xFcfS5m3wQ0/s1600-h/DSC05097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387128398951080594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLsvJLl4pI/AAAAAAAABCo/xFcfS5m3wQ0/s320/DSC05097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee loved the beach. She kept running straight for the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLsun8w2LI/AAAAAAAABCg/HIaMWJ2lsEY/s1600-h/DSC05099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387128390030514354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLsun8w2LI/AAAAAAAABCg/HIaMWJ2lsEY/s320/DSC05099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac actually wanted to be burried in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387128382823130882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLsuNGY5wI/AAAAAAAABCY/nexZdnmDbeQ/s320/DSC05106.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Kylee likes to do everything Zac does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLstrSu7AI/AAAAAAAABCQ/lHJBAjl7Lmc/s1600-h/DSC05096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387128373748100098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLstrSu7AI/AAAAAAAABCQ/lHJBAjl7Lmc/s320/DSC05096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLrNxI4JPI/AAAAAAAABCI/gucVKeacvPo/s1600-h/DSC05089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387126726049932530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLrNxI4JPI/AAAAAAAABCI/gucVKeacvPo/s320/DSC05089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac is opening his birthday presents. Kylee didn't really mind that she wasn't getting anything until Zac opened up a pair of shoes. She is a true girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLrNSHiYZI/AAAAAAAABCA/yOI2QwyVSOM/s1600-h/DSC05088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387126717722812818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLrNSHiYZI/AAAAAAAABCA/yOI2QwyVSOM/s320/DSC05088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLrNKaPrxI/AAAAAAAABB4/5nHdKRgGXHE/s1600-h/DSC05083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387126715653795602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLrNKaPrxI/AAAAAAAABB4/5nHdKRgGXHE/s320/DSC05083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blowing kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLrMs1KdtI/AAAAAAAABBw/FxLbgBs2rcY/s1600-h/DSC05082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387126707713636050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLrMs1KdtI/AAAAAAAABBw/FxLbgBs2rcY/s320/DSC05082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac is showing Chip (or Dale???) his new Wall-e remote control toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLrMPHOJ0I/AAAAAAAABBo/zVrKEWdrh6w/s1600-h/DSC05080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387126699736311618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLrMPHOJ0I/AAAAAAAABBo/zVrKEWdrh6w/s320/DSC05080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tigger is the only character that Kylee actually touched. She liked seeing them from a distance, but was terrafied if she got too close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLqDLXlcMI/AAAAAAAABBg/-lqzm-ySXjg/s1600-h/DSC05077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387125444600754370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLqDLXlcMI/AAAAAAAABBg/-lqzm-ySXjg/s320/DSC05077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tigger wanted the Wall-e toy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLqCuO5sbI/AAAAAAAABBY/GHtP1E16zSk/s1600-h/DSC05072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387125436779704754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLqCuO5sbI/AAAAAAAABBY/GHtP1E16zSk/s320/DSC05072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see Kylee really was terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLqCIOYXmI/AAAAAAAABBQ/rUW2B9QiFzc/s1600-h/DSC05070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387125426576973410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLqCIOYXmI/AAAAAAAABBQ/rUW2B9QiFzc/s320/DSC05070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Jenna liked seeing the characters the most. Jay must be eating something good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLqBsQiPrI/AAAAAAAABBI/dMPo0xS-0d8/s1600-h/DSC05068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387125419069816498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLqBsQiPrI/AAAAAAAABBI/dMPo0xS-0d8/s320/DSC05068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLqBF0WAiI/AAAAAAAABBA/yr6jLebSwf8/s1600-h/DSC05064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387125408751026722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLqBF0WAiI/AAAAAAAABBA/yr6jLebSwf8/s320/DSC05064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Splash Mountain was one of Zac's favorite rides. He rode it 7 times. He rode almost all of the big rides (even Tower of Terror, which he didn't want to do again). In the picture is Jared, Zac, Nanny, Me and Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLoxSGpGSI/AAAAAAAABA4/7ByetIi9WJs/s1600-h/DSC05058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387124037659466018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLoxSGpGSI/AAAAAAAABA4/7ByetIi9WJs/s320/DSC05058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ate at Bubba Gump Shrimp Company (which was really good, but we had to walk a mile to get there and we thought it was only 2 blocks) on My dad's actual birthday, so him and Zac got ice cream and of coarse Kylee wanted some too. Thanks Al for taking all of us out to dinner on YOUR Birthday. I'm sure that was a great present (haha!!!).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLow3BGb0I/AAAAAAAABAw/QEoqqWXAryI/s1600-h/DSC05056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387124030388465474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLow3BGb0I/AAAAAAAABAw/QEoqqWXAryI/s320/DSC05056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Bugs land has a few cute little rides and there were no lines at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLowbQa16I/AAAAAAAABAo/8OotvOa937U/s1600-h/DSC05053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387124022936524706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLowbQa16I/AAAAAAAABAo/8OotvOa937U/s320/DSC05053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLov87fXsI/AAAAAAAABAg/-r-yiIrpX1A/s1600-h/DSC05052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387124014795677378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLov87fXsI/AAAAAAAABAg/-r-yiIrpX1A/s320/DSC05052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think that is the stick bug from A Bug's Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLovb6_EEI/AAAAAAAABAY/NS2aJ2lMVEU/s1600-h/DSC05051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387124005935190082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLovb6_EEI/AAAAAAAABAY/NS2aJ2lMVEU/s320/DSC05051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Dad and Jared outside of the Soaring over California ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLniQx8sRI/AAAAAAAABAQ/01TugQfyv8c/s1600-h/DSC05050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387122680094568722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLniQx8sRI/AAAAAAAABAQ/01TugQfyv8c/s320/DSC05050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another birthday treat for Al and Zac. We got to eat free breakfast in the Hotel because they didn't get us in the right rooms and Reebs let them know about it. It pays to open your mouth sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLnh_4KlQI/AAAAAAAABAI/WMABrhwfV3U/s1600-h/DSC05049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387122675557242114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLnh_4KlQI/AAAAAAAABAI/WMABrhwfV3U/s320/DSC05049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLnhUCI-gI/AAAAAAAABAA/tRv0qgRyhXM/s1600-h/DSC05046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387122663787919874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLnhUCI-gI/AAAAAAAABAA/tRv0qgRyhXM/s320/DSC05046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLngxU4GpI/AAAAAAAAA_4/CxswvMHxNWU/s1600-h/DSC05043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387122654471264914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLngxU4GpI/AAAAAAAAA_4/CxswvMHxNWU/s320/DSC05043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colton, Ashley, Mom, Zac, Jamie and Jordan waiting to be seated for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLngW6d10I/AAAAAAAAA_w/NI1hRLGCfb0/s1600-h/DSC05041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387122647381169986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLngW6d10I/AAAAAAAAA_w/NI1hRLGCfb0/s320/DSC05041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We wore poor little Kylee out several times, but she still had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLma__x18I/AAAAAAAAA_o/wiwYgQ1GWTQ/s1600-h/DSC05039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387121455818463170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLma__x18I/AAAAAAAAA_o/wiwYgQ1GWTQ/s320/DSC05039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I needed a rest, so we sat on these Mickey benches for a while. Zac was a die hard and never complained much about needing to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLmaqkcXJI/AAAAAAAAA_g/mUCM_g6JtXU/s1600-h/DSC05038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387121450066664594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLmaqkcXJI/AAAAAAAAA_g/mUCM_g6JtXU/s320/DSC05038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The famous Disney Castle, which we never get a good picture of. Ben and Kylee are standing a little too far away. My goal for next time we go to Disneyland is to get a good picture of our whole family in front of the Disney Castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLmaKDbf0I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/uXezaCIJ3rg/s1600-h/DSC05034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387121441338261314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLmaKDbf0I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/uXezaCIJ3rg/s320/DSC05034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Autopia was one of Zac's favorites last time we went to Disneyland, but this year he had bigger and better rides to do, so we only did this one once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLmZiAMj8I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/LWZJaQZTRxg/s1600-h/DSC05032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387121430587281346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLmZiAMj8I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/LWZJaQZTRxg/s320/DSC05032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inside of the Nemo-Submarine ride. This one is really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLmZC5VgPI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sCzj28b7mbY/s1600-h/DSC05026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387121422237008114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLmZC5VgPI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sCzj28b7mbY/s320/DSC05026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This makes me want to go snorkeling again or maybe try scubba diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLkPdGRSyI/AAAAAAAAA_A/5T00ANbtojE/s1600-h/DSC05020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387119058448632610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLkPdGRSyI/AAAAAAAAA_A/5T00ANbtojE/s320/DSC05020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got to see Mickey in his house. Zac was really excited about it, but Kylee wouldn't go near him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLkO7dF6tI/AAAAAAAAA-4/o3uGMB0tEMw/s1600-h/DSC05008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387119049417550546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLkO7dF6tI/AAAAAAAAA-4/o3uGMB0tEMw/s320/DSC05008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Disney Pixar parade is soooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLkOWegfFI/AAAAAAAAA-w/16YoibOUwfo/s1600-h/DSC05000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387119039491374162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLkOWegfFI/AAAAAAAAA-w/16YoibOUwfo/s320/DSC05000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLkN8dqKHI/AAAAAAAAA-o/_sqOwlIDY0Q/s1600-h/DSC04991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387119032508491890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLkN8dqKHI/AAAAAAAAA-o/_sqOwlIDY0Q/s320/DSC04991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is right outside of splash mountain. Zac is crying because he did not want his picture taken at that particular moment. I told him everyone would think he was scared to go on the ride, but he didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLkNY0-_YI/AAAAAAAAA-g/ZrNzqcgTg_A/s1600-h/DSC04989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387119022942649730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLkNY0-_YI/AAAAAAAAA-g/ZrNzqcgTg_A/s320/DSC04989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The treasure at Tom Sawyer island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLimQnV5vI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/qg49nM0VwQw/s1600-h/DSC04987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387117251211421426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLimQnV5vI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/qg49nM0VwQw/s320/DSC04987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inside of Tom Sawyer's tree house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLil-aUErI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/rtkC-XIAi3I/s1600-h/DSC04984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387117246324937394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLil-aUErI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/rtkC-XIAi3I/s320/DSC04984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't ask me what she is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLilc7488I/AAAAAAAAA-I/yY_4RG8yqto/s1600-h/DSC04982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387117237338960834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLilc7488I/AAAAAAAAA-I/yY_4RG8yqto/s320/DSC04982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylee was pretty much hooked to my Mom's hip the entire trip. She wouldn't let anyone else hold her or push her in the stroller. We started calling her Nanny's Tumor. If you ask her what her new name is, she says "Tumor Nanny". I'm sure my mom's back is still sore from hucking Kylee all around Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLik6rViiI/AAAAAAAAA-A/vNPanjPmSB4/s1600-h/DSC04976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387117228142725666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLik6rViiI/AAAAAAAAA-A/vNPanjPmSB4/s320/DSC04976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm glad Kylee decided to smile with me because Zac once again did not want to take a picture. What a typical boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLikRNQxKI/AAAAAAAAA94/QnnE6bR3Fzc/s1600-h/DSC04973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387117217010730146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLikRNQxKI/AAAAAAAAA94/QnnE6bR3Fzc/s320/DSC04973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is typical of what the whole trip was like. Zac wanted Nanny to hold his monkey tail and Kylee had to be pushed by her. I wonder if Nanny will ever want to go to Disneyland with us again. The next time there might be a few more kids in the mix and she won't have enough hands for all of them. Everyone says it's her own fault because she spoils them rotten. We had a really fun time and it was great to have the whole family there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-3853270063703561342?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3853270063703561342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=3853270063703561342' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/3853270063703561342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/3853270063703561342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/celebrating-grandpa-allen-and-zacs.html' title='Celebrating Grandpa Allen and Zac&apos;s birthday&apos;s Disneyland style!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SsLsv4yzOOI/AAAAAAAABCw/XAQclZFpAwY/s72-c/DSC05107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-6824094074614125443</id><published>2009-08-16T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:15:56.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Charleston</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SojYf6kl9GI/AAAAAAAAA9s/djFLgFFUFuw/s1600-h/DSC04708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370780598449599586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SojYf6kl9GI/AAAAAAAAA9s/djFLgFFUFuw/s320/DSC04708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SojYfXOqc4I/AAAAAAAAA9k/llWCmwYlrtg/s1600-h/DSC04710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370780588962378626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SojYfXOqc4I/AAAAAAAAA9k/llWCmwYlrtg/s320/DSC04710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SojYe-PrLZI/AAAAAAAAA9c/T19iKlhhuPQ/s1600-h/DSC04715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370780582255734162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SojYe-PrLZI/AAAAAAAAA9c/T19iKlhhuPQ/s320/DSC04715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SojYeF0woeI/AAAAAAAAA9U/qy4erYprDXU/s1600-h/DSC04719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370780567110459874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SojYeF0woeI/AAAAAAAAA9U/qy4erYprDXU/s320/DSC04719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SojYdhMsjZI/AAAAAAAAA9M/Sdsvz0hI7rc/s1600-h/DSC04714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370780557278743954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SojYdhMsjZI/AAAAAAAAA9M/Sdsvz0hI7rc/s320/DSC04714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We actually have a green mountain in Vegas.  It is really pretty and about 30 degrees cooler than the city.  We love to go up there in the summer to get out of the heat.  Zac and Kylee are both pretty good hikers and won't let us carry them.  Kylee's favorite part was all the dogs that people had up there and Zac liked looking for lizards with Ben.&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/2901530149359420075-6824094074614125443?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6824094074614125443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=6824094074614125443' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/6824094074614125443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/6824094074614125443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/mt-charleston.html' title='Mt. Charleston'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SojYf6kl9GI/AAAAAAAAA9s/djFLgFFUFuw/s72-c/DSC04708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-4406516388552747253</id><published>2009-08-02T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:43:01.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The month of July in a nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZF6IfVvSI/AAAAAAAAA9E/w4o65yrbv2k/s1600-h/DSC04706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365552871072185634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZF6IfVvSI/AAAAAAAAA9E/w4o65yrbv2k/s320/DSC04706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew, Olivia, Kylee and Zac are having fun playing in the water in our backyard.  Hooray that we have a yard (if you can call it that) now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZF5-cfi0I/AAAAAAAAA88/2_NIrT3jwJE/s1600-h/DSC04702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365552868375890754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZF5-cfi0I/AAAAAAAAA88/2_NIrT3jwJE/s320/DSC04702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZF5TLcwKI/AAAAAAAAA80/SolPIOWCgWw/s1600-h/DSC04701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365552856761680034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZF5TLcwKI/AAAAAAAAA80/SolPIOWCgWw/s320/DSC04701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 24th of Jyly parade in Fairview.  Kylee was not too happy about it.  I went up to my Mom's house for a week for my 10 year class reunion (which all of you who did not show up are in trouble) and a bridal shower for Ashley (Colton's fiance).  We went to 2 parades, swimming, palisade and lots of playing at Nanny's house.  I also took Zac to the Demolition Derby and he loved it.  He had to cover his ears the whole time because it was loud, but he still had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZDbZNm3iI/AAAAAAAAA8s/AJya7MkJzNY/s1600-h/DSC04692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365550143962013218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZDbZNm3iI/AAAAAAAAA8s/AJya7MkJzNY/s320/DSC04692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZDbGoJdKI/AAAAAAAAA8k/w8Tis9pUGM4/s1600-h/DSC04694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365550138973058210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZDbGoJdKI/AAAAAAAAA8k/w8Tis9pUGM4/s320/DSC04694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac really got into the parade this year.  He collected himself a full bag of candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZDaiwUMUI/AAAAAAAAA8c/9cIrm9t4B5A/s1600-h/DSC04688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365550129343639874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZDaiwUMUI/AAAAAAAAA8c/9cIrm9t4B5A/s320/DSC04688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee at Palisade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZDaXDH1YI/AAAAAAAAA8U/Vi9lweL3V6A/s1600-h/DSC04686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365550126201296258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZDaXDH1YI/AAAAAAAAA8U/Vi9lweL3V6A/s320/DSC04686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Palisade with my cousins Angie and Janakay and Angie's friend Tori and all their kids.  We rode paddle boats and swam in the lake.  It was lots of fun.  The next day Kylee kept asking to ride in the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZDZyH8xLI/AAAAAAAAA8M/fqTxjR-p2hw/s1600-h/DSC04681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365550116289430706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZDZyH8xLI/AAAAAAAAA8M/fqTxjR-p2hw/s320/DSC04681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZBtCEBxcI/AAAAAAAAA8E/yvwiqGR4WJk/s1600-h/DSC04677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365548247962207682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZBtCEBxcI/AAAAAAAAA8E/yvwiqGR4WJk/s320/DSC04677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac on Nanny's kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZBsloCbAI/AAAAAAAAA78/hTdlzI_V8fI/s1600-h/DSC04672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365548240328616962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZBsloCbAI/AAAAAAAAA78/hTdlzI_V8fI/s320/DSC04672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee in her new dress Nanny bought her at Lamb Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac kept begging to go to the "Dinosaur Museum" which is actually the Natural History Museum.  There is lots of cool stuff there, but Zac was most excited about seeing the life size dinosaurs until he saw them.  They made loud shreeking noises and he didn't like that at all, so we didn't stay in that part of the museum for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZBsUojpWI/AAAAAAAAA70/BNCeWfLWNrM/s1600-h/DSC04652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365548235767391586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZBsUojpWI/AAAAAAAAA70/BNCeWfLWNrM/s320/DSC04652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He covered his ears the whole time we were in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZBsJZagsI/AAAAAAAAA7s/rA39bNru6uM/s1600-h/DSC04649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365548232751088322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZBsJZagsI/AAAAAAAAA7s/rA39bNru6uM/s320/DSC04649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee isn't quite tall enough to put her head in the tank.  Zac looks like he' sin a space suit.  This is still part of the museum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZBrg_l1UI/AAAAAAAAA7k/VjjNu2SpkXs/s1600-h/DSC04647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365548221905360194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZBrg_l1UI/AAAAAAAAA7k/VjjNu2SpkXs/s320/DSC04647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Ben's parents house in Washington for a week over the 4th of July.  One of the days we went up to Mount Rainier and hiked up to the falls.  It is such a pretty place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZAN8_dAwI/AAAAAAAAA7c/RAcDUOEmRws/s1600-h/DSC04632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365546614513271554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZAN8_dAwI/AAAAAAAAA7c/RAcDUOEmRws/s320/DSC04632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZANVE-AlI/AAAAAAAAA7U/rvVqxrdTvZY/s1600-h/DSC04630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365546603798987346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZANVE-AlI/AAAAAAAAA7U/rvVqxrdTvZY/s320/DSC04630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josh, Erin and little Eliza came with us.  Erin was a trooper becaue she is 4 months pregnant or something like that.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZANECVmHI/AAAAAAAAA7M/-op75owxP-g/s1600-h/DSC04626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365546599224547442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZANECVmHI/AAAAAAAAA7M/-op75owxP-g/s320/DSC04626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZAMlx-dAI/AAAAAAAAA7E/TpSxqE1H598/s1600-h/DSC04622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365546591102858242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZAMlx-dAI/AAAAAAAAA7E/TpSxqE1H598/s320/DSC04622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee and Eliza were holding hands.  That was much better than when Kylee would pull her hair and not let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY-yGAjwlI/AAAAAAAAA68/5CZfuF3T9Lg/s1600-h/DSC04620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365545036385862226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY-yGAjwlI/AAAAAAAAA68/5CZfuF3T9Lg/s320/DSC04620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY-x_wDhlI/AAAAAAAAA60/I95bXYP4-Dw/s1600-h/DSC04617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365545034706028114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY-x_wDhlI/AAAAAAAAA60/I95bXYP4-Dw/s320/DSC04617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY-xCsYaMI/AAAAAAAAA6s/i1G91OMNz6I/s1600-h/DSC04614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365545018316056770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY-xCsYaMI/AAAAAAAAA6s/i1G91OMNz6I/s320/DSC04614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac actually hiked the whole way, but Kylee had to be carried most of the time and then she fell asleep on Ben on our way back to the car.  Ben caught Zac a frog and he was in heaven.  He carried it in a cup the whole time, but then a ranger came by and made him put it back.  He wasn't too happy at all about that.  We had another on that she didn't see and Zac got to keep it for a few days.  We had to leave it with his cousins when we left, but he really wanted to take it on the airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY-w0chguI/AAAAAAAAA6k/44xpBacEUdM/s1600-h/DSC04613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365545014491448034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY-w0chguI/AAAAAAAAA6k/44xpBacEUdM/s320/DSC04613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to fishhook river on the 4th of July and did a little boating and let the kids play in the swim area.  Josh couldn't fit into any of the life Jackets.  Gotta love Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY-wSaPurI/AAAAAAAAA6c/jKjDHen4L1o/s1600-h/DSC04605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365545005355088562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY-wSaPurI/AAAAAAAAA6c/jKjDHen4L1o/s320/DSC04605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY9GdqKdwI/AAAAAAAAA6U/j_VNSxTzmU4/s1600-h/DSC04607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365543187308508930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY9GdqKdwI/AAAAAAAAA6U/j_VNSxTzmU4/s320/DSC04607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms were so sore the next day after riding on this tube.  We pretty much had to hang on for dear life.  I wanted to wake board, but the water was really choppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY9GBJTshI/AAAAAAAAA6M/RtFDwM2YxnI/s1600-h/DSC04600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365543179654509074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY9GBJTshI/AAAAAAAAA6M/RtFDwM2YxnI/s320/DSC04600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY9FkK5aRI/AAAAAAAAA6E/6_Vt6rQKy3M/s1600-h/DSC04587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365543171876546834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY9FkK5aRI/AAAAAAAAA6E/6_Vt6rQKy3M/s320/DSC04587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee was begging food and drinks off of anyone who would give her some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY9Fe7XcSI/AAAAAAAAA58/MV2-VQkf-eU/s1600-h/DSC04585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365543170469228834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY9Fe7XcSI/AAAAAAAAA58/MV2-VQkf-eU/s320/DSC04585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY9E83MNdI/AAAAAAAAA50/8hBSq-hKw8s/s1600-h/DSC04582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365543161324910034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY9E83MNdI/AAAAAAAAA50/8hBSq-hKw8s/s320/DSC04582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY7mkrtr3I/AAAAAAAAA5s/RT8FDYn_JTo/s1600-h/DSC04581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365541539926617970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY7mkrtr3I/AAAAAAAAA5s/RT8FDYn_JTo/s320/DSC04581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a barbeque at Dave's house and the kids all had a blast playing in the little pool and throwing the water on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so hot in July, so we have to find fun things to do indoors.  I went with some friends to the Pump-it-up.  Zac loves that place and I thought Kylee would too, but she didn't warm up to in until it was time to leave.  Maybe next time she will like it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY7mXsalwI/AAAAAAAAA5k/D6i7RIdRQV0/s1600-h/DSC04562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365541536439899906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY7mXsalwI/AAAAAAAAA5k/D6i7RIdRQV0/s320/DSC04562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY7l7YxMEI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Y8it8FoIKdA/s1600-h/DSC04565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365541528841302082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY7l7YxMEI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Y8it8FoIKdA/s320/DSC04565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He can finally climb up those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ever I go on a girls night out, Ben takes the kids to Krispy Kreme.  That is Zac's absolute favorite place.  He wants to be a Krispy Kreme doughnut make when he grows up.  Kylee gets so excited when she sees the sprinkle doughnuts, but she won't eat it, she just wants to hold it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY7llLLo8I/AAAAAAAAA5U/Qj-8TNmgxbg/s1600-h/DSC04546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365541522878735298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY7llLLo8I/AAAAAAAAA5U/Qj-8TNmgxbg/s320/DSC04546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Another good indoor activity was going to the Shark Reef at Mandalay Bay.  Both of the kids loved it and Ben and I thought it was pretty cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY7lTsj6vI/AAAAAAAAA5M/lMHSifv3Pgs/s1600-h/DSC04451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365541518186900210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnY7lTsj6vI/AAAAAAAAA5M/lMHSifv3Pgs/s320/DSC04451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in a long time and this month was pretty action packed.  I know there are lots of pictures, but that's how i'll remember all of these times since I never have time to scrapbook anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-4406516388552747253?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4406516388552747253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=4406516388552747253' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/4406516388552747253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/4406516388552747253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/month-of-july-in-nutshell.html' title='The month of July in a nutshell'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SnZF6IfVvSI/AAAAAAAAA9E/w4o65yrbv2k/s72-c/DSC04706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-5072155978387706640</id><published>2009-06-20T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:10:58.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zac Can Swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e6bd74e020c464d8" 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://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6bd74e020c464d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329947530%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D662C4A92275FDC7A1F28BB75EEA19143CE68D745.1E47420CA995A74BB11E0058F902E5AFA89DAF48%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6bd74e020c464d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ4IFIKwOjr6Zi4rm2iyA7vfvxfg&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://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6bd74e020c464d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329947530%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D662C4A92275FDC7A1F28BB75EEA19143CE68D745.1E47420CA995A74BB11E0058F902E5AFA89DAF48%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6bd74e020c464d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ4IFIKwOjr6Zi4rm2iyA7vfvxfg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zac has learned to swim.  He practices at least once a day and often 2 or 3 times.  Kylee's not bad either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901530149359420075-5072155978387706640?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5072155978387706640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=5072155978387706640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/5072155978387706640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/5072155978387706640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/zac-can-swim.html' title='Zac Can Swim'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-4331135218268254122</id><published>2009-06-05T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:12:01.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zac's preschool graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinpjhCcddI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ut6Wodnd7iE/s1600-h/DSC04493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344059229225121234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinpjhCcddI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ut6Wodnd7iE/s320/DSC04493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac had his little preschool graduation last wednesday.  Stephanie Wickens made little caps for all the kids and they wore white shirts for their gowns.  Zac wasn't too excited about this part, but we had a fun pool party after that he thoroughly enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinpjS2K-dI/AAAAAAAAA44/1ojxg8tuYhs/s1600-h/DSC04494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344059225415547346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinpjS2K-dI/AAAAAAAAA44/1ojxg8tuYhs/s320/DSC04494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee ripped the tassle off of Zac's hat before it even started.  She has turned into a real pest these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinpjFjf24I/AAAAAAAAA4w/mzWhWtaOgwo/s1600-h/DSC04495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344059221847563138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinpjFjf24I/AAAAAAAAA4w/mzWhWtaOgwo/s320/DSC04495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac and his little friend Malakai.  They play together a lot.  The best is when they walk around my house saying "Tweet. Tweet."  I think they got it from some cartoon or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinpiwqfgkI/AAAAAAAAA4o/P2N8i98Lo-c/s1600-h/DSC04497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344059216239755842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinpiwqfgkI/AAAAAAAAA4o/P2N8i98Lo-c/s320/DSC04497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The preschool group: Hailey, Cammen, Malakai, Kawai, Collin and Zac.  There was another girl Chrissy in the group, but she wasn't at the graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinpiiKJ5AI/AAAAAAAAA4g/QQkxT4yjg9o/s1600-h/DSC04496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344059212346024962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinpiiKJ5AI/AAAAAAAAA4g/QQkxT4yjg9o/s320/DSC04496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The famous graduation march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sinof0uWwtI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/jXP1tyW0rr0/s1600-h/DSC04502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344058066278466258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sinof0uWwtI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/jXP1tyW0rr0/s320/DSC04502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They all had mats with their names on them.  That is where they were supposed to sit during school, but whenever it was at my house the mats all ended up in a pile somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sinof_P5cqI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/D08bzpqAokk/s1600-h/DSC04505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344058069103506082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sinof_P5cqI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/D08bzpqAokk/s320/DSC04505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is of Zac getting his diploma.  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sinofex_WhI/AAAAAAAAA4I/4X2i0LSIzd8/s1600-h/DSC04509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344058060388129298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sinofex_WhI/AAAAAAAAA4I/4X2i0LSIzd8/s320/DSC04509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kawai's mom made leigh's out of candy for all the kids to put around their necks.  Zac had his half eaten before we even got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinofDFav3I/AAAAAAAAA4A/J-AcnnK8bLk/s1600-h/DSC04516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344058052953423730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinofDFav3I/AAAAAAAAA4A/J-AcnnK8bLk/s320/DSC04516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The graduation was at Laura Ann's house (Collin's mom) which is huge and the pool was really cool.  Zac loved jumping off this rock wall.  He is quite the dare devil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sinoe2QsLyI/AAAAAAAAA34/Mfsh2LlTZrc/s1600-h/DSC04520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344058049511042850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sinoe2QsLyI/AAAAAAAAA34/Mfsh2LlTZrc/s320/DSC04520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee is pretty daring in the water too.  She is learning how to swim really well with her floaties on and she loves to jump in too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-4331135218268254122?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4331135218268254122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=4331135218268254122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/4331135218268254122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/4331135218268254122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/zacs-preschool-graduation.html' title='Zac&apos;s preschool graduation'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinpjhCcddI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ut6Wodnd7iE/s72-c/DSC04493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-192407666993363267</id><published>2009-06-05T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:17:25.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinlBLnRF6I/AAAAAAAAA3w/v9cHcbpeHE4/s1600-h/DSC04481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344054241311922082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinlBLnRF6I/AAAAAAAAA3w/v9cHcbpeHE4/s320/DSC04481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben and I celebrated my birthday by ourselves on Saturday night. We ate lobster, clams, mussels and halibut at Kings Fish House (very yummy!) and then went to Angels and Demons the movie. It was a nice break from the kids. On my actual birthday, which was Monday, we took the kids to an italian restaurant called Bucca Di Beppo. It was pretty good food and the atmosphere was fun. I wonder if we will ever get a picture that looks good of the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinlA_dJElI/AAAAAAAAA3o/TaOirD7Wfr8/s1600-h/DSC04485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344054238048227922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinlA_dJElI/AAAAAAAAA3o/TaOirD7Wfr8/s320/DSC04485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac took these two pics. Teri and Jason and their kids Andrew and Olivia came to eat and celebrate with us. It was lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinlAs55BTI/AAAAAAAAA3g/DVzhfO66gnc/s1600-h/DSC04487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344054233068537138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinlAs55BTI/AAAAAAAAA3g/DVzhfO66gnc/s320/DSC04487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinlAZPdsHI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/NWv9wteC3yU/s1600-h/DSC04490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344054227790311538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinlAZPdsHI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/NWv9wteC3yU/s320/DSC04490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The waiter made the whole restaurant sing happy birthday to me. I am pretty sure my face was bright red. If you look close at the picture in the background you can see a man with a huge pregnant looking belly. That really made me want to chow down.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901530149359420075-192407666993363267?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/192407666993363267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=192407666993363267' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/192407666993363267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/192407666993363267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SinlBLnRF6I/AAAAAAAAA3w/v9cHcbpeHE4/s72-c/DSC04481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-5014700621323999330</id><published>2009-05-23T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:54:28.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/ShjPt3V9zBI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/qWzK8h1bZJw/s1600-h/DSC04384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339245745104866322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/ShjPt3V9zBI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/qWzK8h1bZJw/s320/DSC04384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went up to Utah for my cousin's wedding.  It was going to be a quick weekend trip, but we ended up staying the whole week because Ben's parents were coming to Utah too.  This was Kylee's first time on the riding mower and she quite liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/ShjPtnWWj0I/AAAAAAAAA3I/xpBiFoiHKag/s1600-h/DSC04385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339245740811521858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/ShjPtnWWj0I/AAAAAAAAA3I/xpBiFoiHKag/s320/DSC04385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so glad I stayed longer because I ran into my long lost friend Lynn.  We were best friends all growing up, but she moved away in 8th grade and we lost touch.  This is her little girl Alyssa.  She is so cute.  Lynn looks so good too and seems so happy.  It was so good to see her again after all these years.  I should have taken a picture of her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/ShjPtUWbZkI/AAAAAAAAA3A/qoeOB52DJmY/s1600-h/DSC04392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339245735711565378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/ShjPtUWbZkI/AAAAAAAAA3A/qoeOB52DJmY/s320/DSC04392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom fixed Kylee's hair (i'm totally retarted at fixing her hair) and it looked so cute, so I had to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/ShjPtCscvcI/AAAAAAAAA24/loXtIy9tHD0/s1600-h/DSC04396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339245730972089794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/ShjPtCscvcI/AAAAAAAAA24/loXtIy9tHD0/s320/DSC04396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Mindy's house to see Ben's parents.  They were having a baby shower for Kiera that day too, so I got to join in on the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/ShjPBRTD7sI/AAAAAAAAA2w/hhrl1NPHcsE/s1600-h/DSC04398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339244978977894082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/ShjPBRTD7sI/AAAAAAAAA2w/hhrl1NPHcsE/s320/DSC04398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben's mom and Mindy bought twinner dresses, shoes and hats for Kyla and Kylee.  They looked so cute together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/ShjPBN9n4RI/AAAAAAAAA2o/u_8VMktZzJ8/s1600-h/DSC04404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339244978082668818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/ShjPBN9n4RI/AAAAAAAAA2o/u_8VMktZzJ8/s320/DSC04404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/ShjPA_tTaSI/AAAAAAAAA2g/eBmcVwCOw6c/s1600-h/DSC04408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339244974256122146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/ShjPA_tTaSI/AAAAAAAAA2g/eBmcVwCOw6c/s320/DSC04408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 generations of Volmers.  How sweet.  Ben's dad is doing much better now after a 3 month battle at the Huntsman Cancer Center.  We went on a walk up Provo Canyon and it was so pretty.  Zac thought we were in the jungle.  You know you live in the desert when your kid thinks utah is the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/ShjPApAjyMI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/KUgx2OZpFRc/s1600-h/DSC04410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339244968162871490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/ShjPApAjyMI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/KUgx2OZpFRc/s320/DSC04410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The river was really high and moving really fast.  We saw some kayakers and it looked so fun.  I think I would like to try that sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/ShjPAQLhuGI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/aqNz0BE30ts/s1600-h/DSC04411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339244961497987170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/ShjPAQLhuGI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/aqNz0BE30ts/s320/DSC04411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Zac and Kylee at Bridal Veil Falls.  You can't see too good, but I cut my hair off.  It doesn't even touch my shoulders now.  I was a little nervous to do it, but I like it and it will be so nice for the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was good to be at my house for a week and spend time with my mom.  I am also glad that we were able to see Ben's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-5014700621323999330?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5014700621323999330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=5014700621323999330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/5014700621323999330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/5014700621323999330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/utah-trip.html' title='Utah trip'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/ShjPt3V9zBI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/qWzK8h1bZJw/s72-c/DSC04384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-1636692951724503380</id><published>2009-05-04T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:19:45.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY NANNY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-325fff87d5f67f62" 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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D325fff87d5f67f62%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329947530%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75A58CA385B0A91EFE7B7EAA52D560BBEC9D6776.74AB15A1079538191A49BA7CF3BAE49AB3C2B85A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D325fff87d5f67f62%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPYTBXSr76bDwm-BJv6uBewp00mU&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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D325fff87d5f67f62%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329947530%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75A58CA385B0A91EFE7B7EAA52D560BBEC9D6776.74AB15A1079538191A49BA7CF3BAE49AB3C2B85A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D325fff87d5f67f62%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPYTBXSr76bDwm-BJv6uBewp00mU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;I only had to use a little bribery to get Zac to sing on camera.  We love you Mom and hope you have a great birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901530149359420075-1636692951724503380?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=325fff87d5f67f62&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1636692951724503380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=1636692951724503380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/1636692951724503380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/1636692951724503380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-nanny.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY NANNY!!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-7320280577005870130</id><published>2009-05-04T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:08:35.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels game and the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf84AsKeC3I/AAAAAAAAA2E/odO893K70Aw/s1600-h/DSC04321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332042068336184178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf84AsKeC3I/AAAAAAAAA2E/odO893K70Aw/s320/DSC04321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went on a spontaneous trip to California last weekend because Ben wanted to see the Angels play the Mariners (he is a Mariners fan, but the Angels are his second favorite team).  The highlight of the trip for Zac was his critter finding adventures.  He caught 7 snails and a crab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf84AcRnq1I/AAAAAAAAA18/tb4BoULVMbo/s1600-h/DSC04268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332042064071207762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf84AcRnq1I/AAAAAAAAA18/tb4BoULVMbo/s320/DSC04268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf84AMA_98I/AAAAAAAAA10/Mqd0D2v2f78/s1600-h/DSC04325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332042059706529730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf84AMA_98I/AAAAAAAAA10/Mqd0D2v2f78/s320/DSC04325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to downtown disney just to walk around.  Zac loved the little lego table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf83RHkqP0I/AAAAAAAAA1s/9uYj29sK9JY/s1600-h/DSC04317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332041251060072258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf83RHkqP0I/AAAAAAAAA1s/9uYj29sK9JY/s320/DSC04317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The weather was beautiful at the beach.  Kylee loved digging into the sand and putting it in her mouth of coarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf83Q0PwYuI/AAAAAAAAA1k/RFgIHh6uVbE/s1600-h/DSC04310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332041245872120546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf83Q0PwYuI/AAAAAAAAA1k/RFgIHh6uVbE/s320/DSC04310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She found this frisbee and would not put it down.  She kept putting sand all over in it and then dumping it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf83QtARiMI/AAAAAAAAA1c/QyxdrhiAGGk/s1600-h/DSC04305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332041243928135874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf83QtARiMI/AAAAAAAAA1c/QyxdrhiAGGk/s320/DSC04305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Salt Creek Beach which usually has a great place for tide pools, but the waves were so big that Ben didn't want to take Zac out there, so they went on a lizard hunt instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf83QUnHmVI/AAAAAAAAA1U/PF0gCluoDCI/s1600-h/DSC04300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332041237380176210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf83QUnHmVI/AAAAAAAAA1U/PF0gCluoDCI/s320/DSC04300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This beach reminded me of the Oregan Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf83QK2amYI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ruZvvo-uD3U/s1600-h/DSC04299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332041234759981442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf83QK2amYI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ruZvvo-uD3U/s320/DSC04299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf819VeobpI/AAAAAAAAA1E/W7ZGL69fBK4/s1600-h/DSC04296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332039811683872402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf819VeobpI/AAAAAAAAA1E/W7ZGL69fBK4/s320/DSC04296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac actually took this picture of us.  He is a regular photographer now I guess.  As you can see Kylee wasn't really into the game.  For the first half she wanted to walk up and down the stairs and for the last half she fell asleep on Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf819B7V4ZI/AAAAAAAAA08/uIljGtMWwYI/s1600-h/DSC04277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332039806435582354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf819B7V4ZI/AAAAAAAAA08/uIljGtMWwYI/s320/DSC04277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was really into the cotton candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf818yzPy8I/AAAAAAAAA00/toOcA3sy25U/s1600-h/DSC04275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332039802375097282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf818yzPy8I/AAAAAAAAA00/toOcA3sy25U/s320/DSC04275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac enjoyed the game for the most part, but he was more excited about the cotton candy and the fireworks at the end (he used to be deathly affraid of fireworks, so that was a shocker).  I love fireworks, so that was my favorite part, but I also love going to baseball games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf818z8fzYI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rDIxyQYXweQ/s1600-h/DSC04272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332039802682330498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf818z8fzYI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rDIxyQYXweQ/s320/DSC04272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had pretty good seats and the mariners won, so Ben was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf818uxUbnI/AAAAAAAAA0k/3G0raC4EgKs/s1600-h/DSC04260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332039801293270642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf818uxUbnI/AAAAAAAAA0k/3G0raC4EgKs/s320/DSC04260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was good to get away for a weekend and relax.  I'm sure we'll be dieing to go to Cali. more this summer when it's blazing hot around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-7320280577005870130?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7320280577005870130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=7320280577005870130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/7320280577005870130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/7320280577005870130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/angels-game-and-beach.html' title='Angels game and the Beach'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/Sf84AsKeC3I/AAAAAAAAA2E/odO893K70Aw/s72-c/DSC04321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-738809671499993426</id><published>2009-04-19T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:52:44.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SewJ78vAlWI/AAAAAAAAA0c/dW42I8zXWSY/s1600-h/DSC04224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326643384792683874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SewJ78vAlWI/AAAAAAAAA0c/dW42I8zXWSY/s320/DSC04224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to St. George for easter and had a really fun time.  I guess Zac wanted to give Kylee a happy Easter kiss or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SewJjXuY08I/AAAAAAAAA0U/eO9Luiw9kEg/s1600-h/DSC04218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326642962541106114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SewJjXuY08I/AAAAAAAAA0U/eO9Luiw9kEg/s320/DSC04218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is a new park close to my parents condo that is totally amazing.  Jenna and I were re-living our childhood on this swing.  Of coarse there were no swings quite this cool when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SewJjS4zosI/AAAAAAAAA0M/8NaN42TBTuQ/s1600-h/DSC04250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326642961242628802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SewJjS4zosI/AAAAAAAAA0M/8NaN42TBTuQ/s320/DSC04250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to some hill to throw the eggs down and Zac was in heaven.  We also went on a little hike after and Zac found about 50 paint balls.  Kylee was not too sure about the hike.  She would only let my mom or Jenna hold her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SewJjKm4OrI/AAAAAAAAA0E/qsCg9naMKAo/s1600-h/DSC04248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326642959019948722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SewJjKm4OrI/AAAAAAAAA0E/qsCg9naMKAo/s320/DSC04248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac is blowing bubbles and Kylee is trying to keep up with Molly (Jordan and Jamie's dog) on chewing up all the toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SewJi0761PI/AAAAAAAAAz8/7Qn_hM3wUDo/s1600-h/DSC04232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326642953202619634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SewJi0761PI/AAAAAAAAAz8/7Qn_hM3wUDo/s320/DSC04232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's so proud of his creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SewJiuDKCPI/AAAAAAAAAz0/T07OTBQHHj4/s1600-h/DSC04234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326642951353927922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SewJiuDKCPI/AAAAAAAAAz0/T07OTBQHHj4/s320/DSC04234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee can't decide if she wants to go in or out, so she goes out and comes in 2 seconds later.  She does this in repeated intervals all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to write about what Zac said when we were talking about why we celebrate easter.  I ask Zac if he knows why we celebrate easter and he says "because that's when Jesus died and then was resurrected"  Then I ask him what it means to be resurrected and he says "that's when your spirit comes back into your body" All this is stuff we have talked about many times, so i'm not surprised that he knows the answers.  But then we start talking about how lots of people were so happy when they found out Jesus was resurrected and Zac pipes up and says "Well when Mary went to the tomb and Jesus wasn't there she says 'what have you done with him?'" I am guessing he learned this in his sunbeam class, so he really does get something out of going to church.  I am affraid Zac is going to pass me up in a few short years.  We had a wonderful Easter and are so grateful for the atonement and resurrection of our Savior.&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901530149359420075-738809671499993426?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/738809671499993426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=738809671499993426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/738809671499993426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/738809671499993426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter weekend'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SewJ78vAlWI/AAAAAAAAA0c/dW42I8zXWSY/s72-c/DSC04224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-2737307639260081319</id><published>2009-04-02T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:26:21.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE FINALLY BOUGHT A HOUSE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVQ5xTBQHI/AAAAAAAAAzs/xelikSUPgJ0/s1600-h/DSC04195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320247488223985778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVQ5xTBQHI/AAAAAAAAAzs/xelikSUPgJ0/s320/DSC04195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We finally bought a house and moved in a week ago. I can't even tell you how nice it is to have some space and to not have people living above us. We have been in a 2 bedroom apartment for almost 4 years and with 2 kids it was getting a little cramped. It was a lot of work getting into this house. We bought it from the bank, so it was really dirty and needed new carpet and paint. My mom came down and helped me scrup the place for a week (my brother Jared and Dad helped a lot too, so thanks so much all of you for helping us so much). I should have posted some before pictures because it doesn't even look like the same house. This is our kitchen and I have so much space to cook now and store food. I'm in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVQrHOAG7I/AAAAAAAAAzc/s6P-kH8WA6c/s1600-h/DSC04192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320247236410481586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVQrHOAG7I/AAAAAAAAAzc/s6P-kH8WA6c/s320/DSC04192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is kindof the dining room area just off of the kitchen. We still need to get an area rug and maybe a new TV stand. I am loving the fire place. Sometimes in the morning when me and the kids are eating breakfast we turn it on for a few minutes to warm up the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVQqxPuNEI/AAAAAAAAAzU/tJMZgiv8las/s1600-h/DSC04194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320247230512116802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVQqxPuNEI/AAAAAAAAAzU/tJMZgiv8las/s320/DSC04194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the guest bedroom downstairs. Now if anyone wants to come and visit they will have a place to sleep. Jordan and Jamie were the first ones to try out the bed. They also have a little dog who loved our little doggy door. Yes we have a doggy door and no dog and I don't plan on getting one any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVQq_YhQXI/AAAAAAAAAzM/TOCs2BxxXH8/s1600-h/DSC04191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320247234307113330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVQq_YhQXI/AAAAAAAAAzM/TOCs2BxxXH8/s320/DSC04191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the view you get when you first walk into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVQqRrQhNI/AAAAAAAAAzE/PKGJkGMm71g/s1600-h/DSC04187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320247222037677266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVQqRrQhNI/AAAAAAAAAzE/PKGJkGMm71g/s320/DSC04187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our loft upstairs. It is huge and we spend a lot of our time up here. This room is one of the main reasons I wanted this house. Of coarse we still need a TV stand and some pictures hung up, but it's going to take me a while before I dare pound holes in my newly painted walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVPsVrDxsI/AAAAAAAAAy8/EM2vKsVXa9w/s1600-h/DSC04204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320246157958694594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVPsVrDxsI/AAAAAAAAAy8/EM2vKsVXa9w/s320/DSC04204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the master bathroom. I have always wanted a big tub. Our closet is really big too which is good since we have no bedroom furniture yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVPsVr3evI/AAAAAAAAAy0/_S1s-7bGoWg/s1600-h/DSC04188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320246157962083058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVPsVr3evI/AAAAAAAAAy0/_S1s-7bGoWg/s320/DSC04188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was supposed to be a picture of our master bedroom, but i'm not sure what happened. It's really big, but not that exciting because we have no furniture or pictures up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVPsKwypkI/AAAAAAAAAys/cvSjwAIpnws/s1600-h/DSC04180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320246155029947970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVPsKwypkI/AAAAAAAAAys/cvSjwAIpnws/s320/DSC04180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee's room is painted pink. It looks so cute. Her white bedroom furniture was mine when I was a little girl. I'm so glad my mom saved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVPr7EMNrI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Cr_OlU916L0/s1600-h/DSC04179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320246150816347826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVPr7EMNrI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Cr_OlU916L0/s320/DSC04179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This bed is what Kylee will sleep in when she is older. The day bed was also mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVPrhsnHeI/AAAAAAAAAyc/kyEQZH9HnEI/s1600-h/DSC04175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320246144006561250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVPrhsnHeI/AAAAAAAAAyc/kyEQZH9HnEI/s320/DSC04175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac is sleeping in a full size bed now and so far he hasn't fallen out. He has come pretty close though, as you can see. We painted one wall in his room blue and he absolutely loves it. When I was trying to talk him into sleeping with Kylee one night so my dad could have his bed he said, "But mom how will I see my blue wall?" I told him he could look at it all he wanted the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVO_V-dS3I/AAAAAAAAAyU/aFa55iMBtUE/s1600-h/DSC04197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320245384945945458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVO_V-dS3I/AAAAAAAAAyU/aFa55iMBtUE/s320/DSC04197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are some of the palm trees in our back yard. We have around 40 palm trees in our yard.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVOsBpTJVI/AAAAAAAAAyM/akaIiikx2mo/s1600-h/DSC04175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320245053070976338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVOsBpTJVI/AAAAAAAAAyM/akaIiikx2mo/s320/DSC04175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oops! Zac's room again.  (I don't know how to erase pictures once i've posted them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVOr6axadI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Sc2OLJDVjY4/s1600-h/DSC04196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320245051130997202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVOr6axadI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Sc2OLJDVjY4/s320/DSC04196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My kids play outside for hours. It is sooooo nice to finally have a yard (even though there is no grass). The cement patio is really big, so Zac can ride his bike, scooter and 4-wheeler out there. He can also drive his remote control car and draw on the cement with chalk. Kylee is even learning how to ride the 4-wheeler. They both love the swing too. Right now the weather is so nice, so it's fun to just sit outside on the swing and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVOratAOLI/AAAAAAAAAx0/AtfNOtr9X1A/s1600-h/DSC04198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320245042617530546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVOratAOLI/AAAAAAAAAx0/AtfNOtr9X1A/s320/DSC04198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think we will be spending the majority of the summer in here. This is a mini pool, which can also be heated for a hot tub. Ben and I have been in it twice already. It works just fine which was lucky because we didn't know if it even worked when we bought the house. I think we are going to have to refinish it soon though because there are little pebbles coming off all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVOq-Pmb8I/AAAAAAAAAxs/KgXU0uGc8c4/s1600-h/DSC04200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320245034978013122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVOq-Pmb8I/AAAAAAAAAxs/KgXU0uGc8c4/s320/DSC04200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun times in the back yard. We are so blessed to be able to buy a house. There is still a lot of work to do in the yard and i'm hoping to be able to get the outside painted in the next 6 months, but i'm very happy with our house. Thanks again to my mom, Jared and my dad for all your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-2737307639260081319?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2737307639260081319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=2737307639260081319' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/2737307639260081319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/2737307639260081319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-finally-bought-house.html' title='WE FINALLY BOUGHT A HOUSE!!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SdVQ5xTBQHI/AAAAAAAAAzs/xelikSUPgJ0/s72-c/DSC04195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-956635309476604343</id><published>2009-03-06T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:30:35.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun times at the homefront</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SbGBTxTPBMI/AAAAAAAAAxk/mW26Bgux18c/s1600-h/DSC04165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310167612298036418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SbGBTxTPBMI/AAAAAAAAAxk/mW26Bgux18c/s320/DSC04165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My neighbor Bonnie gave Kylee the cutest duck robe and slippers. She tries to get right back in the tub when I put them on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SbGBTuHxtII/AAAAAAAAAxc/l3gI9DrIHtE/s1600-h/DSC04167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310167611444671618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SbGBTuHxtII/AAAAAAAAAxc/l3gI9DrIHtE/s320/DSC04167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SbGBTA4i6eI/AAAAAAAAAxU/3zyyy_2gIMI/s1600-h/DSC04146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310167599301192162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SbGBTA4i6eI/AAAAAAAAAxU/3zyyy_2gIMI/s320/DSC04146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac got these wings at preschool because they were learning about bugs. He wasn't very happy about me taking his picture (surprise, surprise). Kylee loved wearing the wings, but mostly she wanted to bite them (another big surprise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SbGAQGXNjQI/AAAAAAAAAxM/OwB84P1z2Ik/s1600-h/DSC04137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310166449720757506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SbGAQGXNjQI/AAAAAAAAAxM/OwB84P1z2Ik/s320/DSC04137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Zac is trying to pretend he is a bacugan. If you have little boys you will probably know what these are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SbGAPg4cc7I/AAAAAAAAAxE/acGC_FkyKDo/s1600-h/DSC04130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310166439659598770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SbGAPg4cc7I/AAAAAAAAAxE/acGC_FkyKDo/s320/DSC04130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we have a little gangster on our hands???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SbGAPbtUEtI/AAAAAAAAAw8/o595eIgDly4/s1600-h/DSC04155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310166438270735058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SbGAPbtUEtI/AAAAAAAAAw8/o595eIgDly4/s320/DSC04155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee still hasn't mastered feeding herself, but she loves to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SbGAO3uuU8I/AAAAAAAAAw0/Q0CzjSX5T-Y/s1600-h/DSC04151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310166428612973506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SbGAO3uuU8I/AAAAAAAAAw0/Q0CzjSX5T-Y/s320/DSC04151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee is trying once again, while Zac is playing away on his xylophone that we made in preschool. It was my turn to do it and we had the letter X. My mom and dad helped me construct these magnificent instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SbGAOUxV92I/AAAAAAAAAws/H5Xs8rf7eIY/s1600-h/DSC04124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310166419228718946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SbGAOUxV92I/AAAAAAAAAws/H5Xs8rf7eIY/s320/DSC04124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My children are very busy and very messy. Kylee is into everything except her toys. She loves to dance and sing and whenever she hears any song she instantly starts spinning in circles (ring-around-the-rosies). She likes to babble, but doesn't say too many words yet. Zac has taught himself how to play on the computer (i'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing). He is always asking for snacks, so I don't know why he is so sinny. His new complaint is, "that's not fair". It's probably good for him to realize that fact now. Life certainly isn't fair, but we wouldn't progress if everything was easy. As hard as it is to be a mom sometimes it is also a lot of fun. I think if I didn't have kids I would be a much more self absorbed person. They force you to become better and put others ahead of yourself. They help you to realize what's really important in life.&lt;br /&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&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/2901530149359420075-956635309476604343?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/956635309476604343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=956635309476604343' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/956635309476604343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/956635309476604343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun-times-at-homefront.html' title='Fun times at the homefront'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SbGBTxTPBMI/AAAAAAAAAxk/mW26Bgux18c/s72-c/DSC04165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-3295059057438479326</id><published>2009-02-08T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:00:36.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zac feeds Kylee fun dip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SY-3Il9eqDI/AAAAAAAAAwk/rM7rjeyg1bY/s1600-h/DSC04116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300656644695173170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SY-3Il9eqDI/AAAAAAAAAwk/rM7rjeyg1bY/s320/DSC04116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SY-3IhoYemI/AAAAAAAAAwc/LHRpsj-X-U8/s1600-h/DSC04120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300656643532946018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SY-3IhoYemI/AAAAAAAAAwc/LHRpsj-X-U8/s320/DSC04120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SY-3ITqC4vI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Viibm2zMlKI/s1600-h/DSC04118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300656639781823218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SY-3ITqC4vI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Viibm2zMlKI/s320/DSC04118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SY-3IF1HBqI/AAAAAAAAAwM/kAqmuGdWliw/s1600-h/DSC04119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300656636070135458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SY-3IF1HBqI/AAAAAAAAAwM/kAqmuGdWliw/s320/DSC04119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other day Zac was eating fun dip and he decided to share with Kylee, which is rare for him.  She was loving it and everytime he stuck the stick in her mouth she didn't want to let go.  Both of them had yucky green mouths for the rest of the day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have to write about what Zac said to me the other day, so I won't forget it.  He was dumping his milk on the table and I got mad at him and told him to stop acting like a baby.  He just looked at me with a serious face and said "Well mom, you need to stop acting like a mad woman."  Needless to say I wasn't mad anymore after that.  I seriously felt like I was dealing with a teenager at that moment.  Maybe he will get it all out now and be a sweet perfect teenager, but I won't hold my breath.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901530149359420075-3295059057438479326?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3295059057438479326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=3295059057438479326' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/3295059057438479326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/3295059057438479326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/zac-feeds-kylee-fun-dip.html' title='Zac feeds Kylee fun dip!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SY-3Il9eqDI/AAAAAAAAAwk/rM7rjeyg1bY/s72-c/DSC04116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-6448549612040095801</id><published>2009-01-23T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:45:08.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big accomplishments!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e93a589d925ea4b3" 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://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De93a589d925ea4b3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329947531%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E09CBD75C401C137EFF016E62AE979955DD4684.6350D59D7DB3FCC35AC5BD1A889A0472408472B1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De93a589d925ea4b3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIrsA6VFxgJQ8KTI3dkXJp-QpaBE&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://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De93a589d925ea4b3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329947531%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E09CBD75C401C137EFF016E62AE979955DD4684.6350D59D7DB3FCC35AC5BD1A889A0472408472B1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De93a589d925ea4b3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIrsA6VFxgJQ8KTI3dkXJp-QpaBE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; Kylee learned how to walk about three weeks ago. Now that is all she wants to do. Yeah!!!  It's so much better than crawling.  Now she just needs to learn how to talk in a language that we can understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7fff9ed47f0f3fc3" 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.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7fff9ed47f0f3fc3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329947531%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33A3C12C99472632054190F8359F7713BDBC0797.75FB15A8BC029AE1D5B0ECE74D5841B7AD2F4360%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7fff9ed47f0f3fc3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dju22UFVOrhZLZXt63rraL5KVx7E&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.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7fff9ed47f0f3fc3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329947531%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33A3C12C99472632054190F8359F7713BDBC0797.75FB15A8BC029AE1D5B0ECE74D5841B7AD2F4360%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7fff9ed47f0f3fc3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dju22UFVOrhZLZXt63rraL5KVx7E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Zac has also finally learned how to pedal his bike and steer.  He loves riding now, but gets scared if he goes too fast down hill.  Sometimes he makes himself crash when he thinks he's going too fast.  We have decided he needs to start wearing his helmet and knee pads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901530149359420075-6448549612040095801?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7fff9ed47f0f3fc3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e93a589d925ea4b3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6448549612040095801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=6448549612040095801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/6448549612040095801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/6448549612040095801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-accomplishments.html' title='Big accomplishments!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-746263988211409202</id><published>2009-01-18T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:39:03.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reverence Child</title><content type='html'>Today Zac was the reverence child in Sacrament Meeting.  If you don't know what that is, it's where they have 2 kids come to church 5 minutes early and stand on the stand folding their arms.  My Mom and I have been pumping him up for it all week because I was worried that when he got up there in front of all those people he wouldn't want to do it.  Well he was so excited today and when we got to church he went right up to the stand, stood on his little stool and folded his arms.  It was soooo cute.  People would walk up to him and say hi or wave from the audience and he would just not or give a slight wave, but he wouldn't unfold his arms.  He kept looking back at the Bishop (I guess he was wanting to be noticed).  So here is the good part.  The first counselor in our ward got up to announce Zac and thank him for being the reverence child.  Then he told Zac he could go sit down, but he shook his head and said NO!  I was sitting right in the front waving for him to come down, but he kept shaking his head and saying no.  The Bishop tapped Zac and told him to go sit with us and again he said no.  I was mortified at this point and walked up there to get him to come down, but he wouldn't and I didn't want to force him and make him freak out, so I left him up there.  The whole audience was cracking up and finally during the opening song my mom went up and tried to bribe him with a car, which still didn't work.  Then she told Zac that everyone needed to see the bishop and they couldn't see him if He stayed up there.  I don't know why, but that's what did it.  He finally came down.  Needless to say Zac was pretty popular in church today because everyone was telling him how cute he was and how good he did.  Anyway sorry for the novel, but I really want to remember this one.  I was so proud of my little guy for being so good up there.  I can't believe he is getting big enough to do stuff like that.  I can't wait to see what he does when he has to give a talk or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901530149359420075-746263988211409202?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/746263988211409202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=746263988211409202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/746263988211409202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/746263988211409202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/reverence-child.html' title='The Reverence Child'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-7946279437810447674</id><published>2009-01-04T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:45:15.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGVm-sQz6I/AAAAAAAAAwA/UrM9wTBoKxY/s1600-h/DSC03981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287671934405889954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGVm-sQz6I/AAAAAAAAAwA/UrM9wTBoKxY/s320/DSC03981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac and Kylee in their new Christmas church outfits. Zac is a sunbeam now, so he has to look sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGVmo2Th-I/AAAAAAAAAv4/klVi0-eIpzQ/s1600-h/DSC03978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287671928542431202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGVmo2Th-I/AAAAAAAAAv4/klVi0-eIpzQ/s320/DSC03978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Santa brought a Wii to my mom's for Christmas and it was a big hit. Ben is begging for one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGVmJSAWEI/AAAAAAAAAvw/64Uyn793Br4/s1600-h/DSC03972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287671920068679746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGVmJSAWEI/AAAAAAAAAvw/64Uyn793Br4/s320/DSC03972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee got a stroller and a doll. She loves the stroller becasue it helps her walk, but as you can see she's not sure what to do with the doll yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGVlT_j6CI/AAAAAAAAAvo/osoImsd7g2w/s1600-h/DSC03963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287671905764239394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGVlT_j6CI/AAAAAAAAAvo/osoImsd7g2w/s320/DSC03963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac got a Gorilla Mountain (which he loves) and more cars from the cars movie ofcoarse. Him and his Nanny have been making a list of all the ones he doesn't have. Between her (my mom) and Ben, Zac will probably own all of them someday (thousands of dollars later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGUqVb4b_I/AAAAAAAAAvg/ox_CRAJc9YQ/s1600-h/DSC03960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287670892539178994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGUqVb4b_I/AAAAAAAAAvg/ox_CRAJc9YQ/s320/DSC03960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom gives all of the girls twinner jammies on Christmas Eve. She usually gets a pair too, but not this year. She used to do it for the boys too, but they all seem to be too cool for pj's, so instead they got little travel bags for their toilitries (sp?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGUp-3FynI/AAAAAAAAAvY/9zWh6n1_TVs/s1600-h/DSC03959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287670886479284850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGUp-3FynI/AAAAAAAAAvY/9zWh6n1_TVs/s320/DSC03959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, Dad and Grandma Roxey on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGUpUqMYVI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/wUaz82g_S6w/s1600-h/DSC03958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287670875150901586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGUpUqMYVI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/wUaz82g_S6w/s320/DSC03958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenna gave Zac a race track and he was super excited. Colton and Ben set it up for him as soon as it was opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGUo2i9h3I/AAAAAAAAAvI/MQXBvLyepo4/s1600-h/DSC03956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287670867067504498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGUo2i9h3I/AAAAAAAAAvI/MQXBvLyepo4/s320/DSC03956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee gets a telephone. She might as well start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGUoZrMgsI/AAAAAAAAAvA/DVEetlmSMaw/s1600-h/DSC03919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287670859317412546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGUoZrMgsI/AAAAAAAAAvA/DVEetlmSMaw/s320/DSC03919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made ginger bread houses one day and Jared spent hours making a master piece. The one me, Jenna and Zac made was so awful I didn't even take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGTOavAFSI/AAAAAAAAAu4/YUbRMtu1Mt8/s1600-h/DSC03949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287669313413584162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGTOavAFSI/AAAAAAAAAu4/YUbRMtu1Mt8/s320/DSC03949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haven't I said before all she needs is some wrapping paper to be totally happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGTNxW6xfI/AAAAAAAAAuw/HQRJRhsA44w/s1600-h/DSC03954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287669302306719218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGTNxW6xfI/AAAAAAAAAuw/HQRJRhsA44w/s320/DSC03954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac is supposed to be helping my mom and Jordan set up his mega blocks Ramone, but he looks a little distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGTNqZ2UgI/AAAAAAAAAuo/0l8CrFx7aZk/s1600-h/DSC03944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287669300439962114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGTNqZ2UgI/AAAAAAAAAuo/0l8CrFx7aZk/s320/DSC03944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a ton of snow at my parents house this year. We had a blast sledding, jumping, making snow angels, 4-wheeling... If you can't tell that is Zac and Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGTNCtSpCI/AAAAAAAAAug/hTYjrSPzf_E/s1600-h/DSC03942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287669289784091682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGTNCtSpCI/AAAAAAAAAug/hTYjrSPzf_E/s320/DSC03942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colton attempted to snow board with the sled. He's lucky he didn't break his neck. A few days later Jordan and Jared actually did hook up their snow boards and get pulled. It looked like more work than fun to me, so I didn't try that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGTMug_Q1I/AAAAAAAAAuY/6uHWa0q2Iyo/s1600-h/DSC03926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287669284363780946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGTMug_Q1I/AAAAAAAAAuY/6uHWa0q2Iyo/s320/DSC03926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee absolutely loved being out in the snow. She could have spent hours out there and been as happy as ever. That was about the only time she was happy. She has been pretty grumpy lately. She is popping her front teeth, so i'm sure that's part of it, but I think she's also frustrated because she knows what she wants now, but she can't talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGRTZwoFYI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_TM3czBev9I/s1600-h/DSC03923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287667200028054914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGRTZwoFYI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_TM3czBev9I/s320/DSC03923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a stud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGRS3HyHAI/AAAAAAAAAuI/h6cbY_wQa3M/s1600-h/DSC03917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287667190729939970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGRS3HyHAI/AAAAAAAAAuI/h6cbY_wQa3M/s320/DSC03917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGRSuKb-_I/AAAAAAAAAuA/0ndmS0iA86M/s1600-h/DSC03912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287667188325153778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGRSuKb-_I/AAAAAAAAAuA/0ndmS0iA86M/s320/DSC03912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a family party at my Grandma's house on the 20th. It was lots of fun. My grandma had all sorts of fun activities for us to do. The best was when my dad, Jordan and Colton acted like spiders. I didn't get a picture though because I was laughing too hard. Then my Mom and Jared and their group made up a hilarious song to Jingle Bells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGRR26n7_I/AAAAAAAAAt4/-erGHvgW1ec/s1600-h/DSC03903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287667173494878194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGRR26n7_I/AAAAAAAAAt4/-erGHvgW1ec/s320/DSC03903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin Brad has a little girl named Lizzy. She is 5 and so cute. Zac loved playing with her at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGRRv6n0uI/AAAAAAAAAtw/MifQD8dIAvg/s1600-h/DSC03871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287667171615822562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGRRv6n0uI/AAAAAAAAAtw/MifQD8dIAvg/s320/DSC03871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGP6X_F7NI/AAAAAAAAAto/3_2XL6DGCNY/s1600-h/DSC03896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287665670543502546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGP6X_F7NI/AAAAAAAAAto/3_2XL6DGCNY/s320/DSC03896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loved laying on the trampoling and getting bounced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGP6CHAZWI/AAAAAAAAAtg/QrcLSzZGKp8/s1600-h/DSC03889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287665664671114594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGP6CHAZWI/AAAAAAAAAtg/QrcLSzZGKp8/s320/DSC03889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The seesaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGP5ln8ATI/AAAAAAAAAtY/HJMVWKH4Eqc/s1600-h/DSC03886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287665657024610610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGP5ln8ATI/AAAAAAAAAtY/HJMVWKH4Eqc/s320/DSC03886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jared, Me, Jenna, Zac and Kylee. We are looking pretty good in our snow gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGP5MB_aII/AAAAAAAAAtQ/hytQuafDc3k/s1600-h/DSC03884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287665650154563714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGP5MB_aII/AAAAAAAAAtQ/hytQuafDc3k/s320/DSC03884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGP468gMzI/AAAAAAAAAtI/ktejMGqDXac/s1600-h/DSC03876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287665645568144178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGP468gMzI/AAAAAAAAAtI/ktejMGqDXac/s320/DSC03876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a wonderful Christmas at my parent's house. The whole family was there and we did a lot of eating, playing games (especially the Wii), more eating, talking, more eating and playing in the snow. We even attempted family pictures which is a chore when children are involved. I hope some of them turned out cute. Santa was good to us this year and our kids too. We also got to see Ben's parents for a few hours, which was nice. I love Christmas time because there is such a wonderful spirit in the air that you don't feel the rest of the year. Can you imagine how much better of a place this world would be if everyone was as giving and loving and kind as they are during the Christmas season. Our Savior is the reason we celebrate and sometimes that gets lost in the shuffle with all the gift giving. But that is really why we give gifts, to celebrate His birth. I hope that we can instill that into our kids at an early age. I am grateful for Christ and that he lived and died for us. I am grateful for my beliefs and knowledge of the gospel. I hope all of you had a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-7946279437810447674?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7946279437810447674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=7946279437810447674' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/7946279437810447674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/7946279437810447674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SWGVm-sQz6I/AAAAAAAAAwA/UrM9wTBoKxY/s72-c/DSC03981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-2681514819777886734</id><published>2008-12-21T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:27:40.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW IN HENDERSON!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6hORZmwyI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Ruob-2LuP7A/s1600-h/DSC03835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282336679513211682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6hORZmwyI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Ruob-2LuP7A/s320/DSC03835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got about 5 inches or so of snow last week in Henderson. It was strange to see palm trees bending because they were weighed down with snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6ew9fEQkI/AAAAAAAAAs4/vggym2NPCbA/s1600-h/DSC03847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282333976927945282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6ew9fEQkI/AAAAAAAAAs4/vggym2NPCbA/s320/DSC03847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kiddies made a snowman. Some parts of the valley got up to 8 inches. This was the worst snowstorm since the 70's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6ewSTBCPI/AAAAAAAAAsw/19WphgV53oI/s1600-h/DSC03830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282333965334677746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6ewSTBCPI/AAAAAAAAAsw/19WphgV53oI/s320/DSC03830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac and Kylee loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6evs-cnuI/AAAAAAAAAso/26jTCbAX_XA/s1600-h/DSC03826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282333955316293346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6evs-cnuI/AAAAAAAAAso/26jTCbAX_XA/s320/DSC03826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the snow was gone in 2 days.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6evEJdctI/AAAAAAAAAsg/7W29SKbWmBM/s1600-h/DSC03836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282333944356631250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6evEJdctI/AAAAAAAAAsg/7W29SKbWmBM/s320/DSC03836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2901530149359420075-2681514819777886734?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2681514819777886734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=2681514819777886734' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/2681514819777886734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/2681514819777886734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-in-henderson.html' title='SNOW IN HENDERSON!!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6hORZmwyI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Ruob-2LuP7A/s72-c/DSC03835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-5135242982971351818</id><published>2008-12-21T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:19:53.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Train Ride to the North Pole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6XdDeVySI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/4jQ2nQviLRA/s1600-h/DSC03807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282325938356734242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6XdDeVySI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/4jQ2nQviLRA/s320/DSC03807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went on another train to the North Pole (that makes 2 trips to the North Pole in one month).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6XcvZZ5qI/AAAAAAAAAsI/j8djegroNhU/s1600-h/DSC03806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282325932967323298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6XcvZZ5qI/AAAAAAAAAsI/j8djegroNhU/s320/DSC03806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6XcAE-irI/AAAAAAAAAsA/sdN9bsnMlEA/s1600-h/DSC03802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282325920265177778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6XcAE-irI/AAAAAAAAAsA/sdN9bsnMlEA/s320/DSC03802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6Xbk6KQsI/AAAAAAAAAr4/rZf3Q827a1M/s1600-h/DSC03783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282325912972051138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6Xbk6KQsI/AAAAAAAAAr4/rZf3Q827a1M/s320/DSC03783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the crew of tikes we took with us on the train. Total chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6XaHwCe1I/AAAAAAAAArw/DGABVC3JGmc/s1600-h/DSC03782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282325887965100882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6XaHwCe1I/AAAAAAAAArw/DGABVC3JGmc/s320/DSC03782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6WMGmxhBI/AAAAAAAAAro/iCeBouT5MzE/s1600-h/DSC03758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282324547628008466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6WMGmxhBI/AAAAAAAAAro/iCeBouT5MzE/s320/DSC03758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made a gingerbread house. What a masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6WLqocOlI/AAAAAAAAArg/DPhuuiin1kE/s1600-h/DSC03760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282324540118809170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6WLqocOlI/AAAAAAAAArg/DPhuuiin1kE/s320/DSC03760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6WKW-VZyI/AAAAAAAAArI/KGiZ0HbHBtA/s1600-h/DSC03748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282324517662058274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6WKW-VZyI/AAAAAAAAArI/KGiZ0HbHBtA/s320/DSC03748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Kylee kisses. With the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-5135242982971351818?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5135242982971351818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=5135242982971351818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/5135242982971351818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/5135242982971351818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-train-ride-to-north-pole.html' title='Another Train Ride to the North Pole'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SU6XdDeVySI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/4jQ2nQviLRA/s72-c/DSC03807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-3575333901668648270</id><published>2008-12-04T15:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:10:11.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SThqFodsL6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/5WVHlLqeEu4/s1600-h/DSC03700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276083608458375074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SThqFodsL6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/5WVHlLqeEu4/s320/DSC03700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Utah for Thanksgiving.  We spent all day at Mindy's (Ben's sister) on Thanksgiving.  Ben's parents were there and Josh, Erin and Eliza and most of Mindy's family.  We had a great time and ate a lot of good food.  I don't have any pics becasue I guess I was too busy visiting and eating.  We also spent most of the day on friday at Mindy's and then later that night we met my family in Salt Lake and went to Temple Square.  We stayed in SLC that night and didn't get any sleep becasue there was construction going on in the building.  On Saturday we shopped at the gateway for a while and then we met up with Josh and Erin and went over to help Ben's parents move their stuff into their apartment.  Ben's dad is going to be getting some kind of stem cell treatment at the Huntsman cancer center in Salt Lake, so they will be staying there for probably a few months.  Our prayers will be with you Carl.  After leaving Salt Lake we drove to Heber City and met up with my family again to go on a Polar Express ride on the Heber Creeper.  It was really cute.  They sang christmas songs, read the Polar Express story and got to see Mrs. Clause and Santa Clause.  Kylee really liked the bell that Santa gave her.  It was so good to see both of our families.  We really do have a lot to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SThqFcvF73I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/LZq7gKk-1qU/s1600-h/DSC03698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276083605310140274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SThqFcvF73I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/LZq7gKk-1qU/s320/DSC03698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac had a great time going to the "North Pole"  He was happy to finally see Santa.  Mrs. Clause came on the train first and Zac said "I want to see the boy one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SThqFNTZt9I/AAAAAAAAAqI/e9xog7D_WAE/s1600-h/DSC03692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276083601167464402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SThqFNTZt9I/AAAAAAAAAqI/e9xog7D_WAE/s320/DSC03692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We sang the 12 days of christmas and Zac got to hold up the sign for 7 swans a swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276083590527390930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SThqElqnFNI/AAAAAAAAAqA/2m-YjGte-IM/s320/DSC03673.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Of course Zac had to sit with his Nanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SThqEWlebwI/AAAAAAAAAp4/xfOUxiFrLPg/s1600-h/DSC03664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276083586479320834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SThqEWlebwI/AAAAAAAAAp4/xfOUxiFrLPg/s320/DSC03664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ate at Claim Jumper before boarding the Polar Express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SThoxDmf3TI/AAAAAAAAApw/2_Hd7ycedFc/s1600-h/DSC03666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276082155454192946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SThoxDmf3TI/AAAAAAAAApw/2_Hd7ycedFc/s320/DSC03666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone in my family was there.  It was really fun and Jordan (being sarcastic of coarse)  informed my mom that he wanted to go on the Polar Express every year instead of going snowboarding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SThow9NKmzI/AAAAAAAAApo/nHqvfZYWtoA/s1600-h/DSC03644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276082153737329458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SThow9NKmzI/AAAAAAAAApo/nHqvfZYWtoA/s320/DSC03644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the lights at Temple Square.  It's hard to capture how beautiful the lights really look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SThowmIVuMI/AAAAAAAAApg/pV6YRDHcgT8/s1600-h/DSC03638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276082147543070914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SThowmIVuMI/AAAAAAAAApg/pV6YRDHcgT8/s320/DSC03638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't the temple beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SThowMh6nAI/AAAAAAAAApY/BCHCEVibQjU/s1600-h/DSC03628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276082140671024130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SThowMh6nAI/AAAAAAAAApY/BCHCEVibQjU/s320/DSC03628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylee finally mastered going up and down the stairs.  That's all she wanted to do at my mom's house and at Mindy's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SThov7b1C2I/AAAAAAAAApQ/5rLeFKET0gw/s1600-h/DSC03625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276082136082090850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SThov7b1C2I/AAAAAAAAApQ/5rLeFKET0gw/s320/DSC03625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee, Eliza and Kyla.  The fabulous threesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zac singing "Book of Mormon Stories"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d7f119666abbf3dd" 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.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd7f119666abbf3dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329947531%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F9891A8F92B9CC3344BF019CA786F8A0167F8B8.40DE52CA16AF2FFD074BB1D73ED4B64EA2412C49%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd7f119666abbf3dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D898MWIrQDOsIUvnEFkqkmb6xOSo&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.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd7f119666abbf3dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329947531%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F9891A8F92B9CC3344BF019CA786F8A0167F8B8.40DE52CA16AF2FFD074BB1D73ED4B64EA2412C49%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd7f119666abbf3dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D898MWIrQDOsIUvnEFkqkmb6xOSo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901530149359420075-3575333901668648270?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d7f119666abbf3dd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3575333901668648270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=3575333901668648270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/3575333901668648270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/3575333901668648270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-weekend.html' title='Thanksgiving weekend'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SThqFodsL6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/5WVHlLqeEu4/s72-c/DSC03700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-4093666208945776940</id><published>2008-11-24T14:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:46:11.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>Okay so I saw the movie Twilight last friday and I loved it. I'll admit it I am one of the millions who are pathetically in love with Edward Cullin (Don't worry Ben you're still my true love). I wasn't sure about the guy they chose to play his part, but after seeing the movie I think he was PERFECT. How would it be to have someone love you that much and with so much intensity and he is soooo sweet to Bella. I mean I know Ben loves me and all, but wow! I thought I might be disappointed by the movie becasue the books were so good and usually the movie is never as good. I wasn't disappointed at all except for the fact that I wanted it to be longer so that we could get to know all the other characters (especially the Cullen family) better. Let's face it though they would have had to make the movie like 5 hours if they wanted to add everything. Some of my favorite scenes were when the Cullen's play baseball, and of coarse Bella and Edward's first kiss. I also loved it when Edward picked Bella up for school and everyone is staring at them and he puts his arm around her and says something about how he is going to hell anyway. There were so many scenes I loved and a few missing that I wish would have been there, but overall I was very happy with the movie. I think the reason people love these books so much is because it makes you want to be in love or it takes you back to when you first fell in love. Everything is so exciting when you first fall in love with someone. I remember when I first met Ben and whenever I would see him I would get so excited and nervous. I thought he was perfect. Sometimes it's good to go back to that after you've been married for a while and you've realized that he's not perfect and not everything he does is so sweet like you thought it was when you were dating. I am still totally in love with Ben, but love changes and it's not that same take your breath away excitement when you see that person or kiss them for the first time or whatever. I'm probably not making much sense, but in my head I know what i'm trying to say. Ben is totally going to make fun of me after he reads this. He already thinks i'm a dork for staying up until the crack of dawn to read these books. At least I didn't attempt going to the midnight showing. I mean I had enough stamina to wait until Friday night. I really hope they continue to make movies of the other books. Anyway, I would love to hear anyone else's opinion on the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901530149359420075-4093666208945776940?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4093666208945776940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=4093666208945776940' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/4093666208945776940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/4093666208945776940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-5808142194342189171</id><published>2008-11-17T14:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:36:37.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben turns 30 AHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SSH08dzRpbI/AAAAAAAAApI/zQhZNh5SNl4/s1600-h/DSC03587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269762358629213618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SSH08dzRpbI/AAAAAAAAApI/zQhZNh5SNl4/s320/DSC03587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben turned 30 on November 10th.  That was a monday, so he had to work all day and I had to watch 4 kids that night.  To make up for it Me, Zac and Kylee took him to lunch.  We also decorated his car and made him his favorite carmel brownies to have when he got home.  My dad and my brother Jordan were actually in town, so they celebrated with us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SSH08D_k_pI/AAAAAAAAApA/ijrIYNlrwyg/s1600-h/DSC03588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269762351701491346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SSH08D_k_pI/AAAAAAAAApA/ijrIYNlrwyg/s320/DSC03588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac had to help Ben blow out the candles.  He also opened all of Ben's presents.  Once you have kids even your birthdays aren't your own anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SSH076YeUJI/AAAAAAAAAo4/8YoeJfqGxcY/s1600-h/DSC03582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269762349121556626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SSH076YeUJI/AAAAAAAAAo4/8YoeJfqGxcY/s320/DSC03582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac had a blast playing on the hood of Ben's car while I doctored it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got tagged a while ago and I thought this would be a good time to post my &lt;strong&gt;HUSBAND BRAG TAG!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Where did you meet?&lt;/strong&gt; At Retrix (Rexburg's version of a club; it was country dancing night). My roomate Ang and I snuck out after curfew. I actually danced with Ben's roomate Brant, but I did meet Ben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;How long did you date before you were married&lt;/strong&gt;? We knew each other for over 2 years, but we only actually officially dated for a year and a half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;How long have you been married?&lt;/strong&gt; 61/2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;What is the one thing he does that surprises you?&lt;/strong&gt; He can sing just about any rap song there is word for word.  (probably not the stuff that's been out in the last 8 years because he doesn't listen to rap anymore thankfully).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite feature about him? &lt;/strong&gt;His eyes and his jaw line (that's kind of random)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite quality about him? &lt;/strong&gt;His love and knowledge of the gospel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.&lt;strong&gt; Does he have a nickname for you? &lt;/strong&gt;Not really.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;What's his favorite color? &lt;/strong&gt;Red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;What is his favorite food? &lt;/strong&gt;Indian or Thai food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;What is his favorite sport? &lt;/strong&gt;He loves all sports during their season, but I think basketball is his very favorite (to watch and to play).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Who said "I love you" first? &lt;/strong&gt;Ben; we were in my parents basement talking and it was like 3 in the morning.  He was really embarassed, but he said "Steph I think i'm falling in love with you."  It was really sweet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;When and where was your first kiss? &lt;/strong&gt;I hate to admit this one, but we were actually driving in my car with a bunch of other people playing truth or dare.  It was mostly silly stuff, but I ended up sitting on Ben's lap while he was driving and we had to kiss for like 5 seconds or something.  We weren't even dating at this point, but I think we both kindof liked each other.  I was super embarassed, but I must admit I was like 'wow he is a really good kisser'.  What's really annoying is that neither of us can remember when we kissed for the first time on our own free will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite thing to do as a couple? &lt;/strong&gt;Going out to eat is probably our very favorite, but we also like to go on drives and walks, and lately we like to set up Ben's lap top in our room and watch a movie after we put our kids to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Do you have any kids? &lt;/strong&gt;Yes; a boy (Zac) and a girl (Kylee).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;What is a hidden talent of his? &lt;/strong&gt;He can play the guitar pretty well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;How old is he? &lt;/strong&gt;30 (haha!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;What do you admire most about him?&lt;/strong&gt; The fact that he would rather hang out with me and the kids than do anything else.  He really loves his family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;What is his favorite past time? &lt;/strong&gt;He loves to read or watch sports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;What is his favorite kind of music? &lt;/strong&gt;He likes all types of music, but country is probably his favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Do you think he will read this? &lt;/strong&gt;Yes; he actually likes to check our blog every once in a while.&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/2901530149359420075-5808142194342189171?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5808142194342189171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=5808142194342189171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/5808142194342189171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/5808142194342189171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/ben-turns-30-ahhh.html' title='Ben turns 30 AHHH!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SSH08dzRpbI/AAAAAAAAApI/zQhZNh5SNl4/s72-c/DSC03587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-5480743560248438292</id><published>2008-11-09T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:52:55.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylee's 1st birthday!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfGE1VkA5I/AAAAAAAAAow/0RQXl8TYZ48/s1600-h/DSC03484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266896075572380562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfGE1VkA5I/AAAAAAAAAow/0RQXl8TYZ48/s320/DSC03484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know where this year went.  I can't believe Kylee is already 1.  She is growing up way too fast.  We are so lucky to have her sweet little spirit in our lives.  I just had to dress her up to be the "Queen of the day".  She only lasted about 5 minutes in this dress because it hinders her crawling abilities and she gets quite upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfGEUPWfOI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5Tgj2vBGwbk/s1600-h/DSC03486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266896066687958242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfGEUPWfOI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5Tgj2vBGwbk/s320/DSC03486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfGELNBPFI/AAAAAAAAAog/mQD-pJZHulQ/s1600-h/DSC03479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266896064262257746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfGELNBPFI/AAAAAAAAAog/mQD-pJZHulQ/s320/DSC03479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfGDrM03vI/AAAAAAAAAoY/j5j-0AZo9Gc/s1600-h/DSC03477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266896055671512818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfGDrM03vI/AAAAAAAAAoY/j5j-0AZo9Gc/s320/DSC03477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The crown lasted less than 5 minutes, but atleast she was a good sport for a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfGDc-MJQI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ezUcu_j2LLk/s1600-h/DSC03491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266896051852027138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfGDc-MJQI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ezUcu_j2LLk/s320/DSC03491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think she's eyeing her present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfDtj8ylII/AAAAAAAAAoI/zN5ZexCIgQo/s1600-h/DSC03541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266893476744828034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfDtj8ylII/AAAAAAAAAoI/zN5ZexCIgQo/s320/DSC03541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kylee is preparing to eat her first cupcake ever.  She actually picked out the one she wanted by sticking her feet into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfDtOK0eqI/AAAAAAAAAoA/km6e5GXBcSo/s1600-h/DSC03538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266893470898092706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfDtOK0eqI/AAAAAAAAAoA/km6e5GXBcSo/s320/DSC03538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did a butterfly/flower theme.  After I made these I didn't want anyone to eat them.  All that work goes down the drain in 2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfDsin53UI/AAAAAAAAAn4/wzqR8FWjOps/s1600-h/DSC03545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266893459208920386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfDsin53UI/AAAAAAAAAn4/wzqR8FWjOps/s320/DSC03545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac was feeling like he needed to help Kylee pose.  I thought he was going to be really jealous and stuff, but he was actually extra nice to her on her birthday and he wasn't sad at all about her getting all the presents.  He just couldn't wait to eat cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfDCGqLCoI/AAAAAAAAAnw/P95JbnphYX8/s1600-h/DSC03548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266892730147736194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfDCGqLCoI/AAAAAAAAAnw/P95JbnphYX8/s320/DSC03548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Kylee decided to touch the fire.  I think it burned her finger a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfDBqumC8I/AAAAAAAAAno/n2qGNbpCkT8/s1600-h/DSC03551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266892722650090434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfDBqumC8I/AAAAAAAAAno/n2qGNbpCkT8/s320/DSC03551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep. Pretty sure it burned her finger.  She never cries unless there is good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfDBdsBmyI/AAAAAAAAAng/5cxsRybZxco/s1600-h/DSC03562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266892719149652770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfDBdsBmyI/AAAAAAAAAng/5cxsRybZxco/s320/DSC03562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She got over the candle incident pretty quick and dove right into her cupcake.  She just learned to feed herself about a week ago.  That was good timing because it would have been kinda lame if I had to feed it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfDBEx3jrI/AAAAAAAAAnY/QNRVGIBeGZ4/s1600-h/DSC03563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266892712463273650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfDBEx3jrI/AAAAAAAAAnY/QNRVGIBeGZ4/s320/DSC03563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think she likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfDA-Kdt-I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/9jPW3Uoe0YY/s1600-h/DSC03575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266892710687389666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfDA-Kdt-I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/9jPW3Uoe0YY/s320/DSC03575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what Ben and I gave her.  Zac loved it as much as Kylee, so I guess it was a hit.  Zac says he's sharing it with her.  What a sweet brother to share her own toy with her (haha!!).  By the way Zac is in his underwear because he decided he needed a bath while the rest of us were eating and getting ready for the cupcake feast.  I had to bribe him to get out and join us.  He wanted to be naked, but I made him at least put his undies on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had the Zastrows, the Parsons and our neighbor Bonnie over to eat cupcakes and sing happy birthday to Kylee with us.  I'm glad we have such good friends here to celebrate special occasions with us when our families can't be here.  We love and miss all of you and hope you enjoy our recap of the big ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2901530149359420075-5480743560248438292?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5480743560248438292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=5480743560248438292' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/5480743560248438292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/5480743560248438292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/kylees-1st-birthday.html' title='Kylee&apos;s 1st birthday!!!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SRfGE1VkA5I/AAAAAAAAAow/0RQXl8TYZ48/s72-c/DSC03484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-5846043868821356306</id><published>2008-11-01T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:05:29.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween party #4 (The real thing)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzeeKnK2gI/AAAAAAAAAnI/lmxC3ifbUao/s1600-h/DSC03421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263826674315352578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzeeKnK2gI/AAAAAAAAAnI/lmxC3ifbUao/s320/DSC03421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So i'm officially halloweened out.  We actually went to 5 parties because we went to a little carnival at the library on thursday night.  I didn't bring my camera to that one thank goodness.  Last night I took the kids to this place up in Anthem where they had bounce houses, games and lots of trick or treating.  Zac got tons of candy, so I have to hide it now or else he would eat it all.  I only let him have 3 small candies last night and when he woke up this morning he said his tummy hurt.  I think a week of partying and treats must have got to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzeXKcSbJI/AAAAAAAAAnA/NIWR8eetdM0/s1600-h/DSC03425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263826554010627218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzeXKcSbJI/AAAAAAAAAnA/NIWR8eetdM0/s320/DSC03425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were making animals out of balloons for the kids and of coarse Zac wanted a bat.  It was really cute but we had to wait in line for 30 minutes and then Zac only played with it for like 30 seconds and gave it to me to hold while he went trick or treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzeW7WHZMI/AAAAAAAAAm4/g0FRXhXVZFY/s1600-h/DSC03420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263826549958206658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzeW7WHZMI/AAAAAAAAAm4/g0FRXhXVZFY/s320/DSC03420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzeWr-bHQI/AAAAAAAAAmw/BXFL6vHs47s/s1600-h/DSC03428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263826545832303874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzeWr-bHQI/AAAAAAAAAmw/BXFL6vHs47s/s320/DSC03428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This place was decorated really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzeWSQqerI/AAAAAAAAAmo/OovrLSiGtiI/s1600-h/DSC03433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263826538929486514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzeWSQqerI/AAAAAAAAAmo/OovrLSiGtiI/s320/DSC03433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the only picture we could get of these two together.  Kylee won't hold still long enough to sit by Zac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzeVTCDGKI/AAAAAAAAAmg/lhaJkPhvn5Q/s1600-h/DSC03434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263826521956751522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzeVTCDGKI/AAAAAAAAAmg/lhaJkPhvn5Q/s320/DSC03434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben missed the festivities.  When he got off work he was supposed to call me so I could give him directions.  Well I guess he tried like five times and for some reason my phone didn't ring.  He tried to find it himself, but failed.  He was actually only a few blocks away.  Anyway by the time I called him to see where the heck he was he was driving back to our house.  So we went home and he told Zac and Kylee scary stories in the dark.  From the look on Kylee's face Ben's story must have been pretty scary.&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901530149359420075-5846043868821356306?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5846043868821356306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=5846043868821356306' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/5846043868821356306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/5846043868821356306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-party-4-real-thing.html' title='Halloween party #4 (The real thing)'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzeeKnK2gI/AAAAAAAAAnI/lmxC3ifbUao/s72-c/DSC03421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-6532585979413177413</id><published>2008-11-01T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:51:01.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween party #3 (trunk-or-treat)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzcE8Lmy4I/AAAAAAAAAmY/Y1zup6Y8itM/s1600-h/DSC03382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263824041921661826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzcE8Lmy4I/AAAAAAAAAmY/Y1zup6Y8itM/s320/DSC03382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had our ward trunk-or-treat on wednesday night.  We ate chili and cornbread and there were lots of fun games for the kids.  Then they got to trick or treat out of everyone's trunks.  Kylee is a cute little cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzcD_qkdKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/vQZ8NKMjMw0/s1600-h/DSC03401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263824025676969122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzcD_qkdKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/vQZ8NKMjMw0/s320/DSC03401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our magnificently decorated trunk.  Ben got the priviledge of passing out the candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzbzxJ1UVI/AAAAAAAAAmI/434jMkUTlJQ/s1600-h/DSC03384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263823746903658834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzbzxJ1UVI/AAAAAAAAAmI/434jMkUTlJQ/s320/DSC03384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know what's up with that smile, but she's been doing that a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzbzQdO-EI/AAAAAAAAAmA/iUPNs_YAgSw/s1600-h/DSC03389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263823738126661698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzbzQdO-EI/AAAAAAAAAmA/iUPNs_YAgSw/s320/DSC03389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Zac ate too many sweets that night because he wouldn't hardly eat anything on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzbyltFEwI/AAAAAAAAAl4/TPAEbGEAy7w/s1600-h/DSC03409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263823726650397442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzbyltFEwI/AAAAAAAAAl4/TPAEbGEAy7w/s320/DSC03409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm sure you're all wondering where Ben's costume is.  I think mine is scary enough for the both of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzbyCetvFI/AAAAAAAAAlw/NcZO0gUngJg/s1600-h/DSC03412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263823717194906706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzbyCetvFI/AAAAAAAAAlw/NcZO0gUngJg/s320/DSC03412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac is a bat if you can't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzbxpMOggI/AAAAAAAAAlo/NvLzIuSQ8hE/s1600-h/DSC03415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263823710406476290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzbxpMOggI/AAAAAAAAAlo/NvLzIuSQ8hE/s320/DSC03415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac, Andrew and William.  They have been little friends since they were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901530149359420075-6532585979413177413?l=volmerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6532585979413177413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901530149359420075&amp;postID=6532585979413177413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/6532585979413177413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901530149359420075/posts/default/6532585979413177413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volmerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-party-3-trunk-or-treat.html' title='Halloween party #3 (trunk-or-treat)'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133897227515170679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzcE8Lmy4I/AAAAAAAAAmY/Y1zup6Y8itM/s72-c/DSC03382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901530149359420075.post-6420022631746032172</id><published>2008-11-01T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:40:11.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Party #2 (preschool at my apartment)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzXvTQxTsI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BBZwMjE22RM/s1600-h/DSC03364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263819272113704642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3iy4y0f8pQ/SQzXvTQxTsI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BBZwMjE22RM/s320/DSC03364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac is in preschool/joyschool.  There are 6 kids in the group and each mom takes a week to hold preschool at t
