<?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-31639052</id><updated>2011-08-27T06:27:56.036-06:00</updated><category term='exercise'/><category term='illness'/><category term='me'/><category term='babies'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='random'/><category term='tim'/><category term='camping'/><category term='tag'/><category term='quading/snowmobiling'/><category term='school'/><category term='toys'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='husband and wife'/><category term='`'/><category term='church'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='family'/><category term='fishing'/><category term='homemaking skills'/><category term='pets'/><category term='work'/><category term='i&apos;m bored'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Tim, Ashlee, &amp; Kinsey</title><subtitle type='html'>We May Not Have It All Together, But Together
We Have It All!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>318</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-5679004640975312463</id><published>2010-11-25T21:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T21:41:39.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She cracks me up!</title><content type='html'>Kinsey talks so much that there is no filter from what she thinks to what she says.  It keeps me laughing all day long.  I just wanted to share a couple things she's said the last two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Sunday School Kinsey was sitting with Tim (she's decided she doesn't do Nursery these days) and then when to sit with Bupbup to get some candy from his pocket.  With Kinsey not on his lap Tim leans over and put his head in his hands.  Kinsey watched Tim for a bit from  Bupbup's lap, then got down, walked over to Tim and yelled "WAKE UP!"  In the middle of Sunday school.  Everyone was killing themselves laughing at Tim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently when Kinsey is playing with Kamry or Danyca and she really wants them to pay attention or do something she'll use their middle names "Pamry Dawn" and "Danyca Rose".  But I didn't think she actually knew that was their middle names (and I'm not sure where she figured out their middle names anyways).  Anywho, yesterday Kinsey and I were at the church by ourselves.  We were the only ones left there after cleaning up from a RS quilting day.  She couldn't find me in the church and I could hear her calling "Mommy!  Mommy!  Mommy Rose!  Mommy Rose!"  So when I saw her I said "Did you just call me Mommy Rose?"  And she replied, "Your name Mommy Dawn?"  I told her it wasn't and then she said "What your name Mommy?"  I said it was Ashlee Ann and now her favorite game is to ask what everyone's full names are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today...I was cleaning up Kinsey's bookshelf in her room and she has some shapes flash cards that the box was wrecked.  So I asked Kinsey to go to the kitchen and get a zip lock bag to put the flash cards in.  She plays with my zip lock bags all the time and knows what they are.... or so I thought.  She goes to the kitchen and comes back with a dish cloth.  So I send her back to get a bag.  She comes back again, but this time with a napkin.  I said "No Kinsey.  I said go get a little baggie like you put your sandwiches in."  And Kinsey sighed and said, "For crying out loud Mommy."  I was laughing so hard that I made her repeat it cuz I couldn't believe that she even knew that phrase let alone how to use it properly.  (Her daddy says "For crying out loud" all the time.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-5679004640975312463?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5679004640975312463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=5679004640975312463&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5679004640975312463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5679004640975312463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/11/she-cracks-me-up.html' title='She cracks me up!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-3996541091444588507</id><published>2010-11-19T09:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:44:05.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so glad that the snow wasn't here last weekend when we had to drive to Portland.  But I'm totally welcoming it now.  I'm loving BC snow.  Probably cuz I don't have to drive anywhere.  And Tim no longer has a &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2008/01/out-with-old-in-with-new.html"&gt;45 minute drive to work&lt;/a&gt; (one way).  So bad roads don't make a difference to us (Tim walks to work.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter here is much different than in Southern Alberta.  Winter meant &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2008/12/dang-its-cold.html"&gt;SO&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2006/11/brrrrrr.html"&gt;COLD&lt;/a&gt; there.  Here it just means a ton of snow.  Much better!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaoZBGFdKI/AAAAAAAAB4U/79UY1oZUIsA/s1600/IMG_6087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaoZBGFdKI/AAAAAAAAB4U/79UY1oZUIsA/s320/IMG_6087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541301539270128802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinsey and I went out to shovel our driveway yesterday and I could find our snow shovel.  I texted Tim and he informed me that we don't own one.  Goes to show you that in Southern Alberta you just wait for the chinook to roll so that you don't have to shovel or plow.  I told my dad yesterday that I didn't have a snow shovel and that I was just gonna wait for the chinook.  He laughed and said I better find a snow plow for Tim's quad or a snowblower.  haha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaoYsTvhgI/AAAAAAAAB4M/42pRmt6EGQE/s1600/73943_10150314149165472_777425471_15737541_4476057_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaoYsTvhgI/AAAAAAAAB4M/42pRmt6EGQE/s320/73943_10150314149165472_777425471_15737541_4476057_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541301533690267138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;I did some blog catch-up. &lt;br /&gt;So go check out these posts too: &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/11/mr-mrs-pavan.html"&gt;Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Pavan&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/11/smile.html"&gt;Smile! =)&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/11/pickled-beets.html"&gt;Pickled Beets&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-3996541091444588507?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/3996541091444588507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=3996541091444588507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/3996541091444588507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/3996541091444588507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/11/snowy-days.html' title='Snowy Days'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaoZBGFdKI/AAAAAAAAB4U/79UY1oZUIsA/s72-c/IMG_6087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-7137030889351723163</id><published>2010-11-15T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:19:40.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. &amp; Mrs. Pavan!</title><content type='html'>So my baby sister is married!  I just can't believe it.  Is she really old enough?  I guess so.  :)  Last week was crazy busy for me doing the last minute stuff for Britnee's wedding.  Her wedding was on Saturday but it was in Portland so that meant a drive was involved too.  Before we could go I had to finish up the slideshow and the "musical dating story".  Plus Britnee had asked Tim and I to sing at the reception so that meant a few (or many) practice runs.  Then there was the packing.  Had a ton of stuff to take out to Portland.  And now that Britnee is endowed that really gives us a big problem when it comes to a babysitter at the temple.  We had no one to watch our little ones while we were at Britnee and Alan's sealing.  Thank goodness for Facebook cuz a friend of a friend of a friend knew a YW that would come to the temple and watch our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kinsey was helping Daddy practice his guitar for our song for the wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaiowFgBiI/AAAAAAAAB4E/j_aQ9j0wouE/s1600/IMG_5839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaiowFgBiI/AAAAAAAAB4E/j_aQ9j0wouE/s320/IMG_5839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541295212512413218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anywho, we headed to Portland at 4pm when Tim got off work.  We drove straight through.  Kinsey is a fantastic traveller and I'm so glad.  She's REALLY into Princesses right now, so add a dvd player with Cinderella, Belle, Jasmine, and Ariel and you're set.  Oh and you must bring along all of your princess barbies too.  :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOainlLLzzI/AAAAAAAAB38/bybZIyejttw/s1600/IMG_6085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOainlLLzzI/AAAAAAAAB38/bybZIyejttw/s320/IMG_6085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541295192403595058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Tim and I wanted to go to the Portland Temple for a session.  And as we're getting ready to go I realize I have forgotten my recommend at home.  Lovely!  Well after a few phone calls to the temple and back home to my Branch President I was able to go.  So we got to do a session and we even got to be the witness couple.  That celestial room is soooooo beautiful!  It was breathtaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning was so busy.  Rush rush rush!  But the worst part was Jennifer realized in the middle of the night that we all had forgotten Jayda's flower girl dress back here in Canada!  So Dad and Jenn zipped out early to go and buy Jayda a new one for the wedding.  And it was beautiful!  We all made it to the temple on time and even without my recommend I was able to go in.  Phew!  Kinsey cried the ENTIRE time with the babysitter while we were in the temple.  I had warned the babysitter that this would happen.  She's got some bad separation anxiety right now.  Won't even stay with people that she knows really well like Mama or her Aunties.  (And we won't even discuss Nursery.)  Has to have either me or Tim all the time.  But Auntie B only gets married once and Tim and I weren't gonna miss it.  So Kinsey just had to cry. (Sounds bad I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Mrs. Pavan looked stunning!  Alan was one lucky groom.  (I may be a bit bias)  Of course it rained.  Luckily it just misted for the picture taking part, but still....it was WET!  But we knew it would be.  At least it was warm and the leaves and greenery were so beautiful for the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOainaZkAEI/AAAAAAAAB30/UsGTY_n1zMo/s1600/IMG_5894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOainaZkAEI/AAAAAAAAB30/UsGTY_n1zMo/s320/IMG_5894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541295189511110722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The reception was so much fun too.  Lots of laughs and a few happy tears too.  Yummy food and fun dancing.  Then the new Mr and Mrs had to leave.  They had a flight to catch to New York to catch their cruise to the Bahamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fantastic time at the wedding.  Way too much fun!  Sunday we did the drive home.  9 hrs and 20 mins from the hotel so not too bad.  We had to make a few stops along the side of the road to "pee on the rocks" as my newly potty trained little girl doesn't have a very big bladder.  (Gas station bathrooms are nasty so I was okay with her peeing on rocks instead.)  But we made it home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS BRITNEE &amp;amp; ALAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS  Sorry I have no pics of the Bride and Groom.  I was in the wedding party and Tim was busy chasing Kinsey.  I'll have to track some pics down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-7137030889351723163?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/7137030889351723163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=7137030889351723163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/7137030889351723163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/7137030889351723163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/11/mr-mrs-pavan.html' title='Mr. &amp; Mrs. Pavan!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaiowFgBiI/AAAAAAAAB4E/j_aQ9j0wouE/s72-c/IMG_5839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-6344688744561436496</id><published>2010-11-10T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T08:39:20.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!  =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kinsey has this fantastic smile these days.  She cracks me up!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaZMwlp8OI/AAAAAAAAB3s/3k-aZqaX1X4/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaZMwlp8OI/AAAAAAAAB3s/3k-aZqaX1X4/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541284836006293730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaZMoQHvWI/AAAAAAAAB3k/bsD-XHmRLR8/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaZMoQHvWI/AAAAAAAAB3k/bsD-XHmRLR8/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541284833768488290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaZMFeYw_I/AAAAAAAAB3c/3sQvvQD5Iws/s1600/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaZMFeYw_I/AAAAAAAAB3c/3sQvvQD5Iws/s320/087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541284824433083378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaZLpMCsiI/AAAAAAAAB3U/WvQfeiLl6e4/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaZLpMCsiI/AAAAAAAAB3U/WvQfeiLl6e4/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541284816839946786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaZLQQaOVI/AAAAAAAAB3M/Uk7xANs0FQE/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaZLQQaOVI/AAAAAAAAB3M/Uk7xANs0FQE/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541284810147379538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-6344688744561436496?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6344688744561436496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=6344688744561436496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6344688744561436496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6344688744561436496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/11/smile.html' title='Smile!  =)'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaZMwlp8OI/AAAAAAAAB3s/3k-aZqaX1X4/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-5237824122334447321</id><published>2010-11-02T08:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T08:21:41.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickled Beets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom makes THE best pickled beets.  So she came over to my house after work one day and taught Kimmy and I how to make them.  Kinsey and Kamry liked helping out too.  We did 25lbs and Kimmy and I split that.  Then my dad came home with 25lbs more and asked us to do them for him too.  Pickled beets are loved in my family.  So the next morning Kimmy and I did the other 25lbs for Dad.  My house smelled terrible for a few days.  It was a lovely mixture of beets, vinegar, and paint (as I painted my hallway earlier that day too).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaTBwnixKI/AAAAAAAAB3E/acwgbDsUslI/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaTBwnixKI/AAAAAAAAB3E/acwgbDsUslI/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541278049965884578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaTBZcJ8xI/AAAAAAAAB28/pLCtNYljBhE/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaTBZcJ8xI/AAAAAAAAB28/pLCtNYljBhE/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541278043744105234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kimmy said she opened one of her jars and the top ones weren't quite pickled yet.  So I haven't tried them.  Pretty soon I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaTBGBmxkI/AAAAAAAAB20/VWOpHOU1_lE/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaTBGBmxkI/AAAAAAAAB20/VWOpHOU1_lE/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541278038532474434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaTAklsqbI/AAAAAAAAB2s/0kKk65KKTCU/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaTAklsqbI/AAAAAAAAB2s/0kKk65KKTCU/s320/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541278029557049778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-5237824122334447321?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5237824122334447321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=5237824122334447321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5237824122334447321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5237824122334447321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/11/pickled-beets.html' title='Pickled Beets'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TOaTBwnixKI/AAAAAAAAB3E/acwgbDsUslI/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-1622269426448933387</id><published>2010-10-31T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:07:35.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Church had a pumpkin carving contest for the community.  It was so much fun getting together with everyone to carve.  Kinsey didn't like putting her hand in her little pumpkin.  She was happier with a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLj0G2g_eI/AAAAAAAAB2c/VmH6TlQmkaQ/s1600/halloween+2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLj0G2g_eI/AAAAAAAAB2c/VmH6TlQmkaQ/s320/halloween+2010+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535737376323730914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very hard at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLjzgmV8mI/AAAAAAAAB2U/h_QnlWhP8PQ/s1600/halloween+2010+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLjzgmV8mI/AAAAAAAAB2U/h_QnlWhP8PQ/s320/halloween+2010+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535737366055350882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I asked Kinsey to "smile ice" next to her Cinderella pumpkin and this is what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLjzl3PRlI/AAAAAAAAB2M/7UiYSHSVTwE/s1600/halloween+2010+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLjzl3PRlI/AAAAAAAAB2M/7UiYSHSVTwE/s320/halloween+2010+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535737367468394066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy &amp;amp; Kinsey with our masterpiece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLjzMd9OII/AAAAAAAAB2E/Y7AIz39S9bQ/s1600/halloween+2010+019+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLjzMd9OII/AAAAAAAAB2E/Y7AIz39S9bQ/s320/halloween+2010+019+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535737360651466882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She LOVED her Cinderella pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLjy4K60hI/AAAAAAAAB18/MMyWX0cVkaU/s1600/halloween+2010+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLjy4K60hI/AAAAAAAAB18/MMyWX0cVkaU/s320/halloween+2010+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535737355202908690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy did the Charlie Brown pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLjKvB_59I/AAAAAAAAB10/ZLEMKpu8UcI/s1600/halloween+2010+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLjKvB_59I/AAAAAAAAB10/ZLEMKpu8UcI/s320/halloween+2010+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535736665554806738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tadaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLjKSy3mVI/AAAAAAAAB1s/RGrORFvmnAs/s1600/halloween+2010+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLjKSy3mVI/AAAAAAAAB1s/RGrORFvmnAs/s320/halloween+2010+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535736657975155026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's my little Princess Cinderella trick or treating!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLjJqJ0XZI/AAAAAAAAB1c/-LzyxuV0ODE/s1600/029+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLjJqJ0XZI/AAAAAAAAB1c/-LzyxuV0ODE/s320/029+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535736647065558418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking around Galloway with her Daddy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLjKDtR2TI/AAAAAAAAB1k/qHDVvuRUEdk/s1600/001.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLjJPLaGfI/AAAAAAAAB1U/wQxc38HnCHQ/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLjJPLaGfI/AAAAAAAAB1U/wQxc38HnCHQ/s320/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535736639824468466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinsey found her favorite bu&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ddies out trick or treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLlqeSb0fI/AAAAAAAAB2k/UwdTFmFSGgU/s1600/33892_10150310524865296_733150295_15430790_5751488_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLlqeSb0fI/AAAAAAAAB2k/UwdTFmFSGgU/s320/33892_10150310524865296_733150295_15430790_5751488_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535739409839411698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy and I stayed home to hand out candy so Brendan and Tim took Kamry and Kinsey out.  I'm told Kinsey was all business.  Had it down to an art.  Knock knock, "Trick or Treat", they'd put candy in her bag, then fill Kamry's, then Kinsey would put her bag out again and say "More Candy?" and she'd get more.  Then it was on to the next door.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved dressing up my Princess.  She sat and let me curl all of her hair.  And she loved the make-up and sparkles.  She makes me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-1622269426448933387?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1622269426448933387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=1622269426448933387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/1622269426448933387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/1622269426448933387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TNLj0G2g_eI/AAAAAAAAB2c/VmH6TlQmkaQ/s72-c/halloween+2010+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-2121596887940685549</id><published>2010-10-29T13:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T13:47:21.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Magic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kinsey has totally rocked this potty training thing!  For months now she has been using the potty here and there.  I wasn't trying to potty train her, just get her used to the toilet.  So she would always pee before baths or before putting a fresh diaper on before bed and times like that.  I wasn't ready for the potty training thing when we lived in a holiday trailer.  But we're feeling pretty settled in our new house so Kinsey and I went to town and bought some special panties.  She was excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with pull-ups and candies.  This did not work!  I think the pull-ups just felt like diapers to her and candy isn't really a prize for Kinsey (she gets to have treats anyways).  So we stopped for a few days.  Then we started brand new with panties and Princess stickers.  Amazing!  We only had 3 days of accidents (which is pretty amazing cuz Kinsey drinks so much and she also poops 5-7 times a day).  And by day 4 she was fantastic all day.  And she's never had any accidents at night.  The first few days she woke up early (for us) cuz she said she had to pee, but no she sleeps her normal schedule and still no accidents.  She's really got this figured out!  I'm so proud of her.  Princess stickers were the best.  She loved them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to leave our house.  I was nervous.  But on day 6 we headed to Kalispell for a day of shopping.  No accidents all day!  Awesome eh?  Like I said...Kinsey has totally rocked this potty training thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets the "reading in the bathroom" thing from her daddy.  The princess dress over top of her mis-matched pajamas is just a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TMsenpuqXFI/AAAAAAAAB1M/PeyRKpCxH2Y/s1600/IMG00007w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TMsenpuqXFI/AAAAAAAAB1M/PeyRKpCxH2Y/s320/IMG00007w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533550233720085586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And sometimes when you fall asleep on the drive home from Kalispell it's very hard to stay awake and pee on the potty before getting into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TMsenTcmAOI/AAAAAAAAB1E/i_y0lSCi1nA/s1600/IMG00562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TMsenTcmAOI/AAAAAAAAB1E/i_y0lSCi1nA/s320/IMG00562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533550227738722530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She had to have a little rest while peeing.  Mommy held her head up. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TMsemooicOI/AAAAAAAAB08/i4WckwW34zo/s1600/IMG00563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TMsemooicOI/AAAAAAAAB08/i4WckwW34zo/s320/IMG00563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533550216246096098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her potty chart is full of Princess stickers.  And now we're making up spots on the chart to put the stickers.  She loves it.  I honestly would've thought that candy would have worked better than stickers.  But not for this princess loving little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TMsemcS5HLI/AAAAAAAAB00/mldSPnMQKRs/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TMsemcS5HLI/AAAAAAAAB00/mldSPnMQKRs/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533550212934081714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm a bit worried about her trick or treating with no potty nearby.  I hope she does well.  She's so good at home now and it's only been a week and a half.  I remind her lots to go, but every now and again I walk by the bathroom and see her with her pants to her ankles doing the shuffle walk to the potty all by herself.  We have a lot of leftover diapers and pull-ups.  Guess I'll just put them in storage with the outgrown clothes.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-2121596887940685549?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/2121596887940685549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=2121596887940685549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2121596887940685549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2121596887940685549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/10/potty-magic.html' title='Potty Magic!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TMsenpuqXFI/AAAAAAAAB1M/PeyRKpCxH2Y/s72-c/IMG00007w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-8606831029306824678</id><published>2010-10-11T09:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T09:11:33.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at Our House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Painting, unpacking, painting, cleaning, and more painting.  The paint fumes in this house are insane.  But it's much better than what the house smelled like when we bought it.  We're getting lots done.  We're finished painting in the entrance, living room, dining room, and kitchen.  It's been a lot of work.  And I'm actually getting stuff put away and finding a "home spot" for them.  It's really starting to look and feel like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TLMt_rPIwVI/AAAAAAAAB0U/iOt3sSI9D9g/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TLMt_rPIwVI/AAAAAAAAB0U/iOt3sSI9D9g/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526811739674952018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TLMt_d9YokI/AAAAAAAAB0M/UJmLzTGq0wg/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TLMt_d9YokI/AAAAAAAAB0M/UJmLzTGq0wg/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526811736110834242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had some helpers come over for a painting party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TLMtim4ughI/AAAAAAAAB0E/05YYQ8VXhA0/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TLMtim4ughI/AAAAAAAAB0E/05YYQ8VXhA0/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526811240291009042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Kinsey was so excited when Mommy finally gave her a paintbrush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TLMtiATMa1I/AAAAAAAABz8/tUVDYc34gsw/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TLMtiATMa1I/AAAAAAAABz8/tUVDYc34gsw/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526811229933038418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TLMth9-JhCI/AAAAAAAABz0/_ZUbze-n6G8/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TLMth9-JhCI/AAAAAAAABz0/_ZUbze-n6G8/s320/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526811229307896866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was so much paint on the floor.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TLMthbIA2SI/AAAAAAAABzs/DjIY03Zs6LA/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TLMthbIA2SI/AAAAAAAABzs/DjIY03Zs6LA/s320/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526811219954030882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we're exhausted.  But loving our new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TLMtg7qrxhI/AAAAAAAABzk/kCL8kRy1tOc/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TLMtg7qrxhI/AAAAAAAABzk/kCL8kRy1tOc/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526811211509515794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to scrub the floors and stuff a turkey.  Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-8606831029306824678?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8606831029306824678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=8606831029306824678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8606831029306824678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8606831029306824678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-at-our-house.html' title='Life at Our House'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TLMt_rPIwVI/AAAAAAAAB0U/iOt3sSI9D9g/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-2276590340695494173</id><published>2010-10-02T08:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T09:27:46.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Settled!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well we're getting settled.  Got a TON to do still, but it's coming along.  Still working on cleaning, unpacking, and painting.  Some days the house looks like a complete disaster!  But we're loving it.  I was surprised how quickly Kinsey is adjusting.  It was only the first 2 nights that she asked to go and sleep in "Kinsey trailer" and then we got her room set up and she loves her new bed.  Anyone that comes to visit she asks "You see Kinsey room?"  And she's loving that we found all her toys again...it's like Christmas.  haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the parade for the Jaffray Fall Fair!  Kinsey got way too much candy.  We didn't stay for long cuz it was freezing and we had to go to town that day and pick out carpet for our new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKdK4GEIMqI/AAAAAAAABzc/gLbyFvtuBk4/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKdK4GEIMqI/AAAAAAAABzc/gLbyFvtuBk4/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523465795554259618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Way too happy to have her Dora couch back.  Felt like "home" I suppose and she fell right asleep.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKdK3kSl3NI/AAAAAAAABzU/xO--dW7_Smk/s1600/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKdK3kSl3NI/AAAAAAAABzU/xO--dW7_Smk/s320/091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523465786488118482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinsey can't get enough of her new big corner bathtub.  She loves it.  I have a very hard time getting her out.  I keep asking her if she's done and she replies, "My still swimming Mommy!"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKdK3Z-pSHI/AAAAAAAABzM/T-Akk5wkG2I/s1600/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKdK3Z-pSHI/AAAAAAAABzM/T-Akk5wkG2I/s320/098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523465783720102002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was very helpful when I was trying to put all her clothes away.  And occasionally I find her hiding in there with the stuff all pulled out of the bottom shelf.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKdKJDNWaJI/AAAAAAAABzE/ZKG-cf1h5JU/s1600/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKdKJDNWaJI/AAAAAAAABzE/ZKG-cf1h5JU/s320/100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523464987333781650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love the island.  I want a bigger one (one day) but for now we love love love having an island.  And Kinsey loves eating her breakfast up there while watching cartoons.  (Just like at Auntie Jenn's house.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKdKI1kmSaI/AAAAAAAABy8/SJPwuOG_CtI/s1600/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKdKI1kmSaI/AAAAAAAABy8/SJPwuOG_CtI/s320/101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523464983673194914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having cousins near by is THE BEST!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKdKInfqkuI/AAAAAAAABy0/LrzQNbBF28Y/s1600/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKdKInfqkuI/AAAAAAAABy0/LrzQNbBF28Y/s320/103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523464979894407906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we're working on the potty thing.  It's coming.  Some days are much better than others.  :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKdKIdW7LMI/AAAAAAAABys/TFVoSrBsh2M/s1600/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKdKIdW7LMI/AAAAAAAABys/TFVoSrBsh2M/s320/115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523464977173392578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we got to go to "Jayda and Parker School" and join them for the Terry Fox Run.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKdKH0LFSpI/AAAAAAAAByk/sALQt6h2PTg/s1600/121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKdKH0LFSpI/AAAAAAAAByk/sALQt6h2PTg/s320/121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523464966117870226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the house is getting put together.  We're so happy.  Took us a week and a half before we got our satellite tv to work.  Too many trees around here to get a good signal.  But we finally found a clear shot and it's wonderful to have tv again (just in time to watch Grey's the other day).  And last night we finally got internet.  Wohoo!  I'm painting the living room and kitchen today.  I'm so excited.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it doesn't quite feel like "home" just yet, but I'm sure that'll just take a bit.  Cuz living in Jaffray really feels like home to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-2276590340695494173?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/2276590340695494173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=2276590340695494173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2276590340695494173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2276590340695494173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/10/getting-settled.html' title='Getting Settled!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKdK4GEIMqI/AAAAAAAABzc/gLbyFvtuBk4/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-6010739031848127467</id><published>2010-09-21T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T15:21:32.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving In!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day when we went to my mom's house to get our trailer and move it to our new house, I realized that I didn't take one single picture of our "house" for the past 5 months (which is so not me).  We parked up by the barn and even had our own driveway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOrNuRellI/AAAAAAAAByc/tH67JfuRqsU/s1600/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOrNuRellI/AAAAAAAAByc/tH67JfuRqsU/s320/087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522445820334347858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how close we were to Mama &amp;amp; Bupbup's house.  Kinsey loved living so close to them.  And Tim and I feel so blessed that they let us stay with them for so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOrNPO7bXI/AAAAAAAAByU/L509R8Kf2jI/s1600/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOrNPO7bXI/AAAAAAAAByU/L509R8Kf2jI/s320/086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522445812002155890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we just got possession of our new house.  We have a lot of work there that we need to do.  Mostly cosmetic - so that's good.  I figured the easiest way to show you our house is to go room by room (when we get each room done).  We started with the living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOrM8vGBYI/AAAAAAAAByM/NqFmElu-Xqk/s320/022.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522445807036794242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Our very first project was get rid of all the window coverings and old carpet.  Kinsey thought this was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOrMXbfPVI/AAAAAAAAByE/m0vX5caD1ZA/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOrMXbfPVI/AAAAAAAAByE/m0vX5caD1ZA/s320/026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522445797022448978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kimmy &amp;amp; Kamry came up and helped us clean, clean, and more clean.  And then helped us put away all our kitchen stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOpzpte8fI/AAAAAAAABx8/aeP6uWw5HfM/s1600/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOpzpte8fI/AAAAAAAABx8/aeP6uWw5HfM/s320/073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522444272921407986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tim and Brendan ripped out the carpet in the hallway and bedrooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOpzcHsX1I/AAAAAAAABx0/i3k2nUQKJDs/s1600/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOpzcHsX1I/AAAAAAAABx0/i3k2nUQKJDs/s320/072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522444269273243474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the living room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOpzGnWKSI/AAAAAAAABxs/U3Tpoeo9ZpU/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOpzGnWKSI/AAAAAAAABxs/U3Tpoeo9ZpU/s320/075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522444263500425506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New carpet in!  Ahhh!  I love it and it makes the house smell so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOpy1nounI/AAAAAAAABxk/pEkuw71e6zo/s1600/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOpy1nounI/AAAAAAAABxk/pEkuw71e6zo/s320/076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522444258938239602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now to get all our furniture moved in and then I'll work on painting and more cleaning and organizing.  Sounds fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-6010739031848127467?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6010739031848127467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=6010739031848127467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6010739031848127467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6010739031848127467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/09/moving-in.html' title='Moving In!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOrNuRellI/AAAAAAAAByc/tH67JfuRqsU/s72-c/087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-3526518768564748623</id><published>2010-09-17T14:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T14:47:28.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Stirling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moving - ugh!  And moving in the rain - double ugh!  So you haven't heard from us much as September has been soooooo busy.  Our house didn't sell this summer.  :(  And it's getting too cold for us to live in our holiday trailer much longer (our furnace runs all night long).  So we decided to rent out our house in Stirling.  I so didn't want to do the landlord thing.  But we had no choice really.  Well that is if we wanted to stay in Jaffray.  So we did.  Within 45 mins of posting our rent ad on kijiji we had a ton of people call me.  And I think we've found some good renters.  (fingers crossed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kinsey and I spent almost 2 weeks down in Stirling packing up and doing some cleaning.  Tim came down on the weekends and we loaded him up.  Now the pics I have here are deceiving cuz it looks like we had nice weather for moving.  But we didn't!  It rained so much!  Everything had to be tarped.  Sheesh!  Anywho, the packing was a lot of work (and bonehead me only had flipflops to wear for carrying and loading all our stuff) and a lot of trips back to Jaffray for Tim.  And then we had to store all our stuff for a few weeks until we got possession of our new house.  Ugh!  But we got all our stuff to Jaffray (we have way too much stuff).  Every time Tim would head off to Jaffray and leave me and Kins in Stirling Kinsey would cry and say that she wanted to go to Jaffray too.  So finally when the day came that we handed the keys over to the renters and we driving to Jaffray Kinsey says, "Mommy, my go Jaffray now?"  I said "Yep, we're driving to Jaffray now!"  And she replies, "Good!  My love Jaffray!"  I love Jaffray too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TRIP #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOhmIRYwfI/AAAAAAAABxU/Su8keOrALOI/s320/024.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 96px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522435244513870322" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No stores would save any boxes for us so we had to buy all these bins (almost 70 of them) to move our stuff.  Kept things nice and organized though.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOhl7SYBuI/AAAAAAAABxM/mDoDrqg4gjM/s320/034.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522435241028355810" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And made it to Jaffray with the 1st load.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOhlshEqJI/AAAAAAAABxE/CUTkDAoiWbk/s320/036.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522435237063469202" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TRIP #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My uncle happened to be in Stirling for the weekend with his trailer so we loaded him up and sent a load home with him.  Trying to keep it out of the rain was a bit hard.  The upright deep freeze didn't fit in my dad's garage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOg44mk_aI/AAAAAAAABw8/OjBReHGtEC4/s320/025.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522434467213671842" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Half in - Half out!  (I'm so done with all this rain!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOg4qfrZmI/AAAAAAAABw0/Ugf5ApwS-_w/s320/030.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522434463426635362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TRIP #3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was my other uncle's stock trailer.  We loaded it to the tip top!  I forgot to get a better pic of it.  It was so full of all our "must not get wet" stuff like beds, tvs, furniture, etc.  Stored it in my dad's barn for a while.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOg4EQax9I/AAAAAAAABws/iMKr-dvxdVU/s320/022.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522434453162084306" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TRIP #4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last trip!  Had to get the hottub!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOg35R_76I/AAAAAAAABwk/2UpzvFoJTvk/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOg35R_76I/AAAAAAAABwk/2UpzvFoJTvk/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522434450215923618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside of the car and truck were also plugged.  Poor Kinsey had to squish in the back with all that stuff.  haha  But we're all done now.  Well....we're done phase 1 of the move.  Phase 2 - move into our new place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GOODBYE STIRLING HOUSE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOg3vwrbjI/AAAAAAAABwc/Sjgxr-w4W3A/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOg3vwrbjI/AAAAAAAABwc/Sjgxr-w4W3A/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522434447660248626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-3526518768564748623?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/3526518768564748623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=3526518768564748623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/3526518768564748623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/3526518768564748623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/09/goodbye-stirling.html' title='Goodbye Stirling!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TKOhmIRYwfI/AAAAAAAABxU/Su8keOrALOI/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-7442502922582156903</id><published>2010-08-31T15:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:38:01.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinsey's 2nd Birthday Slideshow</title><content type='html'>This is the slideshow that I made for Kinsey's birthday with pics of this last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5Bwd1hpGvY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5Bwd1hpGvY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-7442502922582156903?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/7442502922582156903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=7442502922582156903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/7442502922582156903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/7442502922582156903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/08/kinseys-2nd-birthday-slideshow_31.html' title='Kinsey&apos;s 2nd Birthday Slideshow'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-3471407037935045187</id><published>2010-08-30T12:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:40:12.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday Kinsey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Kinsey turned TWO!  Can you believe it?  I sure can't.  However, I suppose when most people hear how well she can speak and that she can easily carry on a conversation, they usually think she's older than 2.  But to me it's still a shocker.  My baby can't possibly be 2!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had two parties for our Kinsey - a family one and a kid one.  I love the parties!  We had fun and Kinsey loved the parties.  She totally got it this year and KNEW it was her birthday.  She spent the day saying "It my berday!"  So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decorated fishy cake #1:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfdHXw-ODI/AAAAAAAABwU/7XzgjF7ru1k/s1600/Aug26.10_Decorating+Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Cake+%2813%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfdHXw-ODI/AAAAAAAABwU/7XzgjF7ru1k/s320/Aug26.10_Decorating+Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Cake+%2813%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514619387446704178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loved everyone singing "Happy Birthday" to her:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfdG2KQQqI/AAAAAAAABwM/CeKBth2uzeE/s1600/Aug29.10_Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Family+Party+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfdG2KQQqI/AAAAAAAABwM/CeKBth2uzeE/s320/Aug29.10_Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Family+Party+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514619378425938594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually knew how to blow out her candles this year:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfdGS1mroI/AAAAAAAABwE/NHuoZjJg1jM/s1600/Aug29.10_Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Family+Party+%2819%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfdGS1mroI/AAAAAAAABwE/NHuoZjJg1jM/s320/Aug29.10_Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Family+Party+%2819%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514619368944086658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then we did fishy cake #2 for the kid party.  Here's our birthday girl at her fishy birthday party!  (Can you see her fishy shirt?)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfdF-sp1vI/AAAAAAAABv8/9MH5u3mz5t0/s1600/Aug30.10_Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Party+%2821%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfdF-sp1vI/AAAAAAAABv8/9MH5u3mz5t0/s320/Aug30.10_Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Party+%2821%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514619363537835762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fishy decorations!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfdFZprDuI/AAAAAAAABv0/0CLjCHd50C8/s1600/Aug30.10_Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Party+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfdFZprDuI/AAAAAAAABv0/0CLjCHd50C8/s320/Aug30.10_Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Party+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514619353593220834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing me how old she is!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfbSdJ3zZI/AAAAAAAABvs/SY04KmBm5Kc/s1600/Aug30.10_Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Party+%2825%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfbSdJ3zZI/AAAAAAAABvs/SY04KmBm5Kc/s320/Aug30.10_Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Party+%2825%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514617378848624018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We put the Happy Birthday sign and asked her what it said.  She said, "Ummm, Daddy love me!"  hehe&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfbRrkH02I/AAAAAAAABvk/BnUsZYDEhnk/s1600/Aug30.10_Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Party+%2822%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfbRrkH02I/AAAAAAAABvk/BnUsZYDEhnk/s320/Aug30.10_Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Party+%2822%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514617365536953186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of Kinsey's friends at her party!  We decorated fishy cookies.  Fun &amp;amp; messy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfbRdWQt3I/AAAAAAAABvc/adZCplKKuDs/s1600/Aug30.10_Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Party+%2836%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfbRdWQt3I/AAAAAAAABvc/adZCplKKuDs/s320/Aug30.10_Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Party+%2836%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514617361720719218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was really excited about the presents and kept saying "Oh thank you.  More present!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfbQ0OaxqI/AAAAAAAABvU/UnIIdxgqrEU/s1600/Aug30.10_Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Party+%28106%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfbQ0OaxqI/AAAAAAAABvU/UnIIdxgqrEU/s320/Aug30.10_Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Party+%28106%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514617350681970338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids watching Kinsey's slideshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfbQV6zwNI/AAAAAAAABvM/C-Az4tkzml0/s1600/Aug30.10_Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Party+%28113%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfbQV6zwNI/AAAAAAAABvM/C-Az4tkzml0/s320/Aug30.10_Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Party+%28113%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514617342546657490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there you go.  My sweet little girl is now TWO!  She's so much fun.  Totally my best little buddy.  We love doing everything together.  Love her to pieces!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 2nd BIRTHDAY KINSEY ANN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-3471407037935045187?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/3471407037935045187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=3471407037935045187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/3471407037935045187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/3471407037935045187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-2nd-birthday-kinsey.html' title='Happy 2nd Birthday Kinsey!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TIfdHXw-ODI/AAAAAAAABwU/7XzgjF7ru1k/s72-c/Aug26.10_Decorating+Kinsey+2nd+Bday+Cake+%2813%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-1877514907634497375</id><published>2010-08-27T08:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T08:40:23.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Years Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, six years!  Have we really been married that long?  Sometimes it seems like only yesterday that we were there.  And yet, I can look back at all the amazing things we've done together these last years and it seems like it's always been US.  I'm so glad I have you to go through this journey with.  I wouldn't want to do all life's ups and downs with anyone else.  You're my absolute best friend and I feel so blessed to be able to say that.  You're the best daddy Kinsey could ever, ever ask for.  She adores you as I do.  Love you forever and ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THkenzTQl4I/AAAAAAAABu8/Ov4IVfVuFHw/s1600/Wedding+Pic+2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THkenzTQl4I/AAAAAAAABu8/Ov4IVfVuFHw/s320/Wedding+Pic+2004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510469288199231362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Six years down - Eternity to go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-1877514907634497375?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1877514907634497375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=1877514907634497375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/1877514907634497375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/1877514907634497375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/08/six-years-later.html' title='Six Years Later'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THkenzTQl4I/AAAAAAAABu8/Ov4IVfVuFHw/s72-c/Wedding+Pic+2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-6615785349842469724</id><published>2010-08-27T08:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T08:33:22.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Nephew - Carson Nate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THkdGJKxZLI/AAAAAAAABu0/vPCXjTF9YJA/s1600/140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THkdGJKxZLI/AAAAAAAABu0/vPCXjTF9YJA/s320/140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510467610442032306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Jenn had a beautiful baby BOY yesterday!  We're all so excited to finally add another boy to our family.  Parker was way out numbered.  Carson Nate arrived at 3:10am on Friday 27 Aug 2010 (on his Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy's 11th wedding anniversary) weighing 7lbs 7oz with a lot of black hair like his sisters Jayda and Danyca.  We love him to pieces already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THkdFetk52I/AAAAAAAABus/UsE3LSHuG6Y/s1600/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THkdFetk52I/AAAAAAAABus/UsE3LSHuG6Y/s320/100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510467599045289826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THkdE5wExDI/AAAAAAAABuk/Z9rQekJMq3U/s1600/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THkdE5wExDI/AAAAAAAABuk/Z9rQekJMq3U/s320/087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510467589123654706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THkdEbzzHGI/AAAAAAAABuc/lTp6y0FATZE/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THkdEbzzHGI/AAAAAAAABuc/lTp6y0FATZE/s320/071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510467581086211170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-6615785349842469724?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6615785349842469724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=6615785349842469724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6615785349842469724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6615785349842469724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-new-nephew-carson-nate.html' title='My New Nephew - Carson Nate'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THkdGJKxZLI/AAAAAAAABu0/vPCXjTF9YJA/s72-c/140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-1038481714960011084</id><published>2010-08-26T07:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T08:25:46.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see clearly now...</title><content type='html'>....the rain is gone.  I can see all obstacles in my way!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I can totally see!  I'm loving this no contacts or glasses thing!  The whole reason I got the lasik eye surgery is cuz I could no longer wear contacts.  I'd try wearing them for a few hours here and there and then my eyes would be so sore that I'd have to wear glasses for the next 3 days.  And oh how I hate wearing glasses.  So annoying at the beach swimming or if you want to wear sunglasses or any sort of working out.  Ugh!  Anywho, I've been having problems for over a year now with my contacts and my optometrist suggested I look into the surgery.  I was going to have the surgery back in February, but it was &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-of-those-weeks.html"&gt;one of those weeks&lt;/a&gt; when everything went wrong and I had to cancel it.  So it was a spur of the moment thing this time.  Tim came home from work and I told him I booked the surgery and I was getting it done next week.  :)  I'm so glad I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-wear-my-sunglasses.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw 20/20&lt;/a&gt; the first two days after the surgery then things started to go kinda blurry.  I was worried.  But I had another appointment up in Calgary for a follow-up as my one eye was a bit inflamed, and they told me the blurriness was swelling that was causing halos around lights, computers, tv, etc. and it'll all go away!  (The inflammation that I didn't even notice was cleared up too.)  So tomorrow it'll be 2 weeks and I can sooooooo see!  I have been able to see with no halos the last few days.  It's amazing to wake up at night to check on Kinsey and be able to see the clock and where I'm going.  Love it!  And thank goodness I'm not an eye drop junky anymore and I can wear eye makeup again.  My eyes feel great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you've been thinking about it.... GO GET IT DONE!  I should've done this years ago!!  And that's my only complaint.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-1038481714960011084?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1038481714960011084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=1038481714960011084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/1038481714960011084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/1038481714960011084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-can-see-clearly-now.html' title='I can see clearly now...'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-5855344878684477383</id><published>2010-08-23T08:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T08:24:41.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Calling!</title><content type='html'>Relief Society 2nd Counselor!   Ya, that'll be quite the change from my nursery calling in Stirling or from have the summer off here in Jaffray.  hehe  Looks like we're staying in Jaffray - house or no house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-5855344878684477383?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5855344878684477383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=5855344878684477383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5855344878684477383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5855344878684477383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-calling.html' title='New Calling!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-8108502904570111628</id><published>2010-08-22T07:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T07:51:04.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (Kinsey 23 mths old)</title><content type='html'>Kinsey LOVES to sing Twinkle Twinkle and she does all day long.  She's  really into babies right now and likes to sing them to sleep (don't know  where she got that idea ;-) ).  Love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150242692515472"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150242692515472" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-8108502904570111628?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8108502904570111628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=8108502904570111628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8108502904570111628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8108502904570111628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/08/twinkle-twinkle-little-star-kinsey-23.html' title='Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (Kinsey 23 mths old)'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-76599772158590432</id><published>2010-08-21T07:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T07:48:59.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the temple this weekend to see my cousin Jilly get married.  Kinsey loves temple days!  She loves to see the temple!  It melts my heart!  However trying to take a picture at the temple was a different story.  She was not having it.  She is sick, so I'm blaming it on that.  :)   But she did love her new princess dress!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZucJ88y2I/AAAAAAAABuU/oVF4dBG6XNU/s1600/Aug21.10_Kinsey+Temple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZucJ88y2I/AAAAAAAABuU/oVF4dBG6XNU/s320/Aug21.10_Kinsey+Temple.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509712624121334626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZua1FKAGI/AAAAAAAABuE/toqlagAZ1PY/s1600/Aug21.10_Kinsey+Temple+%2824%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZua1FKAGI/AAAAAAAABuE/toqlagAZ1PY/s320/Aug21.10_Kinsey+Temple+%2824%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509712601338740834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZubWPbpfI/AAAAAAAABuM/X5I9vZULS2k/s1600/Aug21.10_Kinsey+Temple+%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZubWPbpfI/AAAAAAAABuM/X5I9vZULS2k/s320/Aug21.10_Kinsey+Temple+%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509712610240210418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-76599772158590432?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/76599772158590432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=76599772158590432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/76599772158590432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/76599772158590432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/08/temple-day.html' title='Temple Day!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZucJ88y2I/AAAAAAAABuU/oVF4dBG6XNU/s72-c/Aug21.10_Kinsey+Temple.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-7026309714523523320</id><published>2010-08-14T19:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T07:31:34.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wear my sunglasses....</title><content type='html'>.....at night!  And all day long!  I totally got the lasik eye surgery!  Yipee!  I was a wee bit worried about having the surgery on Friday the 13th.  But other than waiting for my surgery for FOUR hours, it went rather well.  It totally didn't hurt (lasik doesn't hurt, but if you choose PRK it hurts BAD so I'm told).  Well for about one hour after the numbing wore off my eyes felt like I had been slicing onions -- they'd burn and tear, but that's it.  The smell of them burning my cornea was probably the worst part of the entire surgery.  Ugh!  But today I'm impressed!  I had my surgery at 4:30pm yesterday and this morning at 8:30 I passed with 20/20 vision in both eyes!  But I have the sweet sunglasses that I'm not allowed to take of even at night and I'm not allowed to touch my eyes for a week.  And I'm totally an eye drop junky!  I have so many different eye drops that I have to do that I'm putting drops in like every 30 minutes.  But I can see!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-7026309714523523320?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/7026309714523523320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=7026309714523523320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/7026309714523523320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/7026309714523523320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-wear-my-sunglasses.html' title='I wear my sunglasses....'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-8172523748396378075</id><published>2010-08-02T06:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T07:23:40.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalispell's Ducks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's a trip to Kalispell if you don't stop and feed the ducks?  It's a must on a Sunday afternoon after church with a picnic in the park.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZpO5necBI/AAAAAAAABt8/dETyRzra6IQ/s1600/Aug1.10_Kalispell+Ducks+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZpO5necBI/AAAAAAAABt8/dETyRzra6IQ/s320/Aug1.10_Kalispell+Ducks+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509706898839859218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZpOctzolI/AAAAAAAABt0/gZNxN-4a2Rw/s1600/Aug1.10_Kalispell+Ducks+%2854%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZpOctzolI/AAAAAAAABt0/gZNxN-4a2Rw/s320/Aug1.10_Kalispell+Ducks+%2854%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509706891081785938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinsey's getting brave.  She'll let them take the bread right out of her hands now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZpNysE6QI/AAAAAAAABts/5-EkKGgHF3w/s1600/Aug1.10_Kalispell+Ducks+%2832%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZpNysE6QI/AAAAAAAABts/5-EkKGgHF3w/s320/Aug1.10_Kalispell+Ducks+%2832%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509706879800240386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love these 3 girlies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZnN4ZdyHI/AAAAAAAABtk/gp6PQnK9B9w/s1600/Aug1.10_Kalispell+Ducks+%2861%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZnN4ZdyHI/AAAAAAAABtk/gp6PQnK9B9w/s320/Aug1.10_Kalispell+Ducks+%2861%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509704682309535858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We wish B and Alan were in this pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZnNWnn81I/AAAAAAAABtc/Myqb8jvb3oY/s1600/Aug1.10_Kalispell+Ducks+%2876%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZnNWnn81I/AAAAAAAABtc/Myqb8jvb3oY/s320/Aug1.10_Kalispell+Ducks+%2876%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509704673242116946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone forgot to tell Kamry that the bread was for the ducks.  She thought she'd have a little nibble.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZnM6Pw9jI/AAAAAAAABtU/Y5Dj_S9oX5I/s1600/Aug1.10_Kalispell+Ducks+%2883%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZnM6Pw9jI/AAAAAAAABtU/Y5Dj_S9oX5I/s320/Aug1.10_Kalispell+Ducks+%2883%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509704665625851442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotta smell the flowers too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZnMvRD6II/AAAAAAAABtM/MyahtFDkPaM/s1600/Aug1.10_Kalispell+Ducks+%2889%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZnMvRD6II/AAAAAAAABtM/MyahtFDkPaM/s320/Aug1.10_Kalispell+Ducks+%2889%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509704662678497410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then Kinsey drove us all home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZnMJL1vmI/AAAAAAAABtE/VUTivB25Zcc/s1600/Aug2.10_Kinsey+Driving+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZnMJL1vmI/AAAAAAAABtE/VUTivB25Zcc/s320/Aug2.10_Kinsey+Driving+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509704652456050274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-8172523748396378075?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8172523748396378075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=8172523748396378075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8172523748396378075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8172523748396378075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/08/kalispells-ducks.html' title='Kalispell&apos;s Ducks!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZpO5necBI/AAAAAAAABt8/dETyRzra6IQ/s72-c/Aug1.10_Kalispell+Ducks+%288%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-4273751902420247160</id><published>2010-07-31T06:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T06:55:05.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We usually spend the &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/08/camping-in-kalispell.html"&gt;August long weekend in Kalispell&lt;/a&gt;.  Kind of a tradition I suppose.  So this year we were all down there again.  But this time with a &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/07/too-exciting.html"&gt;new member of the family&lt;/a&gt;.  We got to go wedding dress shopping with Britnee there and we also got our bridesmaid dresses.  It was so fun.  Plus one evening we went out to Alan's family's cabin.  We had a super yummy dinner and did some water fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie B and Uncle Alan taking Kinsey and Danyca for a ride.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZirIAb-tI/AAAAAAAABs8/EfP9pA39WnY/s1600/Jul31.10_Kalispell+Pavan+Cabin+%2839%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZirIAb-tI/AAAAAAAABs8/EfP9pA39WnY/s320/Jul31.10_Kalispell+Pavan+Cabin+%2839%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509699687157594834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How's Brendan doing back there?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZiqO4Xr6I/AAAAAAAABsk/oY8WUDXwkuE/s1600/Jul31.10_Kalispell+Pavan+Cabin+%2830%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZiqO4Xr6I/AAAAAAAABsk/oY8WUDXwkuE/s320/Jul31.10_Kalispell+Pavan+Cabin+%2830%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509699671822938018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Auntie B showing us how she learned to wake surf.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZiq_k0UUI/AAAAAAAABs0/KmUgQB_XIsc/s1600/Jul31.10_Kalispell+Pavan+Cabin+%2812%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZiq_k0UUI/AAAAAAAABs0/KmUgQB_XIsc/s320/Jul31.10_Kalispell+Pavan+Cabin+%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509699684894265666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinsey is not a fan of a lifejacket.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZiqtFtpSI/AAAAAAAABss/cnWBURZbBAk/s1600/Jul31.10_Kalispell+Pavan+Cabin+%2819%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZiqtFtpSI/AAAAAAAABss/cnWBURZbBAk/s320/Jul31.10_Kalispell+Pavan+Cabin+%2819%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509699679931966754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then Tim decided he was going to try wakeboarding.  You know cuz the last time he did it was BEFORE his mission which was......11 years ago!  I was pretty sure he wasn't going to be able to even get up.  (Nice support from the wife eh?)  But he did!  Not too shabby!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZipdk1oyI/AAAAAAAABsc/PWLS0jw6HgI/s1600/Jul31.Tim+Wakeboarding.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZipdk1oyI/AAAAAAAABsc/PWLS0jw6HgI/s320/Jul31.Tim+Wakeboarding.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509699658587677474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-4273751902420247160?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4273751902420247160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=4273751902420247160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4273751902420247160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4273751902420247160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/08/water-fun.html' title='Water Fun'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZirIAb-tI/AAAAAAAABs8/EfP9pA39WnY/s72-c/Jul31.10_Kalispell+Pavan+Cabin+%2839%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-3437667938663070319</id><published>2010-07-19T06:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T06:41:37.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mommy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZgBIeqT9I/AAAAAAAABsU/hEFV3Pa37Wo/s1600/Jul19.10_Ashlee+28th+Bday+%289%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZgBIeqT9I/AAAAAAAABsU/hEFV3Pa37Wo/s320/Jul19.10_Ashlee+28th+Bday+%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509696766706601938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I turned 28!  Seriously, when did I get so dang old?  My family cooked me a super yummy steak birthday dinner and cheesecake birthday cake.  Mmmmm!  Kinsey spent the day walking around singing "Happy Berday Mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZgAs3iddI/AAAAAAAABsM/HeHlZvKxR4I/s1600/Jul19.10_Ashlee+28th+Bday+%2814%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZgAs3iddI/AAAAAAAABsM/HeHlZvKxR4I/s320/Jul19.10_Ashlee+28th+Bday+%2814%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509696759294752210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess Tim thought it was time for me to have scriptures that say "Ashlee Nilsson" on them instead of "Ashlee Wright".  What?  We've only been married almost 6 years.  Well, I suppose it was time too.  My other ones were well "loved".  I got them when I started Seminary 14 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZgAB7vJEI/AAAAAAAABsE/5lpGugfesqk/s1600/Jul19.10_Ashlee+28th+Bday+%2819%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZgAB7vJEI/AAAAAAAABsE/5lpGugfesqk/s320/Jul19.10_Ashlee+28th+Bday+%2819%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509696747769635906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-3437667938663070319?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/3437667938663070319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=3437667938663070319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/3437667938663070319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/3437667938663070319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-mommy.html' title='Happy Birthday Mommy!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/THZgBIeqT9I/AAAAAAAABsU/hEFV3Pa37Wo/s72-c/Jul19.10_Ashlee+28th+Bday+%289%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-9064721914366116973</id><published>2010-07-17T14:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T06:33:47.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Calgary Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we went up to Okotoks to meet baby Tayden we also went to the zoo.  Kinsey loves animals and we thought this would be so fun.  I'll be honest...she liked the zoo, but didn't love the zoo.  It was a lot of watching animals sleep in the far back corner of a pen.  Not so exciting for her.  Her favorite was hands down all the butterflies.  She loved that place.  (Such a girl eh?)  And the new Dinosaurs Alive scared her to bits.  Every time one roared or moved she would climb up Tim and hide while saying "Too Scared!"  hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRiyDEiONI/AAAAAAAABr8/M_rp3MkOoP4/s1600/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRiyDEiONI/AAAAAAAABr8/M_rp3MkOoP4/s320/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504633256510896338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRixvYYJGI/AAAAAAAABr0/i70h5O8OMyg/s1600/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%2828%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRixvYYJGI/AAAAAAAABr0/i70h5O8OMyg/s320/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%2828%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504633251225412706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRixaR6NhI/AAAAAAAABrs/mEMLOwMHQUU/s1600/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%2832%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRixaR6NhI/AAAAAAAABrs/mEMLOwMHQUU/s320/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%2832%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504633245561140754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRiw0lhL1I/AAAAAAAABrk/1bVoaDo-ExA/s1600/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%2838%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRiw0lhL1I/AAAAAAAABrk/1bVoaDo-ExA/s320/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%2838%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504633235442839378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRiwl-YjHI/AAAAAAAABrc/5eVcPdN29hI/s1600/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%2859%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRiwl-YjHI/AAAAAAAABrc/5eVcPdN29hI/s320/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%2859%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504633231520599154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take her to the zoo to see all the animals and all she wants to do is talk on the phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRhIgVb6hI/AAAAAAAABrU/e7yJUBzZTFY/s1600/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%2873%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRhIgVb6hI/AAAAAAAABrU/e7yJUBzZTFY/s320/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%2873%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504631443300280850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRhIMSv8PI/AAAAAAAABrM/n0H4ko4igU8/s1600/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%2892%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRhIMSv8PI/AAAAAAAABrM/n0H4ko4igU8/s320/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%2892%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504631437920301298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRhHRH1VtI/AAAAAAAABrE/h2iURgvhGPs/s1600/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%2896%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRhHRH1VtI/AAAAAAAABrE/h2iURgvhGPs/s320/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%2896%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504631422036825810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, more phone talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRhFwj5NEI/AAAAAAAABq8/oR6SbjQEYxA/s1600/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%28107%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRhFwj5NEI/AAAAAAAABq8/oR6SbjQEYxA/s320/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%28107%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504631396116280386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too scared!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRhFe16aPI/AAAAAAAABq0/Ceky7uFZJp4/s1600/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%28109%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRhFe16aPI/AAAAAAAABq0/Ceky7uFZJp4/s320/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%28109%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504631391360018674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hurry quick!  Take the picture before she realizes there's another dinosaur behind us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRY43nhkEI/AAAAAAAABqs/w9RbaVVTN3Y/s1600/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%28114%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRY43nhkEI/AAAAAAAABqs/w9RbaVVTN3Y/s320/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%28114%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504622378579234882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRY4ZqsSQI/AAAAAAAABqk/a7r3liWgiQo/s1600/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%28124%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRY4ZqsSQI/AAAAAAAABqk/a7r3liWgiQo/s320/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%28124%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504622370539456770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRY4GR6_6I/AAAAAAAABqc/C0CCtrAThIs/s1600/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%28132%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRY4GR6_6I/AAAAAAAABqc/C0CCtrAThIs/s320/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%28132%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504622365335289762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRY3oGcX9I/AAAAAAAABqU/dhSy-Na2gUY/s1600/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%28137%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRY3oGcX9I/AAAAAAAABqU/dhSy-Na2gUY/s320/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%28137%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504622357234081746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRY3KU7VQI/AAAAAAAABqM/1QO84k5PgfQ/s1600/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%28148%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRY3KU7VQI/AAAAAAAABqM/1QO84k5PgfQ/s320/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%28148%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504622349241767170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-9064721914366116973?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/9064721914366116973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=9064721914366116973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/9064721914366116973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/9064721914366116973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/07/calgary-zoo.html' title='Calgary Zoo'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRiyDEiONI/AAAAAAAABr8/M_rp3MkOoP4/s72-c/Jul17.10_Calgary+Zoo+%287%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-8719379417086723393</id><published>2010-07-17T13:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:17:39.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Tayden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made a trip to Okotoks this weekend to meet brand new little Tayden.  &lt;a href="http://kandjallred.blogspot.com/2010/07/tayden-bhuel-allred.html"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt; had her little boy just the day before.  Way too exciting that our &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/07/miss-alexa.html"&gt;best friends both&lt;/a&gt; had their baby in the same week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayden is such a little cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRRpQE3TuI/AAAAAAAABp8/T-_Z34ILITs/s1600/Jul17.10_Baby+Tayden+%26+Stampede+Bkfst+%2824%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRRpQE3TuI/AAAAAAAABp8/T-_Z34ILITs/s320/Jul17.10_Baby+Tayden+%26+Stampede+Bkfst+%2824%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504614413685444322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Kinsey and Kyla really liked each other too.  hehe&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRRo7XcSII/AAAAAAAABp0/8Sd_XJnA1MM/s1600/Jul17.10_Baby+Tayden+%26+Stampede+Bkfst+%2822%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRRo7XcSII/AAAAAAAABp0/8Sd_XJnA1MM/s320/Jul17.10_Baby+Tayden+%26+Stampede+Bkfst+%2822%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504614408126220418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to a Stampede breakfast with the Allreds and Kyla &amp;amp; Kinsey liked the petting zoo.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRRn6tkOSI/AAAAAAAABpk/vfxUBhxriuo/s1600/Jul17.10_Baby+Tayden+%26+Stampede+Bkfst+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRRn6tkOSI/AAAAAAAABpk/vfxUBhxriuo/s320/Jul17.10_Baby+Tayden+%26+Stampede+Bkfst+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504614390770710818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRRnYGJFWI/AAAAAAAABpc/14HPAUA51io/s1600/Jul17.10_Baby+Tayden+%26+Stampede+Bkfst+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRRnYGJFWI/AAAAAAAABpc/14HPAUA51io/s320/Jul17.10_Baby+Tayden+%26+Stampede+Bkfst+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504614381478548834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Julie, Kendell, and big sister Kyla on your little boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-8719379417086723393?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8719379417086723393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=8719379417086723393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8719379417086723393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8719379417086723393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/07/baby-tayden.html' title='Baby Tayden'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRRpQE3TuI/AAAAAAAABp8/T-_Z34ILITs/s72-c/Jul17.10_Baby+Tayden+%26+Stampede+Bkfst+%2824%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-1251325204360157700</id><published>2010-07-14T14:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:16:33.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>B's Engaged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhhhh, my little sister is engaged!  I'm way too excited!  Britnee and Alan went to the Oregon Coast to visit his sister and he proposed to her there.  I'm so happy for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRWF5XMoKI/AAAAAAAABqE/dUys11OOp8s/s1600/35125_407740381510_639586510_4970186_4815990_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRWF5XMoKI/AAAAAAAABqE/dUys11OOp8s/s320/35125_407740381510_639586510_4970186_4815990_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504619303851040930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congratulations Britnee &amp;amp; Alan!  You're better than the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-1251325204360157700?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1251325204360157700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=1251325204360157700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/1251325204360157700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/1251325204360157700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/07/too-exciting.html' title='B&apos;s Engaged!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRWF5XMoKI/AAAAAAAABqE/dUys11OOp8s/s72-c/35125_407740381510_639586510_4970186_4815990_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-2502206682291723151</id><published>2010-07-13T13:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:48:42.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a TERRIBLE bowler.  Like sooooo terrible and for some reason Single Adults like to do it all the time in Lethbridge.  I never got any better - 5 pin or 10 pin.  Ugh!  In highschool we had a PE unit on bowling and your grade was determined by the score you got bowling.  Ya, I would've failed.  Lucky for me, my boyfriend at the time would throw a few balls here and there for me when the teacher wasn't looking to up my score.  Shhhhh don't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Auntie Kimmy thought a FHE night of bowling would be fun.  And she was right.  It was Kinsey's first time.  She loved her fancy shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinsey showing the camera her cool shoes:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRN-4tZfrI/AAAAAAAABpU/rHdLYoxAyF0/s1600/Jul13.10_Bowling++%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRN-4tZfrI/AAAAAAAABpU/rHdLYoxAyF0/s320/Jul13.10_Bowling++%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504610387323616946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the kiddos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRN-aH0QPI/AAAAAAAABpM/5uJ0e9SgK4I/s1600/Jul13.10_Bowling++%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRN-aH0QPI/AAAAAAAABpM/5uJ0e9SgK4I/s320/Jul13.10_Bowling++%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504610379112923378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinsey trying for a strike!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRN9qSqIEI/AAAAAAAABo8/-hBJIG3AbNQ/s1600/Jul13.10_Bowling++%28112%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRN9qSqIEI/AAAAAAAABo8/-hBJIG3AbNQ/s320/Jul13.10_Bowling++%28112%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504610366273495106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinsey would do her "happy dance" after each ball she threw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRN87XVyxI/AAAAAAAABo0/TuoVSvSquXk/s1600/Jul13.10_Bowling++%28114%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRN87XVyxI/AAAAAAAABo0/TuoVSvSquXk/s320/Jul13.10_Bowling++%28114%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504610353676667666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kamry thought it was FANTASTIC!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRN99soZxI/AAAAAAAABpE/kMZMG9b3l9A/s1600/Jul13.10_Bowling++%28103%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRN99soZxI/AAAAAAAABpE/kMZMG9b3l9A/s320/Jul13.10_Bowling++%28103%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504610371482707730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good idea Kimmy!  It was a fun night.  Next time I should go in the lane with the kids to have the bumpers up.  hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-2502206682291723151?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/2502206682291723151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=2502206682291723151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2502206682291723151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2502206682291723151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/07/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRN-4tZfrI/AAAAAAAABpU/rHdLYoxAyF0/s72-c/Jul13.10_Bowling++%283%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-7526522594018542292</id><published>2010-07-09T13:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:18:30.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Alexa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We rushed down to Lethbridge today when Tim got off work.  &lt;a href="http://tnt-b-rasmussen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tara&lt;/a&gt; had a  beautiful baby girl.  We were so excited to meet Miss Alexa.  Kinsey  kept telling us that she wanted to hold "Baby Lexa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRIIP1xvmI/AAAAAAAABos/jJAJ8seSacA/s1600/Jul9.10_Alexa+Louise+Rasmussen+Born+%2811%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRIIP1xvmI/AAAAAAAABos/jJAJ8seSacA/s320/Jul9.10_Alexa+Louise+Rasmussen+Born+%2811%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504603951081832034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRIHtDf2oI/AAAAAAAABok/Liv67ybHxqs/s1600/Jul9.10_Alexa+Louise+Rasmussen+Born+%2813%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRIHtDf2oI/AAAAAAAABok/Liv67ybHxqs/s320/Jul9.10_Alexa+Louise+Rasmussen+Born+%2813%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504603941744138882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRIHVfLwsI/AAAAAAAABoc/O9fmFSlY_Yw/s1600/Jul9.10_Alexa+Louise+Rasmussen+Born+%2831%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRIHVfLwsI/AAAAAAAABoc/O9fmFSlY_Yw/s320/Jul9.10_Alexa+Louise+Rasmussen+Born+%2831%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504603935417811650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congrats Trent, Tara, and big brother Blake.  Your little girl is beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-7526522594018542292?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/7526522594018542292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=7526522594018542292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/7526522594018542292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/7526522594018542292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/07/miss-alexa.html' title='Miss Alexa'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRIIP1xvmI/AAAAAAAABos/jJAJ8seSacA/s72-c/Jul9.10_Alexa+Louise+Rasmussen+Born+%2811%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-3389328097663707342</id><published>2010-07-08T12:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:08:48.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surveyor's Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love Surveyor's Lake.  I spent countless summer days there growing up.  We would camp there and have our swimming lessons there every year.  However I have never taken Tim or Kinsey there.  So we did.  Kinsey now has decided that she loves playing in the sand and in the water.  Too much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRFnQkdKQI/AAAAAAAABoU/P9GAdiwVHQ8/s1600/Jul7.10_Surveyor%27s+Lake+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRFnQkdKQI/AAAAAAAABoU/P9GAdiwVHQ8/s320/Jul7.10_Surveyor%27s+Lake+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504601185318676738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tim did some snorkeling and found some pretty good treasures on the bottom of the lake.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRFnOlU4PI/AAAAAAAABoM/aNjdSzOHEwI/s1600/Jul7.10_Surveyor%27s+Lake+%2822%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRFnOlU4PI/AAAAAAAABoM/aNjdSzOHEwI/s320/Jul7.10_Surveyor%27s+Lake+%2822%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504601184785457394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We always did the little hike/trail around the lake.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRFmkP-AnI/AAAAAAAABoE/i1CSyxjMANA/s1600/Jul7.10_Surveyor%27s+Lake+%2836%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRFmkP-AnI/AAAAAAAABoE/i1CSyxjMANA/s320/Jul7.10_Surveyor%27s+Lake+%2836%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504601173421589106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and Kinsey were having fun trying to spot all the turtles.  (There are a lot of them.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRFmKXbKyI/AAAAAAAABn8/5BfVB1CyMDs/s1600/Jul7.10_Surveyor%27s+Lake+%2837%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRFmKXbKyI/AAAAAAAABn8/5BfVB1CyMDs/s320/Jul7.10_Surveyor%27s+Lake+%2837%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504601166473538338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However they did find a funny looking troll under the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRFlrv-tbI/AAAAAAAABn0/vzeOLZ4S-yI/s1600/Jul7.10_Surveyor%27s+Lake+%2840%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRFlrv-tbI/AAAAAAAABn0/vzeOLZ4S-yI/s320/Jul7.10_Surveyor%27s+Lake+%2840%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504601158255031730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-3389328097663707342?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/3389328097663707342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=3389328097663707342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/3389328097663707342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/3389328097663707342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/07/surveyors-lake.html' title='Surveyor&apos;s Lake'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRFnQkdKQI/AAAAAAAABoU/P9GAdiwVHQ8/s72-c/Jul7.10_Surveyor%27s+Lake+%285%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-320337562143055392</id><published>2010-07-06T12:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T12:57:02.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quad Rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our neighbors here in Jaffray had a "mishap" the other day while  quading.  Actually it was very scarey as they somehow got off the trail  and started straight down a super steep bank.  Luckily the quad got  wedge on a little tree and it stopped their fall.  They were both okay.   A couple days later Tim went up to help them get the quad back up the  cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little tree on the right is what stopped them:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRA8LytACI/AAAAAAAABnc/PXYd7GGloMw/s1600/Jul6.10_Quad+Rescue+4th+Peak+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRA8LytACI/AAAAAAAABnc/PXYd7GGloMw/s320/Jul6.10_Quad+Rescue+4th+Peak+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504596047255371810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRA8qVnHPI/AAAAAAAABnk/tRfVlh4fUz4/s1600/Jul6.10_Quad+Rescue+4th+Peak+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRA8qVnHPI/AAAAAAAABnk/tRfVlh4fUz4/s320/Jul6.10_Quad+Rescue+4th+Peak+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504596055454850290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Winching the quad up the bank:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRCrlyTCzI/AAAAAAAABns/YTVrYAF-3QA/s1600/Jul6.10_Quad+Rescue+4th+Peak+%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRCrlyTCzI/AAAAAAAABns/YTVrYAF-3QA/s320/Jul6.10_Quad+Rescue+4th+Peak+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504597961198471986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Removing the tree the quad was wedged on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRA7lSSdtI/AAAAAAAABnU/4RWjqlfjQ2E/s1600/Jul6.10_Quad+Rescue+4th+Peak+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRA7lSSdtI/AAAAAAAABnU/4RWjqlfjQ2E/s320/Jul6.10_Quad+Rescue+4th+Peak+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504596036918867666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's the "lifesaver" tree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRA7XBzbTI/AAAAAAAABnM/wzCSwP6yt8E/s1600/Jul6.10_Quad+Rescue+4th+Peak+%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRA7XBzbTI/AAAAAAAABnM/wzCSwP6yt8E/s320/Jul6.10_Quad+Rescue+4th+Peak+%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504596033091628338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-320337562143055392?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/320337562143055392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=320337562143055392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/320337562143055392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/320337562143055392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/07/quad-rescue.html' title='Quad Rescue'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGRA8LytACI/AAAAAAAABnc/PXYd7GGloMw/s72-c/Jul6.10_Quad+Rescue+4th+Peak+%286%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-353195649129348405</id><published>2010-07-05T12:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T12:37:49.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Grampa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're so glad Grampa was able to come visit us.  Hopefully next time he can bring more of that Las Vegas sun cuz Kinsey thinks here in Canada we need toques and mitts in July.  hehe &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGQ-PnToMjI/AAAAAAAABnE/eDT7AkJIlJg/s1600/Jul5.10_Grampa+Airport.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGQ-PnToMjI/AAAAAAAABnE/eDT7AkJIlJg/s320/Jul5.10_Grampa+Airport.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504593082523857458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're glad we got to do lots of fun things with Grampa like &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-more-of-north-star-lake.html"&gt;camping&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/06/grampas-visit.html"&gt;scenic drives&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/06/ride-around-mountain.html"&gt;quading&lt;/a&gt;.  Goodbye "Rumpa"!  Hope to see you again really soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGQ-PXGfm1I/AAAAAAAABm8/uKMQqhBNpfM/s1600/Jul5.10_Grampa+Airport+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGQ-PXGfm1I/AAAAAAAABm8/uKMQqhBNpfM/s320/Jul5.10_Grampa+Airport+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504593078173801298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGQ-O16C7OI/AAAAAAAABm0/-7jNflYjXSM/s1600/Jul5.10_Grampa+Airport+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGQ-O16C7OI/AAAAAAAABm0/-7jNflYjXSM/s320/Jul5.10_Grampa+Airport+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504593069263219938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-353195649129348405?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/353195649129348405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=353195649129348405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/353195649129348405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/353195649129348405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/07/bye-bye-grampa.html' title='Bye Bye Grampa'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGQ-PnToMjI/AAAAAAAABnE/eDT7AkJIlJg/s72-c/Jul5.10_Grampa+Airport.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-5713727084074256121</id><published>2010-07-01T15:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T15:39:50.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Canada Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had a very fun Canada Day!  Went to Auntie May's annual pancake breakfast.  Soooo yummy!  Tim missed out cuz he had to work.  Then we headed to Lethbridge to meet up with Trent, Tara, &amp;amp; Blake for the Fireworks.  Fun day!  I ate way too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Canadian Girl!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGMWmCZ-BvI/AAAAAAAABmk/k7ur3t2weNA/s1600/Jul1.10_Canada+Day+%2840%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGMWmCZ-BvI/AAAAAAAABmk/k7ur3t2weNA/s320/Jul1.10_Canada+Day+%2840%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504268012313511666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy &amp;amp; Kinsey!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGMWmeq50xI/AAAAAAAABms/nBo3So3gROU/s1600/Jul1.10_Canada+Day+%2826%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGMWmeq50xI/AAAAAAAABms/nBo3So3gROU/s320/Jul1.10_Canada+Day+%2826%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504268019900732178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two cheeeezers - Blake &amp;amp; Kinsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGMWlpBAP7I/AAAAAAAABmc/Bf5KTaL6m28/s1600/Jul1.10_Canada+Day+%2874%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGMWlpBAP7I/AAAAAAAABmc/Bf5KTaL6m28/s320/Jul1.10_Canada+Day+%2874%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504268005497913266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGMWlVFU02I/AAAAAAAABmU/VcoDRgHQJ6k/s1600/Jul1.10_Canada+Day+%2881%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGMWlVFU02I/AAAAAAAABmU/VcoDRgHQJ6k/s320/Jul1.10_Canada+Day+%2881%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504268000147329890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love watching these two best friends with their little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGMWlCau3fI/AAAAAAAABmM/Wng1nSE39I0/s1600/Jul1.10_Canada+Day+%28100%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGMWlCau3fI/AAAAAAAABmM/Wng1nSE39I0/s320/Jul1.10_Canada+Day+%28100%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504267995136843250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY CANADA DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-5713727084074256121?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5713727084074256121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=5713727084074256121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5713727084074256121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5713727084074256121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-canada-day.html' title='Happy Canada Day!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGMWmCZ-BvI/AAAAAAAABmk/k7ur3t2weNA/s72-c/Jul1.10_Canada+Day+%2840%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-4538693267253800577</id><published>2010-06-29T13:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T10:31:10.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ride Around The Mountain!</title><content type='html'>My favorite quad ride is the one around the mountain range here.  It's a long ride (took us like 5 hrs).  I haven't been on a good long ride in years because of either being pregnant, nursing, or no babysitter (you know, mommy stuff).  I was so glad that I got to go.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGLPY8XIjnI/AAAAAAAABmE/gTZcss2BAAw/s1600/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%2835%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGLPY8XIjnI/AAAAAAAABmE/gTZcss2BAAw/s320/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%2835%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504189722027134578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDzDk9YPKAI/AAAAAAAABlk/K2TYrBxxclo/s1600/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%2840%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDzDk9YPKAI/AAAAAAAABlk/K2TYrBxxclo/s320/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%2840%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493480685204088834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim wanted to take his dad on that ride too.  It's so pretty.  This here is a waterfall that we can look over. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDzDi8J29UI/AAAAAAAABlM/n7s5Z8jNl2w/s1600/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%2852%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDzDi8J29UI/AAAAAAAABlM/n7s5Z8jNl2w/s320/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%2852%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493480650515608898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are like 5 or so hunting/guiding cabins on that trail around the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDzDh-e1vWI/AAAAAAAABlE/eBQX3y4Nipw/s1600/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%2861%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDzDh-e1vWI/AAAAAAAABlE/eBQX3y4Nipw/s320/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%2861%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493480633960611170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There must have been some CRAZY spring run-off this year cuz the trail was really cut up.  The pic doesn't show it too well, but Tim's one tire is way off the ground here just trying to cross this deep rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDzK0cYKAsI/AAAAAAAABl8/BCIhw3RjQvU/s1600/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%2843%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDzK0cYKAsI/AAAAAAAABl8/BCIhw3RjQvU/s320/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%2843%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493488647804682946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then the trail to cross this creek was completely washed out.  We didn't want to turn around....so we made it through.  It's so hard to tell from the pictures, but this was a really steep drop down into the river.  My Dad and Tim's Dad had to hold the quad back so it didn't flip over while Tim drove it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDzA4AFFI1I/AAAAAAAABk8/ZaHQOYJv5vg/s1600/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%2865%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDzA4AFFI1I/AAAAAAAABk8/ZaHQOYJv5vg/s320/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%2865%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493477713811678034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then to get up the other side, we had to winch the quads up the steep bank.  It made for some extra fun on the trip!  Dad and Tim love this kind of stuff!  However it was Tim's dad's first time quading....maybe not so much for beginners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDzA3ABGx8I/AAAAAAAABk0/koCLxho8Fu8/s1600/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%2878%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDzA3ABGx8I/AAAAAAAABk0/koCLxho8Fu8/s320/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%2878%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493477696615139266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found this GIANT tree along the way!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDzA2HHbFgI/AAAAAAAABks/VdGJkYvSQXs/s1600/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%2887%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDzA2HHbFgI/AAAAAAAABks/VdGJkYvSQXs/s320/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%2887%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493477681340814850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course if there's deep water to play in.....Tim will.  He went back and forth a million times playing in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDzA1pm9t9I/AAAAAAAABkk/iL1qcQosNiE/s1600/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%28102%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDzA1pm9t9I/AAAAAAAABkk/iL1qcQosNiE/s320/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%28102%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493477673420044242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tim and his dad enjoying the view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDzA0i-TGnI/AAAAAAAABkc/Mc-yHDUmTAI/s1600/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%28113%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDzA0i-TGnI/AAAAAAAABkc/Mc-yHDUmTAI/s320/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%28113%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493477654458997362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love, love, love going for a good quad ride!  Wohoo!  Lucky for us, we live in the most beautiful place to quad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDzKz5JXS-I/AAAAAAAABl0/58vxKRNGIhs/s1600/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%2837%29+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDzKz5JXS-I/AAAAAAAABl0/58vxKRNGIhs/s320/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%2837%29+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493488638347398114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-4538693267253800577?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4538693267253800577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=4538693267253800577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4538693267253800577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4538693267253800577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/06/ride-around-mountain.html' title='A Ride Around The Mountain!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TGLPY8XIjnI/AAAAAAAABmE/gTZcss2BAAw/s72-c/Jun28.10_Quad+Ride+with+Burle+%2835%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-7073948542349975365</id><published>2010-06-28T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T10:04:11.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grampa's Visit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grampa left sunny Las Vegas and came to visit us!  Kinsey was very excited at the airport watching for Grampa to get off the airplane.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDyL9nGzBEI/AAAAAAAABkU/rxQL3Ig9o1I/s1600/Jun25.10_Airport+%26+Grampa+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDyL9nGzBEI/AAAAAAAABkU/rxQL3Ig9o1I/s320/Jun25.10_Airport+%26+Grampa+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493419536070935618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-more-of-north-star-lake.html"&gt;camping with Grampa at North Star&lt;/a&gt; and after that we did some mountain things around Jaffray.  Tim had to take his dad on the drive up First Peak.  We always love doing that drive.  I think Grampa was a wee bit nervous of the cliff when he looked out his window.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDyL9FQQnvI/AAAAAAAABkM/6MKmqWOcBzU/s1600/Jun27.10_First+Peak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDyL9FQQnvI/AAAAAAAABkM/6MKmqWOcBzU/s320/Jun27.10_First+Peak.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493419526983818994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the cliffs are worth it.  When you get to the top you can overlook all of Jaffray.  Love the view!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDyL8bKo-wI/AAAAAAAABkE/BhYm88zzvvk/s1600/Jun27.10_First+Peak+%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDyL8bKo-wI/AAAAAAAABkE/BhYm88zzvvk/s320/Jun27.10_First+Peak+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493419515685960450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinsey slept the entire way up on that bumpy road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDyL7_1SrTI/AAAAAAAABj8/SnTu3XgHv9Y/s1600/Jun27.10_First+Peak+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDyL7_1SrTI/AAAAAAAABj8/SnTu3XgHv9Y/s320/Jun27.10_First+Peak+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493419508348661042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we always have to take the trip over to see "the lake" once we're up first peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDyL7AoeVDI/AAAAAAAABj0/3fMsVAiBdLc/s1600/Jun27.10_First+Peak+%2818%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDyL7AoeVDI/AAAAAAAABj0/3fMsVAiBdLc/s320/Jun27.10_First+Peak+%2818%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493419491383465010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to do other fun things when Grampa was here, but I'll post about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-7073948542349975365?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/7073948542349975365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=7073948542349975365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/7073948542349975365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/7073948542349975365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/06/grampas-visit.html' title='Grampa&apos;s Visit!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDyL9nGzBEI/AAAAAAAABkU/rxQL3Ig9o1I/s72-c/Jun25.10_Airport+%26+Grampa+%283%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-8726755429009942066</id><published>2010-06-27T16:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T09:41:19.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little more of North Star Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went back to camp at North Star Lake again.  This time we took some of Tim's family.  Rachel and her family came out from Alberta to check out the lakes, mountains, and quading around Jaffray.  We lucked out with beautiful weather and had such a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinsey &amp;amp; Kara wanted to try the dingy out.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDucESq6UqI/AAAAAAAABjk/KGRyWoFd0i4/s1600/Jun24-27.10_North+Star+Camping+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDucESq6UqI/AAAAAAAABjk/KGRyWoFd0i4/s320/Jun24-27.10_North+Star+Camping+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493155768053682850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinsey took Daddy &amp;amp; Grampa on a quad ride.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDucD1eiNaI/AAAAAAAABjc/9fKl-XrmDwQ/s1600/Jun24-27.10_North+Star+Camping+%2849%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDucD1eiNaI/AAAAAAAABjc/9fKl-XrmDwQ/s320/Jun24-27.10_North+Star+Camping+%2849%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493155760217142690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinsey LOVES her big cousin Kara.  She won't give Kara any space.  hehe&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDua_1luUKI/AAAAAAAABjU/gyy-m8_PruQ/s1600/Jun24-27.10_North+Star+Camping+%2811%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDua_1luUKI/AAAAAAAABjU/gyy-m8_PruQ/s320/Jun24-27.10_North+Star+Camping+%2811%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493154592016191650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh look!  It's a quad picture....and I'm actually in the picture!  Can you believe it?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDua_BdaXNI/AAAAAAAABjM/lzxx0vx5Jg0/s1600/Jun24-27.10_North+Star+Camping+%2857%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDua_BdaXNI/AAAAAAAABjM/lzxx0vx5Jg0/s320/Jun24-27.10_North+Star+Camping+%2857%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493154578022685906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time for a swim in the lake!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDua-lf9GNI/AAAAAAAABjE/Tfxrisu6a70/s1600/Jun24-27.10_North+Star+Camping+%2870%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDua-lf9GNI/AAAAAAAABjE/Tfxrisu6a70/s320/Jun24-27.10_North+Star+Camping+%2870%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493154570517158098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The water was CHILLY!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDua9xtAzUI/AAAAAAAABi8/fEVDf_25OWg/s1600/Jun24-27.10_North+Star+Camping+%2893%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDua9xtAzUI/AAAAAAAABi8/fEVDf_25OWg/s320/Jun24-27.10_North+Star+Camping+%2893%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493154556613283138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But Kinsey came around to the water temp.  Can you see that she's wet and her feet are in the sand/rocks/dirt?  We're making some progress!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDua9dJtKiI/AAAAAAAABi0/_mfh05u-JBc/s1600/Jun24-27.10_North+Star+Camping+%2888%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDua9dJtKiI/AAAAAAAABi0/_mfh05u-JBc/s320/Jun24-27.10_North+Star+Camping+%2888%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493154551096486434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a super fun camping trip.  Kinsey was very sad to see Auntie Rachel and her cousins leave.  But we'll see them again very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-8726755429009942066?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8726755429009942066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=8726755429009942066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8726755429009942066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8726755429009942066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-more-of-north-star-lake.html' title='A little more of North Star Lake'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDucESq6UqI/AAAAAAAABjk/KGRyWoFd0i4/s72-c/Jun24-27.10_North+Star+Camping+%284%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-8990771783451610318</id><published>2010-06-19T10:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T16:11:29.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quading with TnT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were SO EXCITED when we heard the news that our best friends bought a quad too.  Way too much fun!!  We loaded up and headed to Cardston.  Trent &amp;amp; Tara watched Kinsey for us while we went to the temple then we went quading out at the farm.  Fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim and Trent with their two little buddies, Kinsey &amp;amp; Blake!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDtC_TbKOII/AAAAAAAABis/tdVRecSoziA/s1600/Jun19.10_Quading+with+Rasmussens+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDtC_TbKOII/AAAAAAAABis/tdVRecSoziA/s320/Jun19.10_Quading+with+Rasmussens+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493057825821833346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The creek that sometimes is only a little trickle was quite a bit faster and higher after all the rain that Southern Alberta got.  Tim loved playing in it.  However he did get stuck in it with both Kinsey and I on the quad too.  I had to get off, with Kinsey, and wade to the shore.  I was wet to my knees!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDtC9TKNvcI/AAAAAAAABik/B4A4uUc0mB8/s1600/Jun19.10_Quading+with+Rasmussens+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDtC9TKNvcI/AAAAAAAABik/B4A4uUc0mB8/s320/Jun19.10_Quading+with+Rasmussens+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493057791391022530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TnT and Blake! (and Tara's baby bump)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDtAqxtFBQI/AAAAAAAABic/ETNY7A-1uNM/s1600/Jun19.10_Quading+with+Rasmussens+%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDtAqxtFBQI/AAAAAAAABic/ETNY7A-1uNM/s320/Jun19.10_Quading+with+Rasmussens+%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493055274149545218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We climbed to the top of the coulee cuz the creek was too deep to cross.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDtAqaywI3I/AAAAAAAABiU/OcJlKwfHkc0/s1600/Jun19.10_Quading+with+Rasmussens+%2812%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDtAqaywI3I/AAAAAAAABiU/OcJlKwfHkc0/s320/Jun19.10_Quading+with+Rasmussens+%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493055267999327090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then Uncle Trent got a flat tire.  Ugh!  But Kinsey was there to fix it up!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDtAp15wAOI/AAAAAAAABiM/77YxgodPODo/s1600/Jun19.10_Quading+with+Rasmussens+%2822%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDtAp15wAOI/AAAAAAAABiM/77YxgodPODo/s320/Jun19.10_Quading+with+Rasmussens+%2822%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493055258096566498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how the ride back to the farm went...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDtApJkHpbI/AAAAAAAABiE/dQMbI8HF97Q/s1600/Jun19.10_Quading+with+Rasmussens+%2823%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDtApJkHpbI/AAAAAAAABiE/dQMbI8HF97Q/s320/Jun19.10_Quading+with+Rasmussens+%2823%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493055246194681266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Blake &amp;amp; I limped Trent's quad back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDtAoXNMluI/AAAAAAAABh8/4YVeBYKJQZw/s1600/Jun19.10_Quading+with+Rasmussens+%2826%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDtAoXNMluI/AAAAAAAABh8/4YVeBYKJQZw/s320/Jun19.10_Quading+with+Rasmussens+%2826%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493055232676763362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a fun day!  Now Tara need to have that little baby of her's and we'll take them out quading in the mountains around Jaffray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-8990771783451610318?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8990771783451610318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=8990771783451610318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8990771783451610318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8990771783451610318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/07/quading-with-tnt.html' title='Quading with TnT'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TDtC_TbKOII/AAAAAAAABis/tdVRecSoziA/s72-c/Jun19.10_Quading+with+Rasmussens+%283%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-3433022468175475194</id><published>2010-06-16T10:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T11:11:35.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping - North Star Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This last weekend we tried some camping closer to home.  We went to North Star Lake and we had a blast.  It was actually sunny and hot - can you believe it?  There were a bunch of us camping there once again.  We even got to celebrate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kamry's&lt;/span&gt; 1st Birthday while we were camping there.  We had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a quad ride, but had to borrow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bupbup's&lt;/span&gt; quad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; some bonehead (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;) busted the wheel on our quad the first night.  Kinsey loves "pod" rides.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBkETPVlcRI/AAAAAAAABh0/xyiiGk1R72I/s1600/Jun10-13.10_North+Star+Camping++%28281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBkETPVlcRI/AAAAAAAABh0/xyiiGk1R72I/s320/Jun10-13.10_North+Star+Camping++%28281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483418749881381138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a hike along the lake.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBkCnapCZjI/AAAAAAAABhs/GCBqZeJDsmk/s1600/Jun10-13.10_North+Star+Camping++%28295%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBkCnapCZjI/AAAAAAAABhs/GCBqZeJDsmk/s320/Jun10-13.10_North+Star+Camping++%28295%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483416897489888818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went for a ride in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bupbup's&lt;/span&gt; fishing boat.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBkCnAvQX0I/AAAAAAAABhk/Uwa6cNB0K18/s1600/Jun10-13.10_North+Star+Camping++%28154%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBkCnAvQX0I/AAAAAAAABhk/Uwa6cNB0K18/s320/Jun10-13.10_North+Star+Camping++%28154%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483416890536648514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hung out with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBkCml0u9hI/AAAAAAAABhc/wTUgTlrnwEc/s1600/Jun10-13.10_North+Star+Camping++%28318%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBkCml0u9hI/AAAAAAAABhc/wTUgTlrnwEc/s320/Jun10-13.10_North+Star+Camping++%28318%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483416883311867410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually got our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;barefeet&lt;/span&gt; a wee bit dirty in the sand while playing/swimming in the lake.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBkCmBvxd4I/AAAAAAAABhU/vNcUxg9AqTg/s1600/Jun10-13.10_North+Star+Camping++%28136%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBkCmBvxd4I/AAAAAAAABhU/vNcUxg9AqTg/s320/Jun10-13.10_North+Star+Camping++%28136%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483416873627383682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And went for a ride in the dingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBkClnlJZNI/AAAAAAAABhM/hmTMEMZYABI/s1600/Jun10-13.10_North+Star+Camping++%28127%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBkClnlJZNI/AAAAAAAABhM/hmTMEMZYABI/s320/Jun10-13.10_North+Star+Camping++%28127%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483416866603492562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was nice camping so close to home.  Tim was still able to drive into work Friday morning from the campsite. (Well his commute went from 7 mins to 15 mins, but he survived it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-3433022468175475194?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/3433022468175475194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=3433022468175475194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/3433022468175475194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/3433022468175475194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/06/camping-north-star-lake.html' title='Camping - North Star Lake'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBkETPVlcRI/AAAAAAAABh0/xyiiGk1R72I/s72-c/Jun10-13.10_North+Star+Camping++%28281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-6289987357102569012</id><published>2010-06-07T10:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T10:40:46.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping - Writing on Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBj9YaEVHTI/AAAAAAAABhE/f_8CuoXc5Cs/s1600/Jun4-6.10_Camping+Writing+on+Stone+%28173%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBj9YaEVHTI/AAAAAAAABhE/f_8CuoXc5Cs/s320/Jun4-6.10_Camping+Writing+on+Stone+%28173%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483411142079749426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had to stick with the tradition and do Writing on Stone again this year.  We had a big crew this time and it was a ton of fun.  The weather cooperated and we didn't have rain.  We're really tired of rain!  It was so good to see all of our Alberta family and friends now that we've moved to BC.  The drive to Writing on Stone was MUCH longer coming all the way from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaffray&lt;/span&gt; though.  But it was worth it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBj8dmpco9I/AAAAAAAABg8/lgqHyGvQDK8/s1600/Jun4-6.10_Camping+Writing+on+Stone+%28122%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBj8dmpco9I/AAAAAAAABg8/lgqHyGvQDK8/s320/Jun4-6.10_Camping+Writing+on+Stone+%28122%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483410131844375506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBj8dDdub5I/AAAAAAAABgs/S8yCpLNs9O8/s1600/Jun4-6.10_Camping+Writing+on+Stone+%28171%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBj8dDdub5I/AAAAAAAABgs/S8yCpLNs9O8/s320/Jun4-6.10_Camping+Writing+on+Stone+%28171%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483410122399969170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBj8dfZZdYI/AAAAAAAABg0/_KrX0JWjgsY/s1600/Jun4-6.10_Camping+Writing+on+Stone+%28224%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBj8dfZZdYI/AAAAAAAABg0/_KrX0JWjgsY/s320/Jun4-6.10_Camping+Writing+on+Stone+%28224%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483410129898009986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Kinsey does NOT like to get dirty. She was very upset about her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;barefeet&lt;/span&gt; being the the sand on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBj8cByJoiI/AAAAAAAABgk/Rkwp_gwh_i0/s1600/Jun4-6.10_Camping+Writing+on+Stone+%2876%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBj8cByJoiI/AAAAAAAABgk/Rkwp_gwh_i0/s320/Jun4-6.10_Camping+Writing+on+Stone+%2876%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483410104768897570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday morning Kinsey wanted to see what Daddy was cooking on the grill and grabbed it.  She burnt both her little hand very badly!  I felt so bad for her. :-(  Her hands were so blistered!  But she's a trooper and bounced back later that afternoon.  Love her!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBj8bzg9eAI/AAAAAAAABgc/e475D1S-MyM/s1600/Jun4-6.10_Camping+Writing+on+Stone+%2814%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBj8bzg9eAI/AAAAAAAABgc/e475D1S-MyM/s320/Jun4-6.10_Camping+Writing+on+Stone+%2814%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483410100938700802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a lot of tears, some painkillers, some bandages, a blessing, a  long nap, and a ton of kisses... she was all smiles again!  Tough little  girl!  She had to show every stranger in the campground her "mitts" (bandages) that she had to wear because her hands were "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ouchie&lt;/span&gt;! Hot hands!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-6289987357102569012?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6289987357102569012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=6289987357102569012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6289987357102569012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6289987357102569012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/06/camping-writing-on-stone.html' title='Camping - Writing on Stone'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/TBj9YaEVHTI/AAAAAAAABhE/f_8CuoXc5Cs/s72-c/Jun4-6.10_Camping+Writing+on+Stone+%28173%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-408761484209749910</id><published>2010-05-21T12:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T12:59:48.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I know we've been "missing" for a while, but with good reason.  We moved!  We have been busy busy.  Tim got the job as the Head Electrician at the lumber mill near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaffray&lt;/span&gt;.  We're so excited.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S_bVTJCV0kI/AAAAAAAABgE/y_F1p0jnJ0Q/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S_bVTJCV0kI/AAAAAAAABgE/y_F1p0jnJ0Q/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473796921935385154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put our house up for sale, loaded up our holiday trailer, and came to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaffray&lt;/span&gt;.  Tim's now been working at the mill for two weeks and really likes it there.  We're living in our trailer right now until we decide what we want to do as far as housing goes -- buy or build.  Each morning when I open the blinds Kinsey says, "Oh trees!  Two trees!  Oh mountains!"  (In Kinsey language "two" means "a lot".)  Yes, I love the trees and mountains here too.  Stirling was short on those two things.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S_bVSjnBAwI/AAAAAAAABf8/xtm3TJN_HRQ/s1600/may+12+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S_bVSjnBAwI/AAAAAAAABf8/xtm3TJN_HRQ/s320/may+12+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473796911888663298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a crazy few weeks, but we're so happy to be here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaffray&lt;/span&gt;.  Kinsey loves spending time with all her little cousins around here.  And we can't complain about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;quadding&lt;/span&gt; that is possible around here.  Oh and the lakes!  Love the lakes!  I must admit that it still doesn't seem "real" to me that after 10 years I'm living in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jaffray&lt;/span&gt; again.  Feels like we're on a extended vacation here (but Tim goes to work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE LOVE IT HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S_bVSGoEmBI/AAAAAAAABf0/a2yw-prZ5l0/s1600/may+12+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S_bVSGoEmBI/AAAAAAAABf0/a2yw-prZ5l0/s320/may+12+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473796904108464146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-408761484209749910?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/408761484209749910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=408761484209749910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/408761484209749910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/408761484209749910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-news.html' title='Big News'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S_bVTJCV0kI/AAAAAAAABgE/y_F1p0jnJ0Q/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-6875724638115698769</id><published>2010-04-19T11:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:53:03.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Book of Mormon Stories</title><content type='html'>Kinsey loves to sing!  She knows the actions to so many songs now.  This  one is our newest and she wants to sing it all the time now.  The boat part of the actions is obviously her favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150159327335472"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150159327335472" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-6875724638115698769?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6875724638115698769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=6875724638115698769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6875724638115698769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6875724638115698769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/04/book-of-mormon-stories.html' title='Book of Mormon Stories'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-718408826241134578</id><published>2010-04-17T11:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T11:35:44.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Much Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We we had a lovely snow storm the other day.  We're not supposed to have snow in April!  Kinsey and I missed the storm as we were in BC at my parent's.  But Tim took some pictures for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the road outside of our house.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461159491024444930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8nvn2RD3gI/AAAAAAAABfs/6LaTHpdvc1k/s320/Apr14.10_Snow+Storm+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice spring weather eh?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461159199139982898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8nvW26YbjI/AAAAAAAABfk/aXPKvRf6xfA/s320/Apr14.10_Snow+Storm+(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kinsey and I made the most of the snow when we got home and built a snowman.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461159185528471842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8nvWENJQSI/AAAAAAAABfU/adULIz81kEU/s320/Apr16.10_Snowman++(4).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She didn't like that she couldn't walk in the snow.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461159189867515362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8nvWUXpzeI/AAAAAAAABfc/aP0N7q9UG5c/s320/Apr16.10_Snowman++(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; She was concerned that the snowman had her mitts on. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461159180626342322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8nvVx8YsbI/AAAAAAAABfM/Mvkl0vXLzkQ/s320/Apr16.10_Snowman++(6).JPG" /&gt; But she like the final product.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461159174488282162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8nvVbE9VDI/AAAAAAAABfE/74--2G6DV0I/s320/Apr16.10_Snowman++(7).JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I could really use some warm weather.  I'm so done with cold and snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-718408826241134578?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/718408826241134578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=718408826241134578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/718408826241134578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/718408826241134578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/04/snow-much-fun.html' title='Snow Much Fun!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8nvn2RD3gI/AAAAAAAABfs/6LaTHpdvc1k/s72-c/Apr14.10_Snow+Storm+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-8831428551223047017</id><published>2010-04-13T10:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T11:13:55.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Duck, Duck, Goose!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday we went down to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kalispell&lt;/span&gt; for a little bit of shopping. My dad came too and of course he had to take Kinsey to &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/08/camping-in-kalispell.html"&gt;feed the ducks again&lt;/a&gt;. She liked it last summer and she really liked it this year now that she's a bit older. We stopped at the grocery store and bought a loaf of bread and fed all of it to the ducks... and geese... and swans... and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seagulls&lt;/span&gt;... and Canadian geese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those geese were the same size as Kinsey.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461142299273803682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8nf_KATN6I/AAAAAAAABe8/RKGM1chkb2o/s320/Apr12.10_Kalispell+Ducks+(7).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really didn't like them. They'd hiss at ya and they'd snatch the bread right out of your hand. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eeek&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461142290612186418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8nf-pvNbTI/AAAAAAAABe0/DNCnjAnDl9Y/s320/Apr12.10_Kalispell+Ducks+(15).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kinsey would throw the bread into the water and then say "Got it!" when the duck ate it. She said it for every piece of bread she threw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461142280958282610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8nf-Fxii3I/AAAAAAAABes/IVg_bAzmJzw/s320/Apr12.10_Kalispell+Ducks+(16).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bupbup&lt;/span&gt; and Daddy would throw the bread in the air and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seagulls&lt;/span&gt; would catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461142266611466722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8nf9QU_geI/AAAAAAAABek/9Yxi97QaQ7k/s320/Apr12.10_Kalispell+Ducks+(46).JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Feeding the ducks from the bridge.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461142260683283186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8nf86PmmvI/AAAAAAAABec/w_VL8Aw65NU/s320/Apr12.10_Kalispell+Ducks+(51).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had fun! Thanks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bupbup&lt;/span&gt; for taking us to feed the ducks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-8831428551223047017?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8831428551223047017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=8831428551223047017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8831428551223047017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8831428551223047017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/04/duck-duck-goose.html' title='Duck, Duck, Goose!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8nf_KATN6I/AAAAAAAABe8/RKGM1chkb2o/s72-c/Apr12.10_Kalispell+Ducks+(7).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-6454141825081655372</id><published>2010-04-12T14:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T19:52:19.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday we went out to the Rasmussen Farm in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cardston&lt;/span&gt;.  The weather finally smartened up a bit so it wasn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; freezing.  Just kinda freezing.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;  We got to do a bunch of fun things on the farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;quading&lt;/span&gt; a bit with the little ones &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; the farm, but then they each fell asleep so Blake's grandma babysat both Kinsey and Blake while we took the quads  and went &lt;a href="http://www.geocaching.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geocaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460168696222205634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8ZqgAAIRsI/AAAAAAAABeU/b92G-hFkimw/s320/Kinsey+Apr+2010+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also got to help feed the baby lambs a couple of times.  Kinsey loved the "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wittle&lt;/span&gt; seep" (little sheep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460168693649028050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8Zqf2aos9I/AAAAAAAABeM/dFXfS4fwR-g/s320/Kinsey+Apr+2010+071.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;She thought it was neat the lambs had a bobby (bottle) just like she does.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460168689976832002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8ZqfovHcAI/AAAAAAAABeE/lpVLWIX2hgY/s320/Kinsey+Apr+2010+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had this one little lamb that just would NOT leave her alone.  All Kinsey wanted to do was hug and kiss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460168679479961042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8ZqfBod5dI/AAAAAAAABd8/aSTk45Kt5tI/s320/Kinsey+Apr+2010+098.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kins loved being in the pen with all the little lambs, but she got a little concerned about them nibbling on her boots and coat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460094637878405362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YnJPLB6PI/AAAAAAAABd0/9HbnPywH2LQ/s320/Kinsey+Apr+2010+097.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Then she spotted the horsey.  We love horses.  Daddy took her over to pet their noses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460094623965652194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YnIbV-JOI/AAAAAAAABds/m5TMqcEBXQI/s320/Kinsey+Apr+2010+112.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Uncle&lt;/span&gt; Trent brought over his horsey Maverick and Kinsey got to go for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460094615614074130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YnH8OzLRI/AAAAAAAABdk/oQoGOQuCG-c/s320/Kinsey+Apr+2010+115.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;She thought it was pretty fun riding that big horsey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460094608399458338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YnHhWs4CI/AAAAAAAABdc/EGIkDlK2024/s320/Kinsey+Apr+2010+124.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Uncle Trent took Kinsey for her first horsey ride.  Fun fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460094590996704338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YnGghj7FI/AAAAAAAABdU/S6b96-gQmMw/s320/Kinsey+Apr+2010+139.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Kinsey was so sick this day with a bad head cold.  But she was a trooper.  She still had so much fun out at the farm!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-6454141825081655372?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6454141825081655372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=6454141825081655372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6454141825081655372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6454141825081655372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/04/farm-fun.html' title='Farm Fun!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8ZqgAAIRsI/AAAAAAAABeU/b92G-hFkimw/s72-c/Kinsey+Apr+2010+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-8319279418638001802</id><published>2010-04-06T13:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:09:36.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Along the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it was a bit of a long drive from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fairmont&lt;/span&gt; back home so we made a few stops along the road.  All those touristy things that we see all the time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we drive that road so much yet we've never stopped for a pic with Kinsey.  And Kinsey &amp;amp; Blake loved being free from their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carseats&lt;/span&gt; for a little run!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stopped in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sparwood&lt;/span&gt; at the "&lt;a href="http://www.sparwood.bc.ca/About%20Sparwood/Visitor%20Info/The%20Truck/index.html"&gt;World's Largest Truck&lt;/a&gt;".  I used to work at the coal mines near &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sparwood&lt;/span&gt; when I was 18 and I actually got to drive a truck similar to this.  Ya, they let ME drive one!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460085309953496594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YeqR8bVhI/AAAAAAAABdM/j8iLVqYu5JI/s320/h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Kinsey hanging out in the big tire: &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460085309159992530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YeqO_PbNI/AAAAAAAABdE/m-m66bv_jFg/s320/g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Kinsey just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460085302435935618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8Yep18GdYI/AAAAAAAABc8/fYx3T5JHUvI/s320/f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our little buddies, Kinsey &amp;amp; Blake.  (Check out her hand on his knee.  Awe!)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460084397352675698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8Yd1KPb6XI/AAAAAAAABc0/8cZWyVZqYyA/s320/e.jpg" /&gt;Then we stopped at &lt;a href="http://www.frankslide.com/"&gt;Frank Slide&lt;/a&gt; for some pictures.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460084388308980754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8Yd0ojQFBI/AAAAAAAABcs/qQNyH6e07LI/s320/d.jpg" /&gt;We went for a walk in the big rocks and then had some lunch before heading home. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460084385747750994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8Yd0fAm0FI/AAAAAAAABck/C1YBs5MAbgU/s320/c.jpg" /&gt;Blake looks like he was forced to sit next to Kinsey in this pic.  (He probably was forced.  He loves to just run!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460084380954218802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8Yd0NJvUTI/AAAAAAAABcc/8EOCaHQXXho/s320/b.jpg" /&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Kinsey in the rock slide!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460084375941654786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8Ydz6epqQI/AAAAAAAABcU/9yB_lks3S7w/s320/a.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stops made the drive much more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bearable&lt;/span&gt;.  And I haven`t been to them in years.  Now Kinsey wants to talk about the Big Truck and Big Rocks all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-8319279418638001802?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8319279418638001802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=8319279418638001802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8319279418638001802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8319279418638001802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/04/along-road.html' title='Along the Road'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YeqR8bVhI/AAAAAAAABdM/j8iLVqYu5JI/s72-c/h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-5083392894982018498</id><published>2010-04-05T13:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T13:44:34.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoppy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Tim's birthday we switched gears into "Easter Mode". We packed up our holiday trailer (yes, in the cold) and headed out to BC for the weekend. Before going to the campground we stopped by Mama &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bupbup's&lt;/span&gt; house in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jaffray&lt;/span&gt; to decorate some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kinsey loved to color the eggs and then dip them.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460076514037998914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YWqSmwJUI/AAAAAAAABcM/9ctfrUPtPGs/s200/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the finished product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460076511073165922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YWqHj4YmI/AAAAAAAABcE/NcutH-5yZ58/s200/13.bmp" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The next morning we headed to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fairmont&lt;/span&gt; Hot Springs. Love it there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460076508422495602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YWp9r6XXI/AAAAAAAABb8/FplofZKc0lg/s200/12.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Easter Bunny brought Kinsey some goggles and she would NOT take them off. Her poor little squished eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460076501687310578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YWpkmHmPI/AAAAAAAABb0/ITRXUusTM8Y/s200/11.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a whole bunch of us camping there in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fairmont&lt;/span&gt; and we had awesome sites. Just us up in this one area. My entire family was there, Jenn with her family, Kimmy with her family, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Britnee&lt;/span&gt;, Mom, &amp;amp; Dad. And Trent, Tara, &amp;amp; Blake joined us too. It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460076255146320978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YWbOKKpFI/AAAAAAAABbs/jX7CfhZC39E/s200/10.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Easter morning was COLD! But Kinsey went out of the trailer to find a trail that the Easter Bunny had left her of little chocolate eggs that lead to her and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kamry's&lt;/span&gt; Easter baskets. There were a ton of those little eggs and at EACH ONE she's say "Oh egg!", pick it up and put it in her bag then say "Thank you Bunny!" It took us a very long time to reach the end of the trail. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460076249684575714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YWa5z_BeI/AAAAAAAABbk/QfBEZ0tzN6o/s200/9.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;She finally found her Easter basket. Very exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460076243239265682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YWahzTZZI/AAAAAAAABbc/WFMYnmXTyGY/s200/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kinsey and her little cousins, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kamry&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Danyca&lt;/span&gt;, all in their matching Easter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460076246162705010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YWassTinI/AAAAAAAABbU/qboX0lEYHGE/s200/7.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mama &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bupbup&lt;/span&gt; did an Easter Egg hunt for everyone later that evening. Kinsey was napping but we didn't want her to miss out on the action. So I carried a sleeping Kinsey while searching through the forest for my Easter Egg. Found it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460076240241705458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YWaWooQfI/AAAAAAAABbM/WDR48-mBW1U/s200/6.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Kinsey was slowly waking up when Tim found his egg.  (Can you spot his egg?)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460076082592080210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YWRLWB4VI/AAAAAAAABbE/6rltcEgOSNk/s200/5.jpg" /&gt;She woke just in time to find her egg. Good thing too &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; she was very excited about it!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460076076165186370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YWQzZvQ0I/AAAAAAAABa8/cvP7Juh_wqo/s200/4.bmp" /&gt;Here we all are with our Easter Egg Hunt finds! It was so much fun!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460076068270879650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YWQV_ls6I/AAAAAAAABa0/4915Ukte44o/s200/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Easter Sunday! Kinsey in her new Easter Dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460076063163839442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YWQC9-c9I/AAAAAAAABas/Njr7yg4IjWw/s200/2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Family - Easter Sunday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460076061058369682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YWP7H_iJI/AAAAAAAABak/r0le8L8msG4/s200/1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a fun time in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fairmont&lt;/span&gt;. It was dang cold though. But we survived. However I think we've all come home and now are sick (some much sicker than the others). Still it was worth it. We had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Easter! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-5083392894982018498?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5083392894982018498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=5083392894982018498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5083392894982018498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5083392894982018498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoppy-easter.html' title='Hoppy Easter'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S8YWqSmwJUI/AAAAAAAABcM/9ctfrUPtPGs/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-8879006565207602941</id><published>2010-03-31T14:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T15:14:16.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No... The Big Three Ohh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Tim's 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday! Crazy! I went all out. I love doing birthday parties, so a 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday is fun stuff. Kinsey and I found all sorts of decorations and put them all up. Tim was working &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nightshift&lt;/span&gt; so while he was gone we decorated. We had the table done up, sign in the window, signs on the door, balloons, and some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hangy&lt;/span&gt; things from the ceiling. It was too much fun. When he got home in the morning it was all done up. We had a bunch of people come over for Tim's party. Tim requested ribs, baked beans, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texas&lt;/span&gt; sheet cake. He got it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456761104970372370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S7pPUFXtVRI/AAAAAAAABac/HyrMW_VkOek/s320/Mar31.10_Tim%27s+30th+Bday+(42).JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456760156703368146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S7pOc4zPI9I/AAAAAAAABaU/H7h1-dGJTBU/s320/Mar31.10_Tim%27s+30th+Bday+(4).JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456760149683438258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S7pOcepjgrI/AAAAAAAABaM/zYTNRbhhRiY/s320/Mar31.10_Tim%27s+30th+Bday+(7).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Took me and Kinsey forever to make and cut out this sign.  (I'm so not crafty!)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456760139969955698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S7pOb6drh3I/AAAAAAAABaE/wSU5GIyltQ0/s320/Mar31.10_Tim%27s+30th+Bday+(37).JPG" /&gt;Kinsey wanted to open the presents:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456760131303867426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S7pObaLhhCI/AAAAAAAABZ8/WGYJBQmHQ30/s320/Mar31.10_Tim%27s+30th+Bday+(41).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, he requested 30 candles on his cake!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456760119404803698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S7pOat2kNnI/AAAAAAAABZ0/RUYN3vmLZ-U/s320/Mar31.10_Tim%27s+30th+Bday+(64).JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY TIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-8879006565207602941?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8879006565207602941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=8879006565207602941&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8879006565207602941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8879006565207602941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-no-big-three-ohh.html' title='Oh No... The Big Three Ohh!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S7pPUFXtVRI/AAAAAAAABac/HyrMW_VkOek/s72-c/Mar31.10_Tim%27s+30th+Bday+(42).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-8830759579003863152</id><published>2010-03-26T11:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T12:14:14.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping!  Finally!</title><content type='html'>We went camping!  In March!  It was cold, but we couldn't wait any longer.  We bought our &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/11/weve-got-attitude.html"&gt;new trailer back in November&lt;/a&gt; and we haven't been able to use it... until now.  Loved it!  We stayed close to home as usually our first camping trip of the year starts like &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2008/05/camping-trip-fort-steele-bc.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2007/08/montana-vacation.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  So we just went to the RV Park near Taber.  It was really nice there down on the river.  Not to mention we pretty much had the entire campground to ourselves.  Kinsey couldn't get enough.  She loved it and had to drag her inside the trailer to warm up.  She had a blast.  We had a few campfires and everyone came out at least one time for hot dogs, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt;, and hot chocolate.  Fun fun!  Tim was called into work the last day we were there, but that was okay as we were only a few minutes away from his work.  Kinsey and I went and dropped him off and we went swimming at the pool in Taber.  Wow, that's a nice pool for kids.  Kinsey had so much fun there too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tim and Kinsey warming up by the fire:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453000329231115186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S6zy6H_oo7I/AAAAAAAABZs/RSrhx8En8d4/s200/Mar23-25.10_Taber+Camping.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinsey &amp;amp; Daddy petting Diesel (Kinsey won't leave the dogs alone.  She loves them!):&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452999650586127250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S6zySn2D65I/AAAAAAAABZk/sZo9lJRXbFM/s200/Mar23-25.10_Taber+Camping+(7)2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinsey with her FAVORITE person... her daddy:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452999076992607346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S6zxxPCtZHI/AAAAAAAABZc/VJPqmfKW7zk/s200/Mar23-25.10_Taber+Camping+(13).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinsey loved running through all the leaves.  She liked the crunching sound:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452996436750713202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S6zvXjX_QXI/AAAAAAAABZU/I5nPqpDhgMg/s200/Mar23-25.10_Taber+Camping+(30).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinsey found some "smart pills" -- now she really will be smart when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bupbup&lt;/span&gt; shows them to her:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452996430162183714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S6zvXK1KRiI/AAAAAAAABZM/dTJXyqXdMdw/s200/Mar23-25.10_Taber+Camping+(31).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She wanted to stay outside forever!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452996416843319746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S6zvWZNsicI/AAAAAAAABZE/8tdsiexTtv0/s200/Mar23-25.10_Taber+Camping+(36).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She would feed the dogs one little bite of dog food at a time.  And they let her:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452996403248602770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S6zvVmkdnpI/AAAAAAAABY8/Hz5-YJWn_Bg/s200/Mar23-25.10_Taber+Camping+(73).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And of course she had to play a little soccer in the leaves:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452996391293054274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S6zvU6CCbUI/AAAAAAAABY0/mlP3dzUlWbM/s200/Mar23-25.10_Taber+Camping+(75).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to do this again VERY SOON!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; Camping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-8830759579003863152?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8830759579003863152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=8830759579003863152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8830759579003863152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8830759579003863152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/03/camping-finally.html' title='Camping!  Finally!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S6zy6H_oo7I/AAAAAAAABZs/RSrhx8En8d4/s72-c/Mar23-25.10_Taber+Camping.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-6377065934664713123</id><published>2010-03-10T13:32:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T14:12:18.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Baking Together!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've told you before about my &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/02/baking-buddy.html"&gt;Baking Buddy&lt;/a&gt;. We started with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Snugli&lt;/span&gt;, moved to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bumbo&lt;/span&gt; Chair, then the highchair, and now she stands next to me on a chair. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447107148069570562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S5gDF1YtiAI/AAAAAAAABXs/mTpj3QI18fs/s200/Feb8-9.10_Valentine%27s+Day+Baking+(41).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well she starts on the chair and then climbs her way up onto the counter. The little monkey! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447107168877999666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S5gDHC509jI/AAAAAAAABX8/Yy_5qZyJSGA/s200/Feb8-9.10_Valentine%27s+Day+Baking+(56).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We always bake together. If she's napping then I'll wait until she wakes to start baking. Now we never do anything fancy. Mostly cookies! It takes me probably 3 times as long to bake with her, but we have fun. She absolutely loves baking with Mommy.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447109307487608578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S5gFDh2F3wI/AAAAAAAABYU/ukivlyyP3jE/s200/Mar10.10_Shamrock+Cookies+(6).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has to copy everything I do. If I put on an apron, then she needs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hers&lt;/span&gt; on too. If I pull up my sleeves, then she needs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hers&lt;/span&gt; pulled up too. If I wash my hands, then so does she.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447109318477541746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S5gFEKyS8XI/AAAAAAAABYc/OlXy_YQQ0Bk/s200/Mar10.10_Shamrock+Cookies+(10).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has to pour all the ingredients in and we count as we pour each in. I'll scoop up the ingredients and she'll squeal "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sinsey&lt;/span&gt; Help!" (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sinsey&lt;/span&gt; is how she says her own name.) I have a wee bit of a problem (or a big problem) with trying to keep her little fingers out of the stuff. I have little holes in everything. She says "poke, poke, poke" and just can't help herself. At least this time she was supposed to poke the huckleberries down into the batter for the muffins. (But I see a ton of huckleberries on her face - I think she snuck some.)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447109298107123650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S5gFC-5nB8I/AAAAAAAABYM/V7PJmK7hgvA/s200/Mar9.10_Baking+Muffins+(9).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We make quite a mess with all the flour and sugar on her chair and the floor. That's always fun to clean up afterwards.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447109324440967186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S5gFEhAFmBI/AAAAAAAABYk/WTuKWIkowiw/s200/Mar10.10_Shamrock+Cookies+(11).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sometimes we forget that the oven mitts go on our hands instead of our feet.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447107177367391794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S5gDHih2zjI/AAAAAAAABYE/eH8MjiEMscw/s200/Mar1.10_Oven+Mitts.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we have fun together. It's something we both LOVE to do together. And Daddy loves the results. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447107141647321458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S5gDFddhyXI/AAAAAAAABXk/HBa7yCABPgo/s200/Feb8-9.10_Valentine%27s+Day+Baking+(19).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PS Please excuse the wild hair. We usually bake in the mornings, before we get dress and "done-up" for the day. hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-6377065934664713123?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6377065934664713123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=6377065934664713123&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6377065934664713123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6377065934664713123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/03/loving-baking-together.html' title='Loving Baking Together!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S5gDF1YtiAI/AAAAAAAABXs/mTpj3QI18fs/s72-c/Feb8-9.10_Valentine%27s+Day+Baking+(41).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-3610361652707228452</id><published>2010-03-01T14:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:09:02.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is she really 18 mths old?</title><content type='html'>My Kinsey is 18 mths old!  I can't believe it.  No longer my baby.  However I think she'll always be her Daddy's baby.  When he holds her he says "Oh my little baby!"  She's totally a little girl now.  She's oodles of fun.  Here are some little facts about her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She talks and talks and talks.  She's doing some sentences now too.&lt;br /&gt;-She'll repeat ANY word you say except for phone (to her a phone is a "show")&lt;br /&gt;-She has her own bedroom now, but doesn't sleep in it.  Misses Mommy's face I guess.  We'll work on it.  :)&lt;br /&gt;-Just in the last month or so she's FINALLY figured out how to climb onto the couch which means she's also figured out how to climb on chairs to get onto the table.  Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;-She's starting to watch cartoons now.  Her favorite is Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;-Blankie and soozy (soother) are a must if it's nap time.&lt;br /&gt;-Loves playing with baby dolls now.  Her favorite is to put diapers on them.&lt;br /&gt;-Loves to wear boots.  If her Mommy would let her she'd wear them around the house all day long.&lt;br /&gt;-The laptop!  If you happen to walk away from it and leave it open, she will be there pushing buttons in less than 3 seconds.  She's fast!  I swear she keeps an eye on it even when I think she's doing something else.&lt;br /&gt;-She still has a bobby (bottle) even though she's using it less and less all the time.&lt;br /&gt;-My mom says that Kinsey can "smell" phones.  Loves them!  Even if you hide them she will eventually find one.  (Caught her standing on the keys of my mom's piano reaching for a cell.)&lt;br /&gt;-When she finds a phone she talks to Mama (my mom).  I'm not sure why she thinks only Mama is on the phone.  The odd time she will say that it's Auntie B on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;-She loves doing action songs like Popcorn Popping, Once there was a Snowman, Picture a Christmas, etc.&lt;br /&gt;-She has an AMAZING memory!  She remembers everything.  At the church this week I caught her climbing the stairs to go up on the stage.  I asked her where she was going and she told me she was going to find Santa.  (Santa was on the stage at the Christmas party back the beginning of December and we haven't talked about that since.)  And if someone like Mama or Auntie B has a sleepover at our house she remembers in the morning without me reminding her.  It's crazy!&lt;br /&gt;-Points out pictures of Jesus and the temple when she sees them and is VERY excited that she found a picture of one of them.&lt;br /&gt;-When we sit at the table to eat or get ready for bed it is Kinsey that tells us it's time to pray.&lt;br /&gt;-She loves to bake with Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;-She loves all animals especially our dogs and Bupbup's (my dad) kitty.&lt;br /&gt;-Stuffed animals get hugged and kissed by Kinsey over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;-Kinsey only has 7 teeth!  I know!  Eating is a bit of a problem as she has nothing to chew with.  Luckily in the last few months here we got her top teeth so now she can at least bite.  &lt;br /&gt;-She doesn't sleep through the night.  (Enough said!)&lt;br /&gt;-When Daddy comes home from work she won't let him go.  Daddy has to do everything with her and Mommy's not allowed to help.&lt;br /&gt;-According to Kinsey, Daddy and Mommy should not hold hands when sitting on the couch.  She'll pull our hands apart and say "No hands.  No touch."  It's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;-She sings while she plays.  No words, but she does her "la la la" and sometimes a little dancing while she plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S42MWu7ZPmI/AAAAAAAABXc/5ERLQViZOcE/s1600-h/Feb6.10_Jake%27s+Bday+(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S42MWu7ZPmI/AAAAAAAABXc/5ERLQViZOcE/s320/Feb6.10_Jake%27s+Bday+(11).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444161846742957666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go.  There are a bunch of little facts about my 18 mths old Kinsey!  Love her to pieces!  We have so much fun together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-3610361652707228452?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/3610361652707228452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=3610361652707228452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/3610361652707228452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/3610361652707228452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-she-really-18-mths-old.html' title='Is she really 18 mths old?'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S42MWu7ZPmI/AAAAAAAABXc/5ERLQViZOcE/s72-c/Feb6.10_Jake%27s+Bday+(11).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-6537535706646129509</id><published>2010-02-26T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T08:37:27.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Yay!</title><content type='html'>We went to the temple yesterday and Kinsey was very excited about it. She would point and show us the temple. I cut the video off too soon cuz she kept saying "Temple Yay!" and clapping. And as we drove away she waved and said "Bye Temple". I sure love my Kinsey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/501400585471" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/501400585471" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-6537535706646129509?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6537535706646129509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=6537535706646129509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6537535706646129509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6537535706646129509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/02/temple-yay.html' title='Temple Yay!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-2549873715292847960</id><published>2010-02-24T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:52:17.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show or Phone?</title><content type='html'>Kinsey is a little parrot. She will repeat everything we say. Well almost everything. She will not say "phone". She actually argues with us saying that it's a show and not a phone. And boy does she love phones. She's always trying to snatch a phone to call Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/497052210471" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/497052210471" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-2549873715292847960?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/2549873715292847960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=2549873715292847960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2549873715292847960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2549873715292847960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/02/show-or-phone.html' title='Show or Phone?'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-5603743971240804913</id><published>2010-02-23T14:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:33:50.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Stuff</title><content type='html'>I told you in my last post that our fridge died on the weekend. Tim was working &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nighshifts&lt;/span&gt; so he didn't get a chance to look at it until yesterday morning when he got home. He found out that our fridge wasn't a complete write off and it could probably be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinsey was very interested in what Daddy was doing to the fridge and had to get right in there with him. (Please ignore the crazy morning hair.)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441561098428597074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S4RO_Qdrw1I/AAAAAAAABWs/DKg-f90pssM/s200/007.JPG" /&gt;After watching Daddy for a bit she wondered away and came back with a little step to sit on. But watching wasn't enough, she grabbed the screwdriver and got right in there with Daddy.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441561113412518834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S4RPAISIQ7I/AAAAAAAABW0/UbARBYzgaak/s200/011.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;The repairman came later that afternoon and got our fridge working for us. (Nothing that $$ can't fix right? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;) Thank goodness &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it was really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inconvenient&lt;/span&gt; using coolers out on our back deck for our food. The guy was here for about an hour fixing our fridge and the entire time Kinsey had to be there watching him. He had the fridge pulled out on an angle and he was kneeling behind it. Kinsey had to go around to the other side of the fridge where there was about a 6" gap between the wall and the back of the fridge. She peeked at the guy through the little gap. She kept saying to him "Fridge? Fridge?" I guess she was wondering what he was up to. But she was also very polite and kept offering him a cookie or a drink. She'd say "Cookie? Ya? Drink? Ya?" Over and over again. It was really cute. I wish I took a picture of her peeking through the gap at him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took "advantage" of our fridge being empty to give it a super good cleaning. Every corner is sparkling and it's all nice and organized. The freezer had to be cleaned as I had melted &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;popsicles&lt;/span&gt; all over in it (it sucks when your stuff thaws). Kinsey loved the clean fridge. When I'd turn my back for a second she'd climb right in, but kept telling me that she was "Freezing!" (She makes tight fists and shakes her head and arms when she says "Freezing". It's so funny. She does it when we're in the freezer section at the grocery store too.) Ya, it's supposed to be cold Kinsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441562123924749394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S4RP68vBPFI/AAAAAAAABXM/iMRXXNkXteA/s200/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even with the shelves put in she pulled out the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crispers&lt;/span&gt; and tried to climb in there. She was very upset when I put the food back in as she no longer had a "cool" place to hid. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441562112511801218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S4RP6SN9d4I/AAAAAAAABXE/YOXu256aCwg/s200/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Kinsey even makes me laugh while cleaning the fridge. I'm so lucky to have her. She makes everything fun!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441562100979032050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S4RP5nQVX_I/AAAAAAAABW8/XWRS3qzEBBo/s200/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-5603743971240804913?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5603743971240804913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=5603743971240804913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5603743971240804913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5603743971240804913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/02/cool-stuff.html' title='Cool Stuff'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S4RO_Qdrw1I/AAAAAAAABWs/DKg-f90pssM/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-588738538950804266</id><published>2010-02-22T12:40:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:06:29.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of THOSE weeks...</title><content type='html'>So last week stunk! (Is that even a real word?) We had some bad luck. I found myself walking around saying "Seriously? Seriously?" after more things kept going wrong. (I think I watch too much Grey's Anatomy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, our check engine light in our car came on so we had to take it to town to find out what's wrong. The problem can be fixed under warranty but it still cost us from them to look over the car. But on the way to town a stupid bird flew into the car's grille and broke it. That was Thursday night. So I guess that was 2 bad luck things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jaffray&lt;/span&gt; for the weekend and had a bunch of fun, but when we got home on Monday we found out that our deep freeze wasn't closed tight. Yep, a bunch of thawed food. What a waste. I had to throw up so much. More bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kinsey woke up Wednesday morning with a rash that covered her from head to toe -- seriously. Back to the doctor we went. She has a viral rash and an ear infection. No fun! (I checked out the calendar and since her cracked elbow ER visit the very end of October we've been to the doctor every two weeks since. Each for real things too. Not just a paranoid Mommy. Man!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Thursday night Tim was backing out of our driveway to head to work and he backed into my sister's car. Tons of damage on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Britnee's&lt;/span&gt; car and our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bumper&lt;/span&gt; is all cracked. Ya, $$$$! And we don't want to put it through our insurance &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; our insurance rates would go sky high for the next 6 years. Not cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Friday night I kept hearing a clicking noise coming from the kitchen. But I couldn't find out what it was. Well Saturday night I figured it out when I noticed that my freezer was completely thawed. Yep, our fridge has now died too. It's only 5 years old! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an appointment for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lasik&lt;/span&gt; eye surgery for this weekend, but I had to cancel it after all this stuff happened now. I'm bummed. I hate wearing glasses and I can no longer wear contacts. What do ya do though? Gotta fix cars and fridges instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep it's been one of those weeks where I'm nervous to go outside cuz something may fall from the sky and land on me. haha. Gotta laugh or else I may just cry. Ya that was one awesome week. But it's all okay cuz none of that is a big deal right? I have all the things that really matter. The rest is just stuff. However...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Seriously? Ya, seriously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-588738538950804266?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/588738538950804266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=588738538950804266&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/588738538950804266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/588738538950804266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-of-those-weeks.html' title='One of THOSE weeks...'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-1591573869229195146</id><published>2010-02-11T07:40:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:36:59.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Organized</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I've so been neglecting my blog. With good reason though. I've been working on my new years resolution. Normally I don't make them. Okay actually I've never made one before (shocking I know). But I did this year and it is to "Get Organized!" And I've been doing it. It's so refreshing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this all started because I have been told by many that it's really time to move Kinsey out of our bedroom. Fine! But moving Kinsey out of our bedroom caused a domino effect. You see, to move Kinsey into her bedroom would mean that I would have to clean out the spare bedroom. And to do that would &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt; that I'd have to sort through all the baby equipment, baby clothes, and clothes that Kinsey still hasn't grown into yet and move them to the basement. Which also means that all of our papers/filing that in that spare room needs to be moved to the basement as well. Which means then our basement needs to be organized as it is totally junk/clutter chaos down there! See... It's not that easy just to move Kinsey out of our bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, we started....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PROJECT #1: Actually this has nothing to do with moving Kinsey to her own room. It was to make sure my 2009 Journal was completely done. Printed! Saved! Burned onto a CD! CD placed in our fire safe! First thing crossed off the "Get Organized List" that I have taped to my kitchen cabinet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PROJECT #2 and #3: Kinsey and I spent a couple days sorting through all baby stuff and clothes and organizing it into LABELLED bins for storage in the basement. But while I was doing this I thought it was also about time that I sorted through mine and Tim's closet/clothes and donate a bunch of those too. We donated a ton of clothes. Feels so nice to be rid of all those. So now the spare bedroom closet and our closet both look fantastic. Well Kinsey's closet has turned into her toy room now, but it's still pretty fantastic as it's not baby stuff storage. Two more items crossed off the list.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437025185034703330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S3QxmWTYkeI/AAAAAAAABWk/bVO9R33HKxc/s200/IMG_1628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437024738563759426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S3QxMXEanUI/AAAAAAAABWc/deYA_B1vcro/s200/Get+Organized+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437024086057754146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S3QwmYS3HiI/AAAAAAAABWU/BlA-mPD7McI/s200/Get+Organized+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PROJECT #3: On Tim's days off we tackled the insane basement. There were seriously boxes down there that were unopened from the day we moved here 3.5 years ago. Junk, clutter, garbage, and more junk! Two full days down there and we emerged with an amazing basement. I spent $200 on bins to store everything and boy was that money well spent. Everything is where it's supposed to be and in LABELLED bins. We did take an entire pick-up truck loaded above the cab with garbage to the dump. Can you believe we had that much junk, clutter, garbage, and more junk in our basement? Well if I had a before picture of our basement you'd believe it. We have a food storage area (stuff like you'd put in your pantry - soup, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KD&lt;/span&gt;, flour, sugar, etc.), our actual food storage (the stuff like wheat, beans, etc. that are supposed to last 30+ years), our emergency kit stuff, an exercise equipment area, TV area, a guest bed, and office space. Crossed off the list! (This "before" picture of our basement is actually from a few months ago and it wasn't quite this bad anymore. It was organized chaos instead. Yikes!)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437023296066121074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S3Qv4ZWLbXI/AAAAAAAABWM/g1IMCMD8Ngg/s200/Jul17.09_Basement+Cleanup+(4).jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437022016086118818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S3Qut5DKkaI/AAAAAAAABWE/rgi8Exopp7o/s200/IMG_1624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437021314433837938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S3QuFDMOa3I/AAAAAAAABV8/YqbYhTgPZrg/s200/Get+Organized+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PROJECT #4: While &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dejunking&lt;/span&gt; the basement I also &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dejunked&lt;/span&gt; my "junk" cabinet in the kitchen. Much nicer! Crossed off the list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PROJECT #5: Papers! Ugh! I swear I have way too many. But we've moved them from the spare room and they are now in my new office space in the basement. My filing cabinet is now all organized, but I'm still working on filing some papers and doing some (okay a lot) of shredding. Kinsey doesn't like this project very much (or really she messes up my piles of papers and scatters all the shredded paper around - so helpful) so I save it for when she's napping and I have all the house work caught up. It waits for me patiently in my basement. Almost done that one though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PROJECT #6: Move Kinsey's crib to her own bedroom. Done! Well her crib and clothes are all down there. But that deserves a post all on it's own. Crossed off the list! (Someday I'll actually decorate her room - it's just not on the Get Organized list.)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437020629768133858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S3QtdMnM3OI/AAAAAAAABV0/HF2XR9_o_A8/s200/Get+Organized+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PROJECT #7: Organize the garage. This was actually one of the first things done. I don't remember exactly when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I didn't do it. Tim did it! Maybe he did it when I was finishing up my 2009 Journal. I dunno. But it's done. Crossed off the list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PROJECT #8: Move all our fixed bills over to be paid by our credit card. Hey, we're paying them every month anyways. So we might as well use our credit card and get the points then pay it off. Right? More points on the credit card equals more free groceries. Nice! Crossed off the list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PROJECT #9: The pantry! Kinsey and I tackled that one yesterday. Okay, I organized it and Kinsey tackled it. A pantry has way too many things for little hand to get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a hold&lt;/span&gt; of and make a mess with. First she dumped some of those Little Graduates finger foods (kinda like cereal) and then walked all over them crushing them into the floor.... I cleaned them up. Then she got some mini &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt; and dumped them on the floor and then stepped on them.... I cleaned them up. Then she got the raisins and dumped those on the floor and then stepped on them.... I cleaned them up. Then I finally was able to finish up the pantry. I can actually see the floor in there now and everything is back in its place. Lovely! Crossed off the list!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437019958532856290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S3Qs2IEPWeI/AAAAAAAABVs/cvAO-vSLsdM/s200/Get+Organized+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PROJECT #10: Submit our benefits. Ya, I've had a clip on the fridge holding all our benefit stuff from 2009. Yikes! I wasn't really worried about submitting it (even though it was on the list) as it didn't think there was too much money there that we'd be reimbursed for. I was wrong. I did it all up yesterday and we are going to get a really nice cheque in bit here. Okay, a REALLY REALLY REALLY nice cheque. Ya, looks like prescriptions, vision care, and chiropractic appointments really add up over a year. It's gonna be sweet getting that money back into our pocket. Crossed off the list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I know these don't seem like a lot, but it has made HUGE changes in our house. We're getting closer to being totally organized and it feels like I can breathe again. I swear the disorganization was drowning me. Mostly the junk and clutter was drowning me. The other stuff is just nice to have organized. We've been busy as this is all being done while still having to do normal, everyday housework. It's a lot of work, but I'm loving it! Still have lots to do (it was a long Get Organized list), but I'm just glad things are getting crossed off.&lt;/div&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/31639052-1591573869229195146?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1591573869229195146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=1591573869229195146&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/1591573869229195146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/1591573869229195146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/02/get-organized.html' title='Get Organized'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/S3QxmWTYkeI/AAAAAAAABWk/bVO9R33HKxc/s72-c/IMG_1628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-6648097096970704387</id><published>2010-02-01T10:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:25:24.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Day</title><content type='html'>Is it brain washing when I say "Church Day! Church Day!" and Kinsey replies "Happy! Happy! Happy!"  For real, that's how it works around here on Church Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Church is at 9:00 and for us girls that don't usually wake up till 9:00 that's early.  So morning comes and I'm rushing to get me and Kinsey dressed, hair done, and fed.  As well as snack for Kinsey as sometimes she doesn't eat her breakfast quick enough and Nursery snack.  So to keep the two of us (and Daddy if he's home) motivated and "running" to get to church before 9 then I keep saying "Church Day!  Church Day!  Happy!  Happy!  Happy!"  I honestly say it all morning while getting ready and not on purpose.  I just say it now out of habit I think.  Well now all I have to do is the "Church Day!" part and Kinsey finishes up with the "Happy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursery is really coming along.  It feels like my nursery now.  I have 10 kids -- the junior nursery.  They're all 2 and under.  But it's good.  I actually really like being the nursery leader.  Totally exhausting though.  I feel like I'm standing on my head for two straight hours.  So when I do the Church Day Chant it's probably more for me than anyone else.  Keeps me going!  Try it next Sunday.  It totally works.  And you can even get your kids on board with the chant, but probably not your husband. (Tim said yesterday morning as I was running around getting everything ready that I was like a "junk yard dog".  Oh yes, he did.  And it was so true.  Whatever, 9:00 church is early and we got there with no time to spare.  See...... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHURCH DAY!  CHURCH DAY!  HAPPY!  HAPPY!  HAPPY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-6648097096970704387?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6648097096970704387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=6648097096970704387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6648097096970704387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6648097096970704387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/02/church-day.html' title='Church Day'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-62932773342557161</id><published>2010-01-27T09:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T09:12:58.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While</title><content type='html'>I know, it's been ages.  So much has happened and I haven't blogged about any of it.  I'm so busy with my new years resolution.  So much is getting done.  Not fun, but loving it!  So..... refreshing!  I'll tell you more about it some other time.  (Or when it's completed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give ya some other updates, but stupid blogger won't let me cut and paste.  Are you having the same problem?  It won't work.  You see, I write in my journal and then I cut and paste it into my blog and then do a little editing so that it can be read by the general public.  But all the details are cut and paste from my journal.  I'm so not going to retype it all.  And it won't work on blogger anymore.  Do you know why?  Is it happening to you too?  Or am I doing something wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-62932773342557161?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/62932773342557161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=62932773342557161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/62932773342557161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/62932773342557161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-2507314755443083203</id><published>2009-12-24T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:54:01.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SzPjMWpn-2I/AAAAAAAABVk/htM2yqm6lZg/s1600-h/Card10+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418924578034940770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SzPjMWpn-2I/AAAAAAAABVk/htM2yqm6lZg/s400/Card10+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-2507314755443083203?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/2507314755443083203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=2507314755443083203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2507314755443083203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2507314755443083203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SzPjMWpn-2I/AAAAAAAABVk/htM2yqm6lZg/s72-c/Card10+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-4801317440018999977</id><published>2009-12-23T17:29:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:36:07.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas in Jaffray</title><content type='html'>We spent this past weekend in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jaffray&lt;/span&gt;.  We're not able to spend Christmas there this year as Tim has to work from the 22&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; until the morning of the 28&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; (stupid &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shiftwork&lt;/span&gt;!).  So anyways, we went into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jaffray&lt;/span&gt; to do our Christmas there with family.  It was a busy, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fun filled&lt;/span&gt; weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for BC first thing Friday morning.  But along the way we had to stop and mail Kinsey's letter to Santa.  Let's hope he gets the letter in time!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418631629370078530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SzLYwf1MtUI/AAAAAAAABVE/9iAUn_abiGw/s320/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Friday afternoon we had a gingerbread house making party at my sister Jenn's house.  Ya, I totally sucked at that.  My roof kept sliding down and the walls caving in.  So I don't have a picture of our gingerbread house/pile as it really was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad!  And Friday evening we had a house warming party at my sister Kimmy's house.  Yep, she moved back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jaffray&lt;/span&gt; after being in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Castlegar&lt;/span&gt; for the last two years.  We're so excited to have Brendan, Kimmy &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kamry&lt;/span&gt; closer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to the Live Nativity at the Church.  And Kinsey got matching shirts for her buddies &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Danyca&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kamry&lt;/span&gt; to all where to the Nativity and to the carolling thing afterwards.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418631624625642850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SzLYwOKCXWI/AAAAAAAABU8/lb9j5N1GtTA/s320/7.JPG" /&gt;  Kinsey was very excited about all the animals at the Nativity.  She especially liked the "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gonkey&lt;/span&gt;" (donkey) and Daddy even got a ride on it for her.  She didn't stop telling me about how the donkeys says "ho haw" for the next two days.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418631615859851154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SzLYvtgG_5I/AAAAAAAABU0/SkajzwcFWPc/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Kinsey and her cousins on Sunday in the beautiful Christmas dresses/clothes. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418631315688807650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SzLYePRwXOI/AAAAAAAABUs/Nt46Z2aTL3M/s320/5.JPG" /&gt;Sunday night we all went to Jenn's and had an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appetizer&lt;/span&gt; party (so yummy) and watched The Nativity movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Me, Tim, and Kinsey went out a visited all our extended family in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jaffray&lt;/span&gt; and dropped of Christmas cards.  Then that night we had our big turkey dinner at Mom's.  After dinner we did some gift exchanges.  And the little ones loved opening some presents early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418631305444539378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SzLYdpHVO_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7fNnSFt63-c/s320/4.JPG" /&gt;Here are Mama &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bupbup's&lt;/span&gt; favorite little people:  Kinsey, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jayda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kamry&lt;/span&gt;, Parker, &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Danyca&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418631295305764114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SzLYdDWDzRI/AAAAAAAABUc/KRgILiDfU_w/s320/3.JPG" /&gt;Here's the whole family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418631288674875058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SzLYcqpIdrI/AAAAAAAABUU/Jz3fjm09mj8/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;And now that we're back at home Kinsey is having a blast playing with her new table, blocks, and books.  And all day long she asks me where "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ganca&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Parper&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jaja&lt;/span&gt;, and K&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ware&lt;/span&gt;" are.  I'm not joking.  She asks me a million times a day. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418631281710271762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SzLYcQspDRI/AAAAAAAABUM/nEpefDsCABw/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-4801317440018999977?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4801317440018999977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=4801317440018999977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4801317440018999977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4801317440018999977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-christmas-in-jaffray.html' title='Our Christmas in Jaffray'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SzLYwf1MtUI/AAAAAAAABVE/9iAUn_abiGw/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-2963366023321992737</id><published>2009-12-17T16:37:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:50:25.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis The Season...</title><content type='html'>We have been crazy busy around here. As I'm sure you have been too. Getting ready for Christmas is a ton of work. Especially because our Christmas is starting early as we head to BC tomorrow morning! Eek! So here's a quick peek into what we've been doing this last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got Christmas pictures done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416369764816597346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SyrPmpwPMWI/AAAAAAAABT0/u0FSjmviSbE/s320/6320502504.jpg" /&gt;Went and found Santa at Tim's work Christmas Party:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416355307267261010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SyrCdHL3glI/AAAAAAAABR8/3BSYXJe3UT8/s320/IMG_1022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Helped" Mommy make Nuts &amp;amp; Bolts:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416355329745217074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SyrCea7B5jI/AAAAAAAABSU/I3S2Qkh7f-Q/s320/IMG_1040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Made two double batches of Sweet Addiction Nuts &amp;amp; Bolts:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416358663118296178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SyrFgctGlHI/AAAAAAAABTM/cTaUeCrFWDU/s320/IMG_1057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UNdecorated&lt;/span&gt; the tree for the millionth time:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416359829302190690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SyrGkVFAomI/AAAAAAAABTs/wLJG3alma_w/s320/IMG_1063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sent out a TON of Christmas cards:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416358666391952722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SyrFgo5mnVI/AAAAAAAABTU/N-V3RhIBV00/s320/IMG_1055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did a bunch of baking (this is only some):&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416356761357413874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SyrDxwF-bfI/AAAAAAAABTE/4HY5Ffny8yc/s320/IMG_1058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wrote a letter to Santa:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416355338537637074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SyrCe7rTlNI/AAAAAAAABSc/SNDk37e7o94/s320/IMG_1045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wrapped presents with Kinsey's "help":&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416356749783906978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SyrDxE-ouqI/AAAAAAAABS8/Q0RbTKRcgBI/s320/IMG_1061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally got around to decorating the sugar cookies:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416356739455919170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SyrDwegQJEI/AAAAAAAABSs/kIjVl1GKCDE/s320/IMG_1070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Found Santa again at our Ward Christmas Party:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416358676061293842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SyrFhM69DRI/AAAAAAAABTc/CEkO3Ahy6VM/s320/DSCF3931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tried to be crafty (I suck at it) and made these:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416356731109772802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SyrDv_aYDgI/AAAAAAAABSk/tdTP1KO59Lw/s320/IMG_1052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And got into the stickers:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416355322435241298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SyrCd_sMhVI/AAAAAAAABSM/KrFKc8hrHuA/s320/IMG_1033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We've been hard at it here with all this stuff.   PLUS Kinsey's been teething.  And yes, if we don't leave the house, then Kinsey stays in her jammies all day long.  But she does get clean ones before bed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're exhausted!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416355314840931186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SyrCdjZki3I/AAAAAAAABSE/n2dYc9SjocI/s320/IMG_1031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-2963366023321992737?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/2963366023321992737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=2963366023321992737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2963366023321992737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2963366023321992737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis The Season...'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SyrPmpwPMWI/AAAAAAAABT0/u0FSjmviSbE/s72-c/6320502504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-1157647692371158065</id><published>2009-12-10T15:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:03:25.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Hooooo</title><content type='html'>My Kinsey is hilarious! This little girl keeps Tim and I in stitches all day long. She just doesn't stop....ever. Seriously, there's not pause or even a mute button on this little one. She talks non-stop. Ya she's only 15 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt; but she can say anything. I think her favorite is "no, no, no" and she always says it three times just like that. My favorites are "mommy" and "I love you". I love it! Ball, puppy, and buffalo are the other ones that we hear a ton around here. When Tim calls us from work she will actually talk to him on the phone. It usually goes like this "Hi! Dad! I love you! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Buh&lt;/span&gt; Bye!" And she's always very animated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinsey's new favorite thing... Santa! I know! I was so prepared for one of those screaming/crying pictures of my Kinsey on Santa's knee this year, but no. She loves him. We had no problem getting her picture taken with him at the mall. Well, there was one little problem -- she wouldn't stop saying "Ho &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hoooooo&lt;/span&gt;" long enough to smile for the camera. :) And then we went to Tim's work Christmas party and once again there was Santa. She had to keep going over to him to show Tim and I that "Ho &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hooooo&lt;/span&gt;" was here. Oh ya, and according to Kinsey Santa doesn't have reindeer. He has a "buck". Yep, there's Mr. Ho &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hooooo&lt;/span&gt; and his Buck!  (Yes, she can say Santa but prefers to call him Ho Hoooo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413741336426541938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SyF5D--Nc3I/AAAAAAAABR0/DMc6NpO1WQU/s400/IMG_1011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kinsey is so friendly. She would sit with absolutely anyone at church - even if we hardly know them. I chase her around church trying to save people from her. I've told my Mom that I can't let her out of the shopping cart when we go places &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; Kinsey would honestly take any stranger's hand and walk right out of the store with them. She's so trusting that it scares me. She's a handful, but such a sweetheart. I'll have to make a new video of her doing her "surprise face". It cracks me up! It's gonna be the perfect face for Christmas morning. Christmas is going to be a blast. Kinsey's so excited about everything. She's loving our Christmas Tree. She's pretty much stopped pulling the balls of the tree now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I showed her how to lay under the tree and look at the lights. She points to each light and says "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pitty&lt;/span&gt;" (pretty).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's our Kinsey. She's a busy one, but way too much fun! We love her to pieces. Life must have been boring before her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS I no longer have to chase Kinsey around church on Sundays. She's not old enough to go to nursery, but Tim and I got put in as nursery leaders so she comes with us. I'm totally loving it! What a fun calling!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-1157647692371158065?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1157647692371158065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=1157647692371158065&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/1157647692371158065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/1157647692371158065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-hooooo.html' title='Ho Hooooo'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SyF5D--Nc3I/AAAAAAAABR0/DMc6NpO1WQU/s72-c/IMG_1011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-1955106688273047414</id><published>2009-11-25T10:01:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:53:47.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='`'/><title type='text'>Truck Time!</title><content type='html'>Over the past year Tim's been working on some upgrades and accessories for his truck. You see, Tim has been collecting pop cans for money and he fills up our vehicles at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fas&lt;/span&gt; Gas to get the cash back promo that they do. He's been saving all these $20 bills that he's been getting here and there from those two things and calls that his "Truck Fund".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started with some stuff that can't really be seen like load levelling air bags with an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;onboard&lt;/span&gt; compressor and gauge. He's also done a 2" levelling kit, the headache rack and box rails, 3" tube running boards, chrome handles, chrome door spears, and a remote starter (okay that one was for me). But he is really excited about his most recent upgrade... his wheels. He got the big, chunky tires like he wanted and new rims. To be more specific they are &lt;a href="http://aewheel.com/eagle_alloy_wheels.cfm?id=363#"&gt;American Eagle chrome on black rims &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.colesa.ru/images/Image/kelly-safari-tsr.jpg"&gt;35" Kelly Safari &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TSR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;tires. We're loving it! The truck barely even looks like the truck we bought a summer ago (the pictures just don't do it justice). We still have more that we want to do to the truck, but the Truck Fund is running low after the last purchase. But we're &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; happy about our new wheels and just love our truck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEFORE:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408094817060753570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sw1plTKJkKI/AAAAAAAABRc/710DOWzgb9s/s320/Aug8.08_2008+Dodge+Ram+1500+(5).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFTER (well in progress...):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408094840513210978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sw1pmqhpqmI/AAAAAAAABRs/FcIL9Vl0SmU/s320/138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408094829859440690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sw1pmC1mCDI/AAAAAAAABRk/9Yal6s5dZ0g/s320/130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-1955106688273047414?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1955106688273047414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=1955106688273047414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/1955106688273047414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/1955106688273047414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/11/truck-time.html' title='Truck Time!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sw1plTKJkKI/AAAAAAAABRc/710DOWzgb9s/s72-c/Aug8.08_2008+Dodge+Ram+1500+(5).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-4770596239103232897</id><published>2009-11-23T13:04:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:29:51.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney on Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had the funnest weekend! It was a super long drive, but we went to Spokane. It was Mom's birthday and she wanted us all to celebrate with her there. What a great idea! It was a busy weekend. Saturday morning we left the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Daddys&lt;/span&gt; at the hotel with the little ones and went to the Spokane Temple. Oh wow is it ever beautiful! I've only ever been to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cardston&lt;/span&gt; Temple as there aren't too many around these parts. Then Saturday afternoon we went to The Olive Garden for Mama's birthday party. And after a little shopping we headed over to the ice arena for &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneyonice/"&gt;Disney on Ice&lt;/a&gt;. It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt;! Kinsey was in awe the entire 2 hours. She squealed and pointed and clapped and loved it all. It was so great to see her. I ended up staring at her with a silly smile on my face more than I did the show. To see your little one love and enjoy something so much is the absolute BEST thing. She spent most of the show standing on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bupbup's&lt;/span&gt; lap. You couldn't peal her eyes away from the skaters. The show was Mickey Mouse, The Lion King, Cars, Little Mermaid, &amp;amp; Tinkerbell. Kinsey loved all the animals in the Lion King and also loved trying to catch the bubbles (from the Little Mermaid) and the pixie dust (from Tinkerbell) that they shot out over the crowd. We had such great seats. It felt like we were right there on the ice too. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; So much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching the show with Mommy:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407398644230197634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SwrwatRFEYI/AAAAAAAABQ8/neqdR8bmJCw/s320/IMG_0633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinsey &amp;amp; Kamry loving it all:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407464700843356290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SwssftU7cII/AAAAAAAABRU/02FWw8G58PI/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinsey wearing her Tinkerbell tulip hat that Bupbup got her:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407398655129962866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SwrwbV3ySXI/AAAAAAAABRM/c2W9LsD0FZI/s320/IMG_0649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamry rockin' the Tinkerbell hat:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407398650390059746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SwrwbENtGuI/AAAAAAAABRE/r5uJNNIdFYk/s320/IMG_0640.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinsey with her worried face. This is the part in The Lion King where Moufasa is trampled by the wildebeasts. Kinsey was pointing, shaking her head, and saying "No no no". Bupbup told her the lion was "just sleeping". Oh boy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407398629429545618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SwrwZ2IVCpI/AAAAAAAABQs/fDwgE0RHHMQ/s320/IMG_0589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I so wanna go back next year. Maybe Daddy will join us next time. I have a feeling he will!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-4770596239103232897?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4770596239103232897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=4770596239103232897&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4770596239103232897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4770596239103232897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/11/disney-on-ice.html' title='Disney on Ice'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SwrwatRFEYI/AAAAAAAABQ8/neqdR8bmJCw/s72-c/IMG_0633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-5317631443545581355</id><published>2009-11-06T09:27:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:07:28.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've got Attitude!</title><content type='html'>So it's November and most people are thinking snow and Christmas. But in this house, we're still thinking camping. We're always thinking camping. We went to Calgary yesterday and got some Attitude!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401028917127323986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SvRPLyr8oVI/AAAAAAAABQU/XpEp63HR3m8/s320/34967c5_20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, we bought a new trailer. Actually we bought an Eclipse Attitude Toy Hauler. We're in heaven. Tim wants to load up his quad and go camping today. Too bad he's at work or we just may have. Tim's favorite part is the whole loading up the quad thingy, but mine is the two queen beds that lower from the roof. Awesome eh?  Well that and the microwave. (Cuz it isn't camping unless you have a microwave right? haha) We're really excited about our new toy hauler. Is it camping season yet?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401028904899744818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SvRPLFIqlDI/AAAAAAAABP8/fOpg93x0eD4/s320/4944ih2_20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401028912912050290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SvRPLi-8qHI/AAAAAAAABQM/_RE2adLnGlM/s320/29763le_20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401028908079499426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SvRPLQ-xyKI/AAAAAAAABQE/eBfRr8yL2cs/s320/24201l2_20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401029159402077618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SvRPZ5Ov_bI/AAAAAAAABQk/7doCU_ownus/s320/55576c3_20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is now we have two trailers sitting in our driveway. Do you want the &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2008/04/bring-on-summer.html"&gt;other one&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-5317631443545581355?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5317631443545581355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=5317631443545581355&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5317631443545581355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5317631443545581355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/11/weve-got-attitude.html' title='We&apos;ve got Attitude!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SvRPLyr8oVI/AAAAAAAABQU/XpEp63HR3m8/s72-c/34967c5_20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-8689803290309144271</id><published>2009-11-05T09:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:32:09.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh!  Tim wins again!</title><content type='html'>Why do I even bother? Tim wins ever year! So yes, Tim did the monster. Kimmy &amp;amp; Kamry did the wolf and Minnie Mouse and they came in as a tie for 2nd. Kinsey and I lost....bad. We did the bat the the Trick or Treat. Next year I'm doing a smiley face. It'll be easier. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SvL9yYAHI_I/AAAAAAAABP0/eEdtv1TxqPA/s1600-h/b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400657945048851442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SvL9yYAHI_I/AAAAAAAABP0/eEdtv1TxqPA/s400/b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-8689803290309144271?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8689803290309144271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=8689803290309144271&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8689803290309144271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8689803290309144271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/11/ugh-tim-wins-again.html' title='Ugh!  Tim wins again!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SvL9yYAHI_I/AAAAAAAABP0/eEdtv1TxqPA/s72-c/b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-2558375969915075367</id><published>2009-11-01T09:27:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:47:07.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>We had a super fun Halloween around here. Kinsey loved every minute of it and that totally made it for us. It's so great to see a little kids face light up. She's so excited about everything. What a fun age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was very interested in carving pumpkins:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399174199985298802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Su24VC6T3XI/AAAAAAAABOc/x3eKZWY2-qo/s320/a+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The gooey insides didn't bother her one bit. She kept saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt;":&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399174186550074370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Su24UQ3GnAI/AAAAAAAABOU/yZpUx_W5Dk4/s320/a+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's our little ladybug:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399181785508629970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Su2_OlMATdI/AAAAAAAABPk/TbdY-L6XjnM/s320/b+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She loved looking at herself in the mirror (such a girl eh?):&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399177071052931570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Su268KeLQfI/AAAAAAAABOs/8D9qmRSvd5w/s320/b+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All set to go Trick or Treating:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399177072662064786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Su268Qd0rpI/AAAAAAAABO0/rNkRXyWk4Bs/s320/b+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Knocking on Granny Dodie's door:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399177085115525618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Su268-29afI/AAAAAAAABO8/kFqsuMQCdEA/s320/b+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Trying to steal some pumpkins:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399179925289126178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Su29iTVHSSI/AAAAAAAABPE/JbrjADV4iWI/s320/b+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taking a little break &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; Trick or Treating is hard work:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399179935944700322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Su29i7BmcaI/AAAAAAAABPM/9H4IVeC6TgU/s320/c.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Family Pic:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399174212062060946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Su24Vv5ooZI/AAAAAAAABOk/XWUH0iE9Yhk/s320/d.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Showing off our pumpkins and her Halloween &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; (Judging by her face, I think the cement was cold. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ooops&lt;/span&gt;.):&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399182405384332354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Su2_yqZ45EI/AAAAAAAABPs/XqBIGzuxUII/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-2558375969915075367?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/2558375969915075367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=2558375969915075367&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2558375969915075367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2558375969915075367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Su24VC6T3XI/AAAAAAAABOc/x3eKZWY2-qo/s72-c/a+(5).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-6044537175601432568</id><published>2009-10-30T20:24:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:01:35.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Annual Pumpkin Carving Contest</title><content type='html'>Yep, this is the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year! So just like all the &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html"&gt;other years&lt;/a&gt; pick your favorite. You have to choose only one. The contestants this year are Tim, Ashlee, Kinsey as well as our guests Kimmy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kamry&lt;/span&gt;. Remember &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-winner-is.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Britnee's&lt;/span&gt; wasn't invited&lt;/a&gt; back (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entries are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bat&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398590801594263474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Suuluyi3p7I/AAAAAAAABOM/N8oHE1aPtKY/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wolf&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398588297697763426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SuujdCzbIGI/AAAAAAAABN0/KG7sKvNDZZY/s320/005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Trick or Treat&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398588992196462802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SuukFeA0SNI/AAAAAAAABN8/Ly6yJdZdV98/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Minnie Mouse&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398588296132171842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Suujc8-KGEI/AAAAAAAABNs/PP0fz25a6j4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Monster looking through blinds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398590362037821314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SuulVNEcn4I/AAAAAAAABOE/LEfpSw3eayw/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So leave a comment to vote. But if you don't have a Blogger account here's how you vote (please vote!):&lt;br /&gt;-At the bottom of this post click "comments"&lt;br /&gt;-Type your vote in the "Leave your comment" section&lt;br /&gt;-check the "Name" dot&lt;br /&gt;-type your name in that field&lt;br /&gt;-then click "publish your comment"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PLEASE VOTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-6044537175601432568?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6044537175601432568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=6044537175601432568&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6044537175601432568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6044537175601432568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/10/5th-annual-pumpkin-carving-contest.html' title='5th Annual Pumpkin Carving Contest'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Suuluyi3p7I/AAAAAAAABOM/N8oHE1aPtKY/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-1079559968162433359</id><published>2009-10-29T17:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:15:23.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Fall... My Poor Kinsey</title><content type='html'>So we've had a few not so fun days around here. Our poor Kinsey is not feeling so well. Tuesday morning Kinsey was in the kitchen with Tim and well... she fell out of her highchair (don't ask). We were hoping it was just a bad fall and that she was all fine. No such luck. She wouldn't move her right arm. Not at all. She just kept crying and her wouldn't even try to move her little arm. So we took her to the ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to Raymond Hospital as I hate the wait in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lethbridge&lt;/span&gt;. They're so good there. So quick. They got us in right away. They checked her arm out and said she was for sure favoring her right arm. So now they wheeled her over to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xray&lt;/span&gt; machine and on the way there she opens her eyes (she fell asleep on the way to the hospital) and sees all these people looking at her and gives us a big smile and says "Hi". Then the crying started again (poor baby). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Xray&lt;/span&gt; was not fun. We had to twist her little arm all different ways to get some different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xrays&lt;/span&gt;. They gave us the results immediately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinsey has a cracked elbow. So not fun! However it's not really bad as they couldn't see it very well on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xray&lt;/span&gt;. The doctor told us to come back in a few days if she seems to be still favoring her arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's been a few days and I'm not sure what to do. She's now using her arm again, which is so good, but I know her elbow must still be really sore. She cries so hard when I try and put her shirt on or putting her arm through her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;carseat&lt;/span&gt; straps or if she just puts too much weight on it. Last night she tried getting off the couch and twisted her arm.... Let's just say that a LOT of crying followed that. I feel so bad for her. I wish I could switch her elbows. But we've been told that even with a crack that they probably wouldn't cast her arm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; little kid's bone heal so well and so quickly that they'd just let it be. So I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here's my Kinsey in a giant hospital bed:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398193450762550146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Suo8V7WKu4I/AAAAAAAABNc/JfNiq54dQmI/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398193447635506018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Suo8Vvsn02I/AAAAAAAABNU/BQDqUxQJ7_U/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And on a happy note... check out my cute Halloween Kinsey:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398193457045050578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Suo8WSwCFNI/AAAAAAAABNk/ziRA8CJx_Oc/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-1079559968162433359?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1079559968162433359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=1079559968162433359&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/1079559968162433359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/1079559968162433359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-fall-my-poor-kinsey.html' title='Bad Fall... My Poor Kinsey'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Suo8V7WKu4I/AAAAAAAABNc/JfNiq54dQmI/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-309988569975991156</id><published>2009-10-15T09:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:05:40.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinsey's Animal Sounds</title><content type='html'>Daddy was reading a story to Kinsey and she had to tell him all her farm animal sounds. Some of them she's been doing for a long time now, but just this week she started saying her piggy, rooster, and duck sounds. (13.5 mths old) If you can't get the video to work then go check it out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRkIPUeia_0"&gt;over here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dRkIPUeia_0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dRkIPUeia_0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-309988569975991156?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/309988569975991156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=309988569975991156&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/309988569975991156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/309988569975991156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/10/kinseys-animal-sound.html' title='Kinsey&apos;s Animal Sounds'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-5999363275443129820</id><published>2009-10-09T13:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:15:00.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump</title><content type='html'>For FHE last week Tim took us to &lt;a href="http://www.head-smashed-in.com/"&gt;Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump&lt;/a&gt;. Tim and I both haven’t been since we were little kids. We took Kinsey and she loved it. But of course she would right? She loves all things animal! There was a little 15 min movie at the beginning of the museum and Kinsey was in awe. The movie goes through the way the Indians used the cliff to hunt the buffalo 5000 years ago. Every time the buffalo came on the screen she would squeal and point. She also had to make sure that Tim and I both saw the buffalo too. It was a fun day.  I forgot how interesting it was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinsey fell asleep on the outside walk to see the cliff:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390679884142738802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Ss-Kyygr_XI/AAAAAAAABM0/h8VQ8x0slAY/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you see the cliff behind us?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390679896645194434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Ss-KzhFgUsI/AAAAAAAABM8/GqkigDdY_Jc/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinsey, Mommy &amp;amp; the buffalo:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390679923833671506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Ss-K1GXvj1I/AAAAAAAABNM/64pQw78hruQ/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Kinsey at the look-out:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390679912393036722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Ss-K0bwFU7I/AAAAAAAABNE/0ki7wenC1D0/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-5999363275443129820?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5999363275443129820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=5999363275443129820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5999363275443129820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5999363275443129820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/10/head-smashed-in-buffalo-jump.html' title='Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Ss-Kyygr_XI/AAAAAAAABM0/h8VQ8x0slAY/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-3990813783218265605</id><published>2009-10-03T08:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T08:38:30.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Up?</title><content type='html'>How do you keep up?  Being a Mommy is busy work.  I feel like I'm always playing catch-up with my journal keeping.  It bugs me.  For some reason it keeps falling to the bottom of the list after housework, grocery shopping, meals, exercise, and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being behind in my journal.  But I don't know when the best time is to do it.  Should I wake up early before Kinsey and do it then or should I catch up on some sleep?  Should I do it while she naps or is that a good time to do some housework?  Should I do it when she goes to sleep at night, but that's when I usually workout.  And it doesn't seem to happen when we're both awake.  And let's not bring up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of setting aside one day a week for my journal and organizing my home videos and pictures.  A specific day!  A just do it day.  Do you think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you journal?  How do you get it all done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-3990813783218265605?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/3990813783218265605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=3990813783218265605&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/3990813783218265605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/3990813783218265605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/10/keeping-up.html' title='Keeping Up?'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-2938717498590422388</id><published>2009-09-30T18:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:49:55.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Months Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have I told you how much I love this little girl?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387428241645504050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SsP9cSQwBjI/AAAAAAAABMM/VKxZNGCQa0E/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my world and I wouldn't have it any other way!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387440478281073058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SsQIkjSBAaI/AAAAAAAABMs/boFGPh2C-Js/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes me laugh all day long!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387428792863162370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SsP98XtSAAI/AAAAAAAABMU/wN8Qb8U2xmk/s320/New+Camera+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I ever get so lucky to be her Mommy?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387439965696387266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SsQIGtwTaMI/AAAAAAAABMk/c1E3ETNnWMo/s320/New+Camera+139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Kinsey Baby!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387439439127887954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SsQHoEIlwFI/AAAAAAAABMc/44zpDswTydA/s320/New+Camera+130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-2938717498590422388?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/2938717498590422388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=2938717498590422388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2938717498590422388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2938717498590422388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/09/13-months-old.html' title='13 Months Old!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SsP9cSQwBjI/AAAAAAAABMM/VKxZNGCQa0E/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-7577501298663237436</id><published>2009-09-22T17:23:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:48:39.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family, Parades, &amp; Huckleberries!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last weekend we went to Jaffray for the Fall Fair. We had so much fun! We got to spend lots of time with family, enjoy a parade, quad/hunt, and go huckleberry picking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got to go for walks with 2 of my very best friends!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387422370586426722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SsP4Gi3L_WI/AAAAAAAABLc/tC9mGrw8FKY/s320/10119_281809455295_733150295_8844441_527201_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jayda &amp;amp; Parker drove this little float in the parade and won first place! Kinsey had to try out the driver seat with both Danyca and Kamry:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387424125452471906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SsP5ssP2zmI/AAAAAAAABL8/LkwnqI0-X2A/s400/New+Folder+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hunters weren't so mighty as they came home empty handed. But they sure have some cute little girls!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387422559140026066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SsP4RhR3ltI/AAAAAAAABLk/ASHyKsxP18k/s320/10119_281816005295_733150295_8844702_1792520_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mmmmm huckleberries! There's nothing quite like them. Yummy!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387425839965984210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SsP7QfTu1dI/AAAAAAAABME/svHrU53PbcI/s400/Collages30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387423752248645906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SsP5W99IWRI/AAAAAAAABL0/7434bz7K0cs/s400/Collages31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-7577501298663237436?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/7577501298663237436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=7577501298663237436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/7577501298663237436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/7577501298663237436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-parades-huckleberries.html' title='Family, Parades, &amp; Huckleberries!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SsP4Gi3L_WI/AAAAAAAABLc/tC9mGrw8FKY/s72-c/10119_281809455295_733150295_8844441_527201_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-6163421508552511562</id><published>2009-09-12T14:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T14:21:03.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Corn</title><content type='html'>I decided to try and freeze some corn today. I've never done it before, but I watched someone on You Tube do it this morning and I think I've got it figured out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt; Oh course I had help from my little buddy. She's always there to lend a helping hand. We went on the deck to husk the corn and she was busy carrying all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cobs&lt;/span&gt; around. I went around and gathered them all up, but was still missing one. I finally found it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sqv_n5-qPnI/AAAAAAAABK0/B48ONi1P0WQ/s1600-h/Sep12.09_Freezing+Corn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380675240867806834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sqv_n5-qPnI/AAAAAAAABK0/B48ONi1P0WQ/s400/Sep12.09_Freezing+Corn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinsey had put it in the seat of her car and was trying to make a quick getaway. She's so funny! She's such a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smartie&lt;/span&gt;. Remind me when my keys or wallet go missing that they're probably in her car &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; this isn't the first time that the missing object has been found in this location. We search for ages for her bobby the other day to finally find it in her car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure love my little buddy! She makes my days so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-6163421508552511562?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6163421508552511562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=6163421508552511562&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6163421508552511562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6163421508552511562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-corn.html' title='Missing Corn'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sqv_n5-qPnI/AAAAAAAABK0/B48ONi1P0WQ/s72-c/Sep12.09_Freezing+Corn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-5082854987805064913</id><published>2009-09-11T14:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:09:08.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping at Little Bow</title><content type='html'>Tim was off so we went camping. Are you surprised? We decided to try out &lt;a href="http://gateway.cd.gov.ab.ca/siteinformation.aspx?id=69"&gt;Little Bow&lt;/a&gt;. I've never been there. Tim grew up there. Well not exactly, but he grew up in Champion which is only minutes away from Little Bow. With all the kids back in school we had the campground to ourselves.  We had fun hiking, riding bikes, fishing, playing on the swings, swimming the dogs, and eating campfire pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's our campsite:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380309761748102482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SqqzOOKP7VI/AAAAAAAABKM/7Z0x9rmr1Cc/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kinsey &amp;amp; Tim went for a walk:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380309094093924162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SqqynW9Fp0I/AAAAAAAABJ0/YjscuXSaZzU/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little hike along the water: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380310257866066018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SqqzrGV_SGI/AAAAAAAABKU/WZ3EfUMCJnw/s320/074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Maybe it wasn't a "little" hike.  Kinsey got tired:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sqqzr3vB9lI/AAAAAAAABKc/zMH-Bd8j8l8/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380310271124436562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sqqzr3vB9lI/AAAAAAAABKc/zMH-Bd8j8l8/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Watching the dogs play in the water:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380309749724736738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SqqzNhXp7OI/AAAAAAAABKE/dm73PTUehvg/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Looking for good skipping rocks with Daddy:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380309103031831074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sqqyn4QDSiI/AAAAAAAABJ8/RlpXA-dCnJc/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was so pretty there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380311685147114514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sqq0-LYTvBI/AAAAAAAABKk/e45HAjxe49g/s320/090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Can you see that black line across my bum? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380311697520470930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sqq0-5eWK5I/AAAAAAAABKs/TMcQMvYlYSw/s320/094.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Well I have a bruise across my bum shaped like that line.  My tailbone is so sore.  I jumped back when a wasp came at me and tripped on the campfire ring.  It was ugly.  I have two huge bruises on my calves where the ring caught them and a giant bruise on my tailbone where I landed on the ring.  It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ouchie&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-5082854987805064913?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5082854987805064913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=5082854987805064913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5082854987805064913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5082854987805064913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/09/camping-at-little-bow.html' title='Camping at Little Bow'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SqqzOOKP7VI/AAAAAAAABKM/7Z0x9rmr1Cc/s72-c/054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-7339341325506826453</id><published>2009-09-04T22:56:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T09:10:07.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping at Pole Haven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;After Kinsey's birthday bash Tim still had a few days before he needed to be back at work, so the three of us headed out camping. We went to Pole Haven and crossed our fingers that we wouldn't &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2007/06/pole-haven-camping-quading-creeks.html"&gt;dump our quad over in the river like last time&lt;/a&gt;. But we had much better luck. Actually the three of us just took it easy and did some gentle sight-seeing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quading&lt;/span&gt; around the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time relaxing. Well, except for the bear sighting...TWICE! Have I ever told you how completely freaked I am of bears? I won't camp in a tent because of bears. I'd lay away all night thinking I was hearing a bear outside our tent. And then that really did happen and that was the very last time I slept in a tent. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, bears.....yikes! And yes we saw a bear twice while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quading&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of Kinsey telling us about the bear:&lt;br /&gt;(To be honest I don't think she even saw the bear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I made Tim turn around so fast. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYxN_O9NAwQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYxN_O9NAwQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinsey loves camping, but nap times kinda get thrown off when we're out there. I swear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she went for a walk or a quad ride with Tim she came back sleeping. Each one of these pics is from a different time: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377999908176587282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SqJ-bDDy6hI/AAAAAAAABJs/VnEcevuRsNA/s400/2009-09-02+Pole+Haven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have I ever told you about Kinsey's best friend. It's Diesel. Those two love each other. Kinsey just can't get enough of him and is even starting to try and say his name. She calls him "Dies" - not bad eh? And even though most people can't tell our two black dogs apart, Kinsey can. She climbs on Diesel and rides him like a horsey and plays "peek-a-boo" with him, but she doesn't really have a whole lot to do with Dexter. Just her and Diesel! Here they are playing peek-a-boo (Kinsey's laugh is so dang cute.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kaeLILqeCT8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kaeLILqeCT8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinsey &amp;amp; Mommy ready for quading: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377998276404119618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SqJ88EO7CEI/AAAAAAAABI8/ZnjVSTjACnQ/s320/Pole+Haven+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinsey &amp;amp; Daddy at the top: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377998287078324498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SqJ88r_2eRI/AAAAAAAABJE/YbsgN_57Kbc/s320/Pole+Haven+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;Kinsey was giving Daddy kisses through the window: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377998822809191970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SqJ9b3wCxiI/AAAAAAAABJM/Kw18aUWKLP0/s320/Pole+Haven+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our campsite: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377998831245423650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SqJ9cXLZdCI/AAAAAAAABJU/1wUSchjz6UI/s320/Pole+Haven+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was right on the little creek and yes, Kinsey is sleeping in the backpack in this pic too: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377999313900183634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SqJ94dNQoFI/AAAAAAAABJc/iGjK4_Aovx4/s320/Pole+Haven+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;Kinsey &amp;amp; Daddy: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377999324971960338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SqJ95Gc-iBI/AAAAAAAABJk/BpaZvjwlAn8/s320/Pole+Haven+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sure had fun. But I don't want it to be the last for the season. So we haven't put the trailer away yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-7339341325506826453?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/7339341325506826453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=7339341325506826453&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/7339341325506826453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/7339341325506826453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/09/camping-at-pole-haven.html' title='Camping at Pole Haven'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SqJ-bDDy6hI/AAAAAAAABJs/VnEcevuRsNA/s72-c/2009-09-02+Pole+Haven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-4793705986739350367</id><published>2009-08-31T09:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:47:25.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinsey's Slideshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LdzSwa57dYs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LdzSwa57dYs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-4793705986739350367?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4793705986739350367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=4793705986739350367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4793705986739350367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4793705986739350367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/08/kinseys-slideshow.html' title='Kinsey&apos;s Slideshow'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-15987143706187636</id><published>2009-08-30T18:50:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:50:56.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday Kinsey!</title><content type='html'>My baby turned 1 year old today. Can you believe it? I sure can't. This last year has been the best with my Kinsey Ann. I feel so blessed to be her mommy. She's my little buddy and I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated with a Farm theme 1st birthday party. She loves animals so it was the perfect party for her. She loved having all her little friends over. It was so much fun! Here are a bunch of pics from the party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya, you don't want to know how many HOURS it took me to do this cake. It was my first time doing one of these:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375946952082693442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SpszRRo7nUI/AAAAAAAABHM/gM3OQhv3lFw/s320/Kinsey%27s+1st+Birthday+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made a cake and a cupcake tower.  Ummm yes, it was necessary.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375947535932336082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SpszzQpiJ9I/AAAAAAAABHs/HIuQJFsqQdk/s320/Kinsey%27s+1st+Birthday+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I also had to special order all the decorations from in the States cuz the banner has her name on it and I got farm pencils that said her name on them too (so worth it, right?):&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375947530423319186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Spszy8IFOpI/AAAAAAAABHk/yFE4ArJRg9U/s320/Kinsey%27s+1st+Birthday+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Birthday Girl:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375946976734172402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SpszSteTVPI/AAAAAAAABHc/syUY3DzKs-A/s320/Kinsey%27s+1st+Birthday+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinsey's buddies:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948287826385986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sps0fBrC3EI/AAAAAAAABH8/TDzd9baSzX0/s320/Kinsey%27s+1st+Birthday+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinsey &amp;amp; her newest cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kamry&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375947547447548146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Spszz7i-WPI/AAAAAAAABH0/fnCkVuW3HFs/s320/Kinsey%27s+1st+Birthday+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wearing her Birthday shirt (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375946963219405650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SpszR7IIW1I/AAAAAAAABHU/FEcfy_Jpm_8/s320/Kinsey%27s+1st+Birthday+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing "Happy Birthday"! She thought it was pretty funny, but didn't seem to notice the candle she was supposed to blow out. Lucky Parker was there to help blow out the candle. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948297273278002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sps0fk3W_jI/AAAAAAAABIE/_EYlpQNNNcM/s320/Kinsey%27s+1st+Birthday+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Danyca&lt;/span&gt; was showing Kinsey how to eat the cake. Kinsey was more concerned about the icing that was stuck to her hand.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948306309727922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sps0gGh0RrI/AAAAAAAABIM/7IKIZOLn2FU/s320/Kinsey%27s+1st+Birthday+111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We made Farm Animal Balloons:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948789024686658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sps08MyCAkI/AAAAAAAABIU/Zzf1PJZAiS8/s320/Kinsey%27s+1st+Birthday+127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Present Time!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948797688803458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sps08tDt8II/AAAAAAAABIc/HSJu0pUf9c0/s320/Kinsey%27s+1st+Birthday+155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was chaotic, but boy was it fun! It was so nice of everyone to come to Kinsey's party. I love this little girl so much! What did I ever do before her? One year old... Wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY KINSEY ANN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-15987143706187636?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/15987143706187636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=15987143706187636&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/15987143706187636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/15987143706187636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-1st-birthday-kinsey.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday Kinsey!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SpszRRo7nUI/AAAAAAAABHM/gM3OQhv3lFw/s72-c/Kinsey%27s+1st+Birthday+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-6298303052711182075</id><published>2009-08-04T18:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:46:59.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping in Kalispell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know I'm really behind on my blogging. We've been so busy having fun this summer that I haven't got around to blogging about the fun. Sorry! I'll do some catch-up posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the long weekend we loaded up and headed camping in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kalispell&lt;/span&gt;. We met Mom &amp;amp; Dad there. We stayed in a really pretty site right on the Flathead River. Kinsey loved camping with Mama &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bupbup&lt;/span&gt;. And I loved having two extra people to help me chase Kinsey around. She's so good at walking now and can cover a ton of ground pretty fast. Took all four of us to keep up to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366296501186749474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnjqPGioZCI/AAAAAAAABFc/oXqBjN4yZcg/s320/095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We did a lot of fun things. We shopped a few different RV stores and each found our dream RVs (maybe next year). The girls shopped Target and got some super deals while the boys did their own kind of shopping at all kinds of truck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accessories&lt;/span&gt; stores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366296511791413474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnjqPuC-uOI/AAAAAAAABFk/4bp6s5SA2aM/s320/169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also swam and played in the river at our campsite. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366296483802736674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnjqOFx9aCI/AAAAAAAABFM/HJyAXC1K6O4/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366296471357394562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnjqNXawjoI/AAAAAAAABFE/mJA0ft5af0U/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a picnic in the park and fed the ducks. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366296492930033106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnjqOnyE5dI/AAAAAAAABFU/XAlph4ENITY/s320/078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366289611636487090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Snjj-E92M7I/AAAAAAAABE8/FtNtzVe4WgE/s320/127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played on the swings.  Kinsey would cry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we tried to pry her off of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366289604885541106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Snjj9r0S8PI/AAAAAAAABE0/csiwYiX2NoA/s320/144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate some yummy food. (Can you see Kinsey behind all the food?) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366289592914991474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Snjj8_OS2XI/AAAAAAAABEk/GrifKhYmHmQ/s320/175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366289598905549794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Snjj9Vijg-I/AAAAAAAABEs/CQxaCB2bZjo/s320/172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out by the campfire that was right on the river. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366289585588840770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Snjj8j7mqUI/AAAAAAAABEc/BPWwIUMCAbI/s320/162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And danced a little in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/229857030471"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/229857030471" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy did we have fun! Thanks Mama &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bupbup&lt;/span&gt; for camping with us in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kalispell&lt;/span&gt;! We miss you guys already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-6298303052711182075?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6298303052711182075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=6298303052711182075&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6298303052711182075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6298303052711182075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/08/camping-in-kalispell.html' title='Camping in Kalispell!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnjqPGioZCI/AAAAAAAABFc/oXqBjN4yZcg/s72-c/095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-2723538059893224230</id><published>2009-07-27T09:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:49:47.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>McLean Creek Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This last weekend we went camping up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kananaskis&lt;/span&gt; at McLean creek. We went with Trent, Tara, &amp;amp; Blake and Adam, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; Clinton. We stayed in a really nice place and got to see some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dirtbikers&lt;/span&gt; try and climb the hill called The Widow Maker (they eventually made it). Saw some 4x4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;. Saw some idiots sink their truck in a giant mud hole. Tim was so bummed that he didn't have his quad with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Kinsey sleeping on Clinton's shoulder after a little bike ride: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366512981000028898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnmvH4sHguI/AAAAAAAABF8/eZOF_HJQRPg/s320/McLean+Creek+Camping_Jul.09+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elbow Falls: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366513026516664978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnmvKiQIQpI/AAAAAAAABGc/b-Tnst_b6u4/s320/McLean+Creek+Camping_Jul.09+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kinsey &amp;amp; Blake enjoying the view: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366513018929493042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnmvKF_NNDI/AAAAAAAABGU/JxluC7XWtwk/s320/McLean+Creek+Camping_Jul.09+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kinsey &amp;amp; Mommy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366514375798608258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnmwZEuA0YI/AAAAAAAABGk/-Lg_Deo5khA/s320/McLean+Creek+Camping_Jul.09+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pic of Kinsey &amp;amp; Blake at Elbow Falls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366513016429670050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnmvJ8rM7qI/AAAAAAAABGM/inM1apIeFJE/s320/McLean+Creek+Camping_Jul.09+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some 4x4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; that the boys did while the girls and babies were back at camp:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366513005456436610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnmvJTy-rYI/AAAAAAAABGE/1We-Adsq2Qc/s320/McLean+Creek+Camping_Jul.09+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Kinsey REALLY enjoyed camping - just listen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/230251695471"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/230251695471" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-2723538059893224230?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/2723538059893224230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=2723538059893224230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2723538059893224230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2723538059893224230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/07/mclean-creek-camping.html' title='McLean Creek Camping'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnmvH4sHguI/AAAAAAAABF8/eZOF_HJQRPg/s72-c/McLean+Creek+Camping_Jul.09+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-4695414171429288854</id><published>2009-07-11T23:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:09:47.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping Stones!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was exactly one year ago today that I cried when I walked out of my office for the last time after working for 7 years. And today I cried again. Kinsey and I have decided that we're finished nursing (that's a very long story in itself). We're done. As I nursed her for the last time I cried. The crying really has nothing to do with nursing. It's that my baby is growing too fast! Next month she's a year old. Well at the very end of the month, but still next month. Can't I just keep her tiny forever? Keep her in my arms sheltered from this crazy world? She's my little buddy! We do everything (and I do mean EVERYTHING) together. I can count on one hand how many times I've been alone in the last 10.5 mths. But I wouldn't have it any other way. Being a mommy is the best thing ever! And my little buddy thinks I'm the coolest. She loves when I sing and dance. She joins in and giggles. And she doesn't mind all my singing and dancing to Michael Jackson songs that I've been doing lately. Ya, it's not all easy. But it sure is fun way more often than it's hard. My sister tells me it's just all stepping stones. I told her how I felt silly crying about stopping nursing and she said it's the same as when she put her little girl on the Kindergarten bus this year. And it never ends. (I'm sure my mom could tell me that!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah stepping stones! I guess I can't avoid them. So I'll enjoy each day with my Kinsey Baby as she grows into a little girl. I don't want to miss a second!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357436308313001570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sllv7__GzmI/AAAAAAAABEU/8COAwMgyxqs/s400/New+Folder+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-4695414171429288854?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4695414171429288854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=4695414171429288854&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4695414171429288854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4695414171429288854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/07/stepping-stones.html' title='Stepping Stones!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sllv7__GzmI/AAAAAAAABEU/8COAwMgyxqs/s72-c/New+Folder+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-7050707087073554228</id><published>2009-06-21T13:11:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:24:26.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinsey's Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SkEpmIV2vwI/AAAAAAAABDk/LZ98vzrpIQE/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinsey has the best daddy! She is one lucky little girl She adores her daddy. When he comes home from work she attaches herself to him and nothing can get her off him. She knows when Daddy goes outside she gets to go with him. Thank goodness we finally got one of those baby hiking backpack things for poor Tim. They do everything together outside -- feed and play with the dogs, mow the lawn, weed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wack&lt;/span&gt;, you name it! Daddy is her favorite. He's so good to her. I always knew he'd be a great daddy. Happy Father's Day Tim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the card/poster that "Kinsey" made for her Daddy. We put it on the wall so he'd see it when he walked in the door from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nightshift&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350603852107986882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SkEp2tK7t8I/AAAAAAAABDs/b6LoyOU7ID4/s400/079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-7050707087073554228?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/7050707087073554228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=7050707087073554228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/7050707087073554228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/7050707087073554228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/06/kinseys-daddy.html' title='Kinsey&apos;s Daddy'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SkEp2tK7t8I/AAAAAAAABDs/b6LoyOU7ID4/s72-c/079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-2368983964389601560</id><published>2009-06-17T12:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:10:07.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beautiful Niece!</title><content type='html'>My sister Kimmy had a beautiful baby girl! Kamry Dawn arrived ON HER DUE DATE - June 16th at 10:00pm. Kamry was 8lbs 6oz and 21". She's just so pretty! Kinsey and I went over to Trail to meet Kamry. It was a long drive, but so worth it! Kimmy did so well. I'm so proud of her. I just can't believe that my little sister is a mommy. But she'll be an amazing mommy. I just know it! Congrats Kimmy &amp;amp; Brendan on your little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamry &amp;amp; Mommy:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350601715855045778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SkEn6XAitJI/AAAAAAAABDE/0Rd-zg6sPwA/s200/4835_216021025295_733150295_7291100_7310107_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamry Dawn:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350601725504542882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SkEn669KWKI/AAAAAAAABDU/Ke_ps4ekJSw/s200/4835_216021060295_733150295_7291106_2492169_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamry's Aunties arrived to cuddle &amp;amp; kiss her:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SkEn7It1QKI/AAAAAAAABDc/zJTc1H7d3Ws/s1600-h/5066_94704956510_639586510_2435486_7177842_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350601729198342306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SkEn7It1QKI/AAAAAAAABDc/zJTc1H7d3Ws/s200/5066_94704956510_639586510_2435486_7177842_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Kamry and her little cousins that all came to see her in the hospital:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SkEn6vJ_RBI/AAAAAAAABDM/xaryk4slYWM/s1600-h/4835_216021045295_733150295_7291103_5417112_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350601722337117202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SkEn6vJ_RBI/AAAAAAAABDM/xaryk4slYWM/s200/4835_216021045295_733150295_7291103_5417112_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-2368983964389601560?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/2368983964389601560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=2368983964389601560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2368983964389601560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2368983964389601560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-beautiful-niece.html' title='My Beautiful Niece!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SkEn6XAitJI/AAAAAAAABDE/0Rd-zg6sPwA/s72-c/4835_216021025295_733150295_7291100_7310107_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-4070341199107699583</id><published>2009-06-13T18:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:34:03.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Kinsey Baby</title><content type='html'>So it's been quite a while since I actually have been able to sit down and write an update. I've just been so busy that I haven't found the spare time to keep up with the blog. I'm going to try and do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To catch you all up on Kinsey I thought I'd do one of those 25 facts thingys. So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kinsey is 9.5 mths old.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kinsey started crawling at almost 8 mths.&lt;br /&gt;3. Kinsey started climbing as soon as she figured out crawling and has had many bumps cuz she didn't know she needed to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;4. Kinsey started &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/05/kinsey-walking_30.html"&gt;walking&lt;/a&gt; at exactly 9 mths and is getting very good.&lt;br /&gt;5. Kinsey said "Mom" for the 1st time on Mother's Day and now when she wants me to pick her up hangs on my leg and says "mom mom mom".&lt;br /&gt;6. Kinsey has been waving bye bye since Easter (about 7.5 mths old). But she doesn't do the typical baby wave. She does a princess wave - like what you'd see in a parade. It's adorable.&lt;br /&gt;7. Kinsey weighs 18lbs 10oz and is 28.5" long. Yes she's very tall.&lt;br /&gt;8. She's a cat napper. (Enough said!)&lt;br /&gt;9. She loves to eat and will eat any food I give her.&lt;br /&gt;10. She has no eye color. They are kinda grey and kinda green and kinda nothing. No one knows. I put hazel on her passport cuz I didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;11. She loves her bath. When the water is running she tries to undress herself.&lt;br /&gt;12. She only has her two bottom teeth and she's had those since she was 6 mths.&lt;br /&gt;13. She loves books. She loves to pull them out and flip through them but really loves when I read them to her.&lt;br /&gt;14. She is chatty. Always jibber-jabbing away.&lt;br /&gt;15. She makes the funniest faces -- you remember &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/04/kinsey-silly-face.html"&gt;the video&lt;/a&gt;. Her new one is this wrinkled up nose one. It's cute.&lt;br /&gt;16. She no longer plays strange. She'll go to most people now.&lt;br /&gt;17. She'll sing with me. I'll sing the ohh &amp;amp; ahh part from the song Last Kiss (you know it right?) and she'll copy me. It's so dang cute.&lt;br /&gt;18. She LOVES dogs. Especially Diesel. He makes her giggle forever and he loves her too. Won't leave her alone.&lt;br /&gt;19. If Daddy goes outside she has to go with him. And if she can't go, like when he's leaving for work, she'll have a meltdown.&lt;br /&gt;20. Kinsey is still nursing but will also take a bottle. I just wish she would try and hold her own bottle.&lt;br /&gt;21. She has this crazy attachment to her blankie - this just started two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;22. She's an amazing traveller - loves her carseat. I'm not sure why I even bothered to worry about the flight to Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;23. Kinsey loves to drop things from her high chair or out of the shopping cart for Mommy to pick up. She thinks it's a fun game.&lt;br /&gt;24. She loves folded laundry. The pile of clothes doesn't interest her -- just the folded ones.&lt;br /&gt;25. Her favorite thing...a cell phone. Always wants a cell phone. Why do we even bother buying real toys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's our Kinsey. She's a bit of a ham, super noisy, crazy busy, and a bundle of fun. Man, my life must have been boring before her. She is entertaining...to say the least. Her daddy and I love her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sj2DLvojcPI/AAAAAAAABC8/jUs0ge2O8Ls/s1600-h/2009-06-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349576170174378226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sj2DLvojcPI/AAAAAAAABC8/jUs0ge2O8Ls/s400/2009-06-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-4070341199107699583?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4070341199107699583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=4070341199107699583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4070341199107699583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4070341199107699583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-kinsey-baby.html' title='Our Kinsey Baby'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sj2DLvojcPI/AAAAAAAABC8/jUs0ge2O8Ls/s72-c/2009-06-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-5931063628655179317</id><published>2009-06-10T15:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:39:02.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We just had such a fun weekend. We caught one of those $29 flights out of Great Falls to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas. It was so much fun. We didn't do the tourist/the strip thing this time. We went down and spent the entire time with family. Tim's dad, sister, and three brothers all live in Vegas. It was so fun to spend time with them. Most of them hadn't met Kinsey yet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grampa&lt;/span&gt; hadn't seen her in a few months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinsey &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mckenna&lt;/span&gt; watching a movie:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345812825759299026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SjAkcRMcNdI/AAAAAAAABCk/Am5D3XEJWjM/s200/Las+Vegas+(June+2009)+142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madison &amp;amp; Kinsey swimming:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345811835775779778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SjAjipN-g8I/AAAAAAAABCE/eCivO_b4Bw0/s200/Las+Vegas+(June+2009)+135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was such a nice and relaxing vacation. We swam all day in their pool, ate amazing food (I probably gained a ton of weight, but I'm not going to weigh myself to find out), and hung out with family. The weather was perfect. It was around 30*C the whole time (which is better than the 4 inches of snow we got here at home when we were gone). We were spoiled. With so many arms wanting to hold and play with Kinsey I wasn't even sure I had a baby. Well until she needed to eat or sleep...and for some reason no one wanted the diaper duty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vegas Baby!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345812831665926050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SjAkcnMsL6I/AAAAAAAABCs/6rXExFdAKzc/s200/Las+Vegas+(June+2009)+151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Megan &amp;amp; Kinsey enjoying the "cool" evening:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345812822939320882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SjAkcGsGwjI/AAAAAAAABCc/eOuIhWnmhaU/s200/Las+Vegas+(June+2009)+141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kinsey was amazing! Not a single cry the entire time. I was freaking out and had major anxiety about flying with a 9 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mth&lt;/span&gt; old baby. But no worries. On the flights both there and back she slept from take-off till we were walking off the plane. Amazing eh? And even with the drive to and from Great Falls she slept and only woke while we were at the border. I worried for nothing. She's such a good traveller. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay so we didn't completely avoid the strip.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Kinsey at the slots:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345811829275872834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SjAjiRARzkI/AAAAAAAABB8/jaUyizhpkqU/s200/Las+Vegas+(June+2009)+099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Excalibur&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345811828814427986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SjAjiPSQt1I/AAAAAAAABB0/EkQyPRLeuv4/s200/Las+Vegas+(June+2009)+096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy &amp;amp; Kinsey on the strip:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345812836774808002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SjAkc6OvicI/AAAAAAAABC0/CcxTln_g7l8/s200/Las+Vegas+(June+2009)+155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vegas was a blast. It was so nice to see family. We miss them already. And Kinsey really misses all her cousins that played with her non-stop. We can't wait to go back (or to have them come visit us *hint*hint*). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinsey getting some Grampa time:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345811838466783810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SjAjizPj-kI/AAAAAAAABCM/7LVYesh_8ig/s200/Las+Vegas+(June+2009)+138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinsey with Auntie Theresa, Megan, and Mommy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345811842410868002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SjAjjB757SI/AAAAAAAABCU/MJMmb5BwbfA/s200/Las+Vegas+(June+2009)+140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks for having us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-5931063628655179317?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5931063628655179317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=5931063628655179317&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5931063628655179317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5931063628655179317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/06/viva-las-vegas.html' title='Viva Las Vegas!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SjAkcRMcNdI/AAAAAAAABCk/Am5D3XEJWjM/s72-c/Las+Vegas+(June+2009)+142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-4699625235450106131</id><published>2009-05-30T22:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:57:59.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinsey's Walking!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="260" height="173" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=d8ced9d71e&amp;photo_id=3580768282&amp;flickr_show_info_box=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=d8ced9d71e&amp;photo_id=3580768282&amp;flickr_show_info_box=true" height="173" width="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11243756@N04/3580768282/"&gt;Kinsey Walking (9 mths old) - May 30/09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/11243756@N04/"&gt;trnilsson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kinsey is exactly 9 mths old today and she's decided to walk!  I know!! She just let go and took 6 steps all by herself. And now she's been doing it over and over again. She thinks it's a really fun game to walk back and forth between Mommy and Daddy.  She'll even stop walking and catch her balance and then start walking again.  She's only been crawling for just over a month (which I haven't even had a chance to blog about yet), but I guess she'd rather walk.  I just can't believe how big my baby is!  Earlier today Tim found a lost video of Kinsey when she was only weeks old.  She was so tiny  -- like eating her little fists.  How did she get this old?  I swear I just blinked and now she's already 9 mths old.  Thank goodness for pictures and videos to help us remember, eh?.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-4699625235450106131?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4699625235450106131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=4699625235450106131&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4699625235450106131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4699625235450106131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/05/kinsey-walking_30.html' title='Kinsey&amp;#39;s Walking!!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-4351442253569066217</id><published>2009-05-20T11:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:19:16.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim Quading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="260" height="195" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=0f97a2cda1&amp;photo_id=3547085909&amp;flickr_show_info_box=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=0f97a2cda1&amp;photo_id=3547085909&amp;flickr_show_info_box=true" height="195" width="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11243756@N04/3547085909/"&gt;Tim Quading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/11243756@N04/"&gt;trnilsson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tim went out quading with my dad and my brother-in-law Brendan last weekend.  The water was faster and higher than normal.  Guess it's that time of year.  He was trying to cross the river, but ended up getting swept downstream instead and never made it.  I wonder if it made Tim worry a bit....&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-4351442253569066217?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4351442253569066217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=4351442253569066217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4351442253569066217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4351442253569066217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/05/tim-quading_20.html' title='Tim Quading'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-1653233869959743425</id><published>2009-04-25T09:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:38:24.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a huge picture taker (not a photographer). I take pictures of everything. I don't want to forget anything. And I'm always telling my Mom or sisters to take pictures too. But I'm a hypocrite. There's something that over the last&lt;em&gt; almost &lt;/em&gt;eight months that I had not taken a picture of. Tim told me I needed to and I have to agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Kinsey was 3 weeks old I have never taken a picture of her back without a shirt on. I love those pictures of babies that are naked and facing away from the camera with their little bums showing, but I don't have any of those of Kinsey. Why you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinsey has a birthmark which I know isn't really a big deal, right? She wasn't born with it. When I was dressing her for her blessing day I noticed this tiny little red mark on her back. I thought I scratched her or something. But over the weeks it grew. And it grew fast! And it's still growing. I asked the doctor about it and he said it's a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strawberry_birthmark"&gt;Strawberry Birthmark&lt;/a&gt;. He said that her birthmark will continue to grow and the bump will too until she's 12-18 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt; old. But in most cases Strawberry birthmarks disappear by the time the child is 5 years old. It's a lucky thing that it's on Kinsey's back and not on her face like so many are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm not really sure why I didn't tell you about her birthmark or why I haven't taken a picture of it. When I take her swimming I make sure her bathing suit covers it. Mostly because I don't want strangers to wonder what's that huge red bump on her back and stare (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; you know strangers stare and don't ask). I know I'm being weird about it. It's actually a pretty big deal. We have to go see a specialist about it in May. Right now her birthmark is a bit bigger than the size of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;toonie&lt;/span&gt; and it bumps out about an inch from her back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are some pictures of Kinsey like never before:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328678060767055090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SfNEdrZwDPI/AAAAAAAABBs/_khw8P4d77Q/s400/Collages1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&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/31639052-1653233869959743425?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1653233869959743425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=1653233869959743425&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/1653233869959743425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/1653233869959743425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/04/strawberry.html' title='Strawberry'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SfNEdrZwDPI/AAAAAAAABBs/_khw8P4d77Q/s72-c/Collages1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-6642352258204368873</id><published>2009-04-22T12:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:47:36.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinsey's Silly Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="260" height="195" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71075" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=40a2fe87c0&amp;photo_id=3466182448&amp;flickr_show_info_box=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71075"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71075" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=40a2fe87c0&amp;photo_id=3466182448&amp;flickr_show_info_box=true" height="195" width="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11243756@N04/3466182448/"&gt;Kinsey's Silly Face - 7.5 mths old&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/11243756@N04/"&gt;trnilsson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Check out this silly face Kinsey has been doing the last few days. It cracks me up. When she gets into the garbage I’ll tell her to get away from there and she'll turn to me and makes this face. Way too funny!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-6642352258204368873?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/6642352258204368873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=6642352258204368873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6642352258204368873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/6642352258204368873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/04/kinsey-silly-face.html' title='Kinsey&amp;#39;s Silly Face'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-2153739225982549191</id><published>2009-04-15T10:52:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:04:28.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter &amp; Camping</title><content type='html'>Tim had five days off, so we headed out camping for our Easter Weekend! Our first trip of the year &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2008/05/camping-trip-fort-steele-bc.html"&gt;never goes as planned&lt;/a&gt; and this was no exception. The place we had planned to camp still had so much snow. So at the last minute we switched campgrounds. We ended up going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lundbrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Falls. It was a really nice little campsite right on the river. It was pretty chilly at night, but we dressed warm and it was cozy in the trailer. The Easter Bunny brought Mommy and Daddy some new bikes (what a good guy) so it was fun to pull Kinsey around in her Chariot with the bikes. She loved it. It was an easy way to put her to sleep. Kinsey was very sick though. She and I have been sick for over a month now. This time she was puking everywhere. Poor little girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t keep anything down. She even puked all over her new Easter dress. But she was still very happy while camping and was sleeping through the night. Weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanging out with Mommy in the trailer (with some wild hair):&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735128588312194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SejP4etTXoI/AAAAAAAABAk/7GiFgO_9MbQ/s200/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Decorating Easter Eggs:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735130491807618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SejP4lzIZ4I/AAAAAAAABA0/OWGrM_k3E7A/s200/156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinsey loves camping:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735131999421058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SejP4rakwoI/AAAAAAAABAs/jZ3qbdU5b8Y/s200/145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roasting some hot dogs with Daddy:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735868317604994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SejQjiagnII/AAAAAAAABA8/yXiInbUIl6I/s200/159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was really excited about her 1st Easter basket.  Thank goodness the Easter Bunny found her camping:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735873563396994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SejQj19NC4I/AAAAAAAABBE/_Ye8ktWBizc/s200/176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her pretty Easter dress:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735879896479922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SejQkNjIOLI/AAAAAAAABBM/b5tA8Jp-Ua8/s200/198.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday we headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaffray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a few days. Tim did a ton of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;quading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I actually got to go for a ride too. It's the longest I've ever been away from Kinsey. But Kinsey's Mama did a very good job of taking care of her. It was so fun to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;quading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again after 17 months of not being able to go on a "real" ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We found a HUGE mud hole that Tim just had to play in:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325736373059400882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SejRA6uVNLI/AAAAAAAABBU/uP25JDJxd4Q/s200/228.JPG" border="0" /&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/31639052-2153739225982549191?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/2153739225982549191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=2153739225982549191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2153739225982549191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2153739225982549191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-camping.html' title='Easter &amp;amp; Camping'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SejP4etTXoI/AAAAAAAABAk/7GiFgO_9MbQ/s72-c/089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-4162683205240195218</id><published>2009-04-06T10:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:11:42.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Much Fun</title><content type='html'>We took Kinsey to the Zoo for the first time. We went up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Okotoks&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;a href="http://tnt-b-rasmussen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trent, Tara, and Blake&lt;/a&gt; and spent a few days with &lt;a href="http://kandjallred.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julie, Kendall, and Kyla&lt;/a&gt; at their house. They were such great hosts. They even put up with my sick (and crying) baby. The six of us took our babies to the Zoo on Saturday. It was a little chilly, but was actually pretty nice out for April. Kinsey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t really excited about the Zoo. She’s still pretty tiny to grasp the animal thing. She fell asleep within the first half hour and slept till we were ready to leave – hours later. But Tim and I still liked the Zoo. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hadn&lt;/span&gt;’t been since a week after our wedding. I’m sure we’ll get to go many more times with Kinsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinsey &amp;amp; Mommy with the Lions:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SeYTlVLZUfI/AAAAAAAABAc/VQCisHAAkVc/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324965141473219058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SeYTlVLZUfI/AAAAAAAABAc/VQCisHAAkVc/s200/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;In the Dinosaur area:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324965127209438850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SeYTkgCpToI/AAAAAAAABAE/MhwZRYbzd9A/s200/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The girls and the babies:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324964104194606418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SeYSo9A5xVI/AAAAAAAAA_0/4VBrQnGuGcI/s200/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The gang:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324965133024737122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SeYTk1tHt2I/AAAAAAAABAM/-3Ye_8L6rsI/s200/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My backseat buddies - Kinsey &amp;amp; Blake.  I tried getting a picture (but wasn't fast enough), but sometimes I'd look over and they'd be holding hands.  It was way too cute.  You can see in this pic that Kinsey just pulled her hand away.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324965137814093970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SeYTlHi_gJI/AAAAAAAABAU/lchYRbeuQWM/s200/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-4162683205240195218?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4162683205240195218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=4162683205240195218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4162683205240195218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4162683205240195218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/04/zoo-much-fun.html' title='Zoo Much Fun'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SeYTlVLZUfI/AAAAAAAABAc/VQCisHAAkVc/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-2166025706415945556</id><published>2009-03-31T19:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:13:48.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 29th Timmy!</title><content type='html'>Today is Tim's 29th Birthday! We did three different parties. First we had a birthday breakfast Saturday morning. While Tim was working afternoon shift we decorated. When he got home at midnight the kitchen was all ready for the breakfast. Okay I admit, the decorations were more for me than for Tim. hehe &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319909897052183778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SdQd3YLhXOI/AAAAAAAAA_c/g-r4NT8G9EM/s200/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319910167150788498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SdQeHGYC_5I/AAAAAAAAA_k/WI_K_HAHyp8/s200/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did a birthday dinner here at home on Sunday with cake and candles and such. On his actual birthday we went out for dinner. Three parties! Kinsey and I got him a new BBQ for his birthday. We totally surprised him. Oh ya we're sneaky cuz I love a good surprise.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319910415816048226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SdQeVkudvmI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Y-hSbRCN3kE/s200/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SdQduPK24HI/AAAAAAAAA_U/N9yTJSAWthQ/s1600-h/008+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319909740014657650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SdQduPK24HI/AAAAAAAAA_U/N9yTJSAWthQ/s200/008+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SdQdbbwlooI/AAAAAAAAA_M/rP3DeocYHGQ/s1600-h/004+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319909416976622210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SdQdbbwlooI/AAAAAAAAA_M/rP3DeocYHGQ/s200/004+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Tim!  We love you to pieces!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-2166025706415945556?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/2166025706415945556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=2166025706415945556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2166025706415945556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2166025706415945556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-29th-timmy.html' title='Happy 29th Timmy!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SdQd3YLhXOI/AAAAAAAAA_c/g-r4NT8G9EM/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-946887102003063610</id><published>2009-03-30T20:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:55:33.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Craft</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vartyparty.blogspot.com/2009/03/craft-i-can-do.html"&gt;She did it&lt;/a&gt; and I loved it, so I had to do it too. My sister and her three kids came to spend a few days with Kinsey and I. We had a blast. And because my sister loves doing crafts with her kids I thought this one would be perfect for all of us to do. I'm so not crafty but even I didn't screw this one up. It's so cute. But I have to admit that I couldn't make the bow - Jenn made it for me. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319177884308577810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SdGEGoNTnhI/AAAAAAAAA9k/zoo1eEZTy7s/s200/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319177885015483842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SdGEGq12JcI/AAAAAAAAA9s/MnkHx474414/s200/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SdGEGzBC7BI/AAAAAAAAA90/1f-GXLNqJ3c/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319177887209942034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SdGEGzBC7BI/AAAAAAAAA90/1f-GXLNqJ3c/s200/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319177896306169570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SdGEHU5wVuI/AAAAAAAAA98/DwPJsS3uq2g/s200/013.JPG" border="0" /&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/31639052-946887102003063610?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/946887102003063610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=946887102003063610&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/946887102003063610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/946887102003063610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/03/easter-craft.html' title='Easter Craft'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SdGEGoNTnhI/AAAAAAAAA9k/zoo1eEZTy7s/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-926766143088549248</id><published>2009-03-24T15:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:15:26.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Kinsey</title><content type='html'>Kinsey has been so sick this last week. It has not been fun. I feel so bad for her. I took her to the doctor yesterday and I really thought he'd just send me away saying that she just has a cold. But not the case. She has a middle ear infection in both ears. Ouch! I guess that would explain why she's been on painkillers for days now. So she's got a bad cold, a double ear infection, and she's teething (lucky her second tooth cut through the other day). We're exhausted. We haven't been sleeping. And I can't keep blankets on Kinsey. She has these bicycle legs that kick all blankets off. And she's so wiggly. She's all over in her crib. I checked on her at 6:00 this morning and this is how I found her:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316873639448841538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SclUZ7L8jUI/AAAAAAAAA9U/9y6L_pez_uQ/s200/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I placed her in her crib her feet were at the other end and she was sleeping on her back. She's a crazy sleeper. And thank goodness we got the King bed. She joined us in bed this morning and this is how she flipped around. She'll toss and turn till she gets on her tummy. So we have this big bed and she sleeps sideways on one size and Tim and I "cuddle" on the other side. And my nose was right by her peed diaper. Lovely smell to sleep next to.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316873646696578722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SclUaWL8PqI/AAAAAAAAA9c/sf0IL-gGm4M/s200/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so not complaining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; at least she was sleeping. We've been up for hours in the night with her coughing, ear aches, snotty noses, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gooey&lt;/span&gt; eyes. My poor Kinsey. I hope she's better soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-926766143088549248?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/926766143088549248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=926766143088549248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/926766143088549248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/926766143088549248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-poor-kinsey.html' title='My Poor Kinsey'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SclUZ7L8jUI/AAAAAAAAA9U/9y6L_pez_uQ/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-5574778725686967317</id><published>2009-03-17T20:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:07:51.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Royalty</title><content type='html'>I feel like a Queen - no, a King!  I got a new bed today.  A giant bed.  A bed that will fit all &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; of us.  I'm so excited!  After 6 months of me, Tim, and Kinsey all squishing together in our bed we decided on an upgrade (Yes, Kinsey seems to end up in our bed by morning).  I'm so excited to go to sleep tonight.  Only one draw back....I have no bedding.  All of my stuff is for a queen bed.  I'm needing some king size sheets.  I placed a few orders on some bedding and I'm still waiting for them.  This is also why you don't get a pic of the bed.  You have to wait till I decide on some bedding before I take a picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-5574778725686967317?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/5574778725686967317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=5574778725686967317&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5574778725686967317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/5574778725686967317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/03/royalty.html' title='Royalty'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-975840544148635404</id><published>2009-03-09T17:57:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:36:28.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cushiony Love</title><content type='html'>So we did what most people think is the most ridiculous thing to possibly do. We put carpet in our house....well in our living room and up the stairs. The carpet layer guy came to our house and looked at our empty living room then turned to me and said, "Please tell me I'm going upstairs." I told him that the living room was where we were putting the carpet. And this is how the rest of the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpet Guy: So you want me to cover your hardwood floor?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Carpet Guy: Your brand new hardwood floor?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Carpet Guy: Your sight finished hardwood floor?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Carpet Guy: Your beautiful hardwood floor?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know. We're crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love it! It took a bit for me to get used to it, but now I just love it. Kinsey loves it too. Now she likes to play on the floor (we got the thick cushiony padding) and with her now sitting it doesn't hurt so much when she tips over. My house doesn't echo so much now. It's nice. And the stairs are no longer slippery. Those things were beautiful, but they were a death trap. The carpet has already been broken in. &lt;a href="http://tnt-b-rasmussen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blake&lt;/a&gt; peed on it the very first day - he's lucky he's cute! Just kidding, well sorta - he only got a few drips on the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't get rid of all the hardwood. Our hallways, kitchen, dining room, and upstairs are still hardwood. And the carpet guy was very careful not to damage the floor in our living room. So we can pull the carpet up and have the hardwood back one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311627170570991170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SbawxPkydkI/AAAAAAAAA80/wnpKix0Yq_I/s200/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311627185115896978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SbawyFwkHJI/AAAAAAAAA88/MJW-2LOH88E/s200/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sbawyz0Lv4I/AAAAAAAAA9M/C21nr7L8JiU/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311627197479108482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sbawyz0Lv4I/AAAAAAAAA9M/C21nr7L8JiU/s200/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SbawyYFQGTI/AAAAAAAAA9E/CwRUBEP3qjE/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311627190034503986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SbawyYFQGTI/AAAAAAAAA9E/CwRUBEP3qjE/s200/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-975840544148635404?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/975840544148635404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=975840544148635404&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/975840544148635404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/975840544148635404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/03/cushiony-love.html' title='Cushiony Love'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SbawxPkydkI/AAAAAAAAA80/wnpKix0Yq_I/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-4467694352834403905</id><published>2009-03-04T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:29:56.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Months Already!</title><content type='html'>Why is time going so fast? Kinsey is 6 months old! I can't believe it. Wasn't it just yesterday that she was brand new? I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her for her 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mth&lt;/span&gt; shots the other day. She did so well. She didn't even cry! She only fussed a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I had her arm pinned down for the needle, but as soon as I let her arm go she was happy again. And while we were at the clinic I had her weighed.... 15lbs 10oz. Despite LOVING her cereal and other solid foods she's still a thin little girl. But she's healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinsey and I had a pretty long week last week. She was fussy which isn't normal for her. I was blaming the fussiness and her first fever ever on her immunizations that she had earlier in the week. But I was wrong. Her first tooth popped through. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;! I was hoping she wasn't going to have any for a while yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;.... she's a biter (if ya know what I mean). Yep, she got her first tooth at exactly 6 months old. I guess that explains why she started drooling.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309431919735366994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sa7kM07yZVI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Q-X_C6oxT0o/s320/scan0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and she's been sitting by herself now for the last couple of weeks. She loves being on the floor surrounded by toys. She only tips over every once and a while when she has to reach too far for the stuff that I've purposely put out of her reach like my cell or the TV remote. Why are those two things her favorite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her yesterday to get her 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mth&lt;/span&gt; photos done and to get her passport photo. I love how her photos turned out. The photographer and I looked like fools trying to get her to do just the right smile. She only tipped over once and bonked her head. A few pictures had some pretty red eyes in them. But her passport one is so funny. I guess passport pictures aren't always the best, eh? Gosh, mine is terrible. At least she's still cute in hers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt; Now I gotta get the papers all filled out so we can take her across the border. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309431914901209602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sa7kMi7PAgI/AAAAAAAAA8c/EsFo8qTaTvg/s320/scan0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a mom is the best job ever. I love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; I have to be at home with Kinsey. She's such a joy. Both her daddy and I love her to pieces. Her little laugh (which is more of a big laugh like her daddy's) is way too cute. What an awesome sound! I'm so blessed! How did I get this lucky?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309431923873368130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sa7kNEWXSEI/AAAAAAAAA8s/sU2GFng0NPQ/s320/scan0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-4467694352834403905?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/4467694352834403905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=4467694352834403905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4467694352834403905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/4467694352834403905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/03/six-months-already.html' title='Six Months Already!'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sa7kM07yZVI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Q-X_C6oxT0o/s72-c/scan0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-9117519035855663106</id><published>2009-03-03T19:55:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:37:02.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Weekend</title><content type='html'>So I didn't get a chance to tell you about our Valentine's weekend in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaffray&lt;/span&gt;. We had such a good time. It was great to hang out and spend some time with family. Saturday morning we packed up all the stuff for breakfast and took it over to my sister's house to celebrate her 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday (Yes her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; is on Valentine's Day). It was fun. Us girls and kids hung out all afternoon while the guys went for a snowmobile ride. Mama bought her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grandbabies&lt;/span&gt; some super cute Valentine glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinsey with her cousins &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jayda&lt;/span&gt;, Parker, &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Danyca&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309167686060762498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sa3z4ZyiZYI/AAAAAAAAA8U/NTt9xCO4i58/s200/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(So just a little side note here. I have a cute story that I wanted to tell you. So my nephew Parker is such a nice little boy. He's so kind to Kinsey and just loves talking to her. When we were in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jaffray&lt;/span&gt; in January Parker (who's 3 yrs old) came up to Kinsey and placed his cheek against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hers&lt;/span&gt; and said, "Oh Kinsey, will you marry us?" It was the cutest thing in the world.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sa3zp13c2xI/AAAAAAAAA8M/AqQJwbj5nYI/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309167435899525906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sa3zp13c2xI/AAAAAAAAA8M/AqQJwbj5nYI/s200/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that evening we all went out to the steak dinner and dance that the community put on. I haven't been to a dance in ages and I loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinsey loving Auntie B (just before dinner):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sa3zIyTMNlI/AAAAAAAAA78/m4t4g7Ul-Jc/s1600-h/040+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309166868006450770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sa3zIyTMNlI/AAAAAAAAA78/m4t4g7Ul-Jc/s200/040+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinsey dancing with Mama:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sa3yrfjim3I/AAAAAAAAA70/JyG3hTH9GmI/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309166364758547314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sa3yrfjim3I/AAAAAAAAA70/JyG3hTH9GmI/s200/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then Sunday was wonderful. My cousin who &lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-been-quite-week.html"&gt;lost her little baby boy&lt;/a&gt; just over two years ago FINALLY was able to adopt. She went to Florida and picked up her little baby. He's so tiny and so cute. And we all got to meet him on Sunday when she got back to Canada. So happy for them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinsey &amp;amp; Jonas:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sa3yfyiyWEI/AAAAAAAAA7s/q_gmQ2fXLM0/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309166163697227842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sa3yfyiyWEI/AAAAAAAAA7s/q_gmQ2fXLM0/s200/070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-9117519035855663106?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/9117519035855663106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=9117519035855663106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/9117519035855663106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/9117519035855663106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/03/valentines-weekend.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Weekend'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/Sa3z4ZyiZYI/AAAAAAAAA8U/NTt9xCO4i58/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-8093447710727414576</id><published>2009-02-21T17:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:34:12.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii not Fit</title><content type='html'>Tim got me &lt;a href="http://www.nintendo.com/wiifit/launch/?ref=http://www.google.ca/search?sourceid=navclient&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;rlz=1T4GFRC_enCA202CA203&amp;amp;q=wii+fit"&gt;Wii Fit&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. I've been wanting it for ages. I thought it would be a fun way to get back in shape after Kinsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did the fitness test yesterday and my Wii Fit fitness age is............41 years old. Holy Crap! Stupid thing - there wasn't an option to say that I had a baby only 5 months ago. But I'll show it. Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS My abs are wicked sore from doing the hula hoop on it yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31639052-8093447710727414576?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/8093447710727414576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=8093447710727414576&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8093447710727414576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/8093447710727414576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/02/wii-not-fit.html' title='Wii not Fit'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-1939448263168759214</id><published>2009-02-19T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:39:11.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love baking. I can't bake anything fancy, but I still love it. I'm no Martha Stewart, but my husband loves the banana bread and cookies that I make. And these days, I have one awesome sidekick while I bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started out baking in the Snugli:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SXfc34mntsI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/j6Lx7kcYm58/s1600-h/Nov30.08_Kinsey+%26+Mommy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293942739642595010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SXfc34mntsI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/j6Lx7kcYm58/s200/Nov30.08_Kinsey+%26+Mommy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But her little hands started reaching for everything so...&lt;br /&gt;...we moved to the Bumbo seat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SXfc3YVZbDI/AAAAAAAAA6I/xlx8gXCEhTs/s1600-h/Jan8.09_Baking+with+Mommy+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293942730980420658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SXfc3YVZbDI/AAAAAAAAA6I/xlx8gXCEhTs/s200/Jan8.09_Baking+with+Mommy+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SXfc3OG5ffI/AAAAAAAAA6A/sKjah3r98dc/s1600-h/h.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293942728235253234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SXfc3OG5ffI/AAAAAAAAA6A/sKjah3r98dc/s200/h.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;But her long legs were in the way so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...now we use a high chair:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304656420032045922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SZ3s6KOBY2I/AAAAAAAAA7U/zQwmqJfZHrI/s200/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Before I know it my little baker will be standing on a chair next to me while we make cookies for Daddy's lunch. I wish I could pause time for just a little while. I'm sure enjoying this!&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/31639052-1939448263168759214?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/1939448263168759214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=1939448263168759214&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/1939448263168759214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/1939448263168759214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/02/baking-buddy.html' title='Baking Buddy'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SXfc34mntsI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/j6Lx7kcYm58/s72-c/Nov30.08_Kinsey+%26+Mommy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639052.post-2472136484792393380</id><published>2009-02-13T09:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:40:50.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Tight</title><content type='html'>My baby has slept through the night for a week straight! I loved it! I know some of you can say that when you baby is only a month old....&lt;a href="http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-month-later.html"&gt;well not us&lt;/a&gt;. We've been working on the sleeping for about 5 1/2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt; now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SZWh_SgS9nI/AAAAAAAAA7M/BTnFhpRIKS4/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302322244969756274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SZWh_SgS9nI/AAAAAAAAA7M/BTnFhpRIKS4/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do I think that from now on she'll continue to sleep through the night? No. Do I think that she won't be sleeping between Tim and I anymore? No. Do I think that tonight I'll be up every hour on the hour? Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SZWh-1QNRTI/AAAAAAAAA7E/t2sxXM8k5Vs/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302322237117646130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SZWh-1QNRTI/AAAAAAAAA7E/t2sxXM8k5Vs/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it sure has been a nice week. I've got way more accomplished during the days this last week than I have since Kinsey was born. Sleep is nice!&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/31639052-2472136484792393380?l=tim-ashlee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/feeds/2472136484792393380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31639052&amp;postID=2472136484792393380&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2472136484792393380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31639052/posts/default/2472136484792393380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tim-ashlee.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleep-tight.html' title='Sleep Tight'/><author><name>Tim and Ashlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SnnLSfateJI/AAAAAAAABGs/4bJQ1ZEyRSc/S220/114+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3a8l3U1hryo/SZWh_SgS9nI/AAAAAAAAA7M/BTnFhpRIKS4/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
