<?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-1038700467552204146</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:18:08.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asay Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Asay's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428150745869128311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038700467552204146.post-1552721131116655685</id><published>2009-03-24T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:20:13.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/Sc6E64HzUjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/EH119yaDkR4/s1600-h/family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/Sc6E64HzUjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/EH119yaDkR4/s320/family.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318334357003522610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Sand Dunes last weekend , and had such a great time with great friends. The weather was perfect.  Bryton has asked everyday since when we are going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/Sckx56TP29I/AAAAAAAAAWI/GAzsxHAjG7E/s1600-h/2009_03200088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/Sckx56TP29I/AAAAAAAAAWI/GAzsxHAjG7E/s320/2009_03200088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316835706059873234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids had so much fun riding and playing in the sand. We brought Paige's little 4 wheeler, it wouldn't go but her and Gavin sure had a lot of fun just sitting on them and trying to make them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b74a60f90405357" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0b74a60f90405357%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331710051%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1AC77C21F61FC2E8A08B68603940E65A549C66FE.5D51FFA9F76F844A0082D1C6773843E2067FD204%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db74a60f90405357%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9k3-cAeYxLEqz4hd3ysSxJApP6Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0b74a60f90405357%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331710051%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1AC77C21F61FC2E8A08B68603940E65A549C66FE.5D51FFA9F76F844A0082D1C6773843E2067FD204%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db74a60f90405357%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9k3-cAeYxLEqz4hd3ysSxJApP6Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryton loved riding in the sand.  He stayed on the flats where the sand was a little harder.  At one point he did get stuck in the sand, so he got off his bike and just started walking beside it giving it gas trying to get it out.  Luckily Adam got to him before the bike took off.  He is so funny, he will turn corners so fast that it looks like he is going to tip over, even with the training wheels.  I on the other hand did not like the sand so well.  I didn't get a paddle tire and I really could not ride anywhere.  But I loved watching Bryton and Adam ride. You can hear Paige in the background saying "come on" to Adam because she wanted a ride.  It was a lot of fun watching Adam and Dustin ride, they love it and they are really good at it.  What a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/Sc6E7rIzhQI/AAAAAAAAAW4/vtSGB8e0I7E/s1600-h/2009_03200112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/Sc6E7rIzhQI/AAAAAAAAAW4/vtSGB8e0I7E/s320/2009_03200112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318334370697938178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad and Paige!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/Sc6E7HBh6LI/AAAAAAAAAWg/fLAjcVhK7kg/s1600-h/bryton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/Sc6E7HBh6LI/AAAAAAAAAWg/fLAjcVhK7kg/s320/bryton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318334361003747506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryton, thinking he is pretty cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1038700467552204146-1552721131116655685?l=kamiandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b74a60f90405357&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/feeds/1552721131116655685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1038700467552204146&amp;postID=1552721131116655685' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/1552721131116655685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/1552721131116655685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-spring.html' title='Welcome Spring'/><author><name>Asay's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428150745869128311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/Sc6E64HzUjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/EH119yaDkR4/s72-c/family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038700467552204146.post-7109391869772440839</id><published>2009-02-28T19:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:04:52.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SaoI_EcfKTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/-J7xgf3hVx8/s1600-h/2008_09260328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SaoI_EcfKTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/-J7xgf3hVx8/s320/2008_09260328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308064990427556146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SaoI-nUNn4I/AAAAAAAAAV4/KaaNEDo0fJU/s1600-h/2008_09260270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SaoI-nUNn4I/AAAAAAAAAV4/KaaNEDo0fJU/s320/2008_09260270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308064982608224130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kellie tagged me a while ago, and I am finally getting around to posting.  I guess she new I needed a little push.  I don't know what I would do with out my Mr. Man.  I started calling him that when he was really young because he always acted older, and wanted to be older then he was.  He has taught me so much.  I love you Bryton!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when you first found out that you were pregnant? At home&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was with you? Adam&lt;br /&gt;3. How did you find out that you were pregnant? Pregnancy test&lt;br /&gt;4. What was your first reaction to finding out you were pregnant? Very happy&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the first person you told? Adam&lt;br /&gt;6. Did you plan to get pregnant? Not really, I was not the best at the whole birth control thing.&lt;br /&gt;7. Did you tell everyone else right away? Yes.  I wanted to be one of those people that wait but I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;8. Was everybody happy for you? Yes&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you go out and celebrate? No&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you want to find out the sex? YES&lt;br /&gt;11.What was the sex? BOY&lt;br /&gt;12. Did anyone throw you a baby shower? Yes&lt;br /&gt;13. Did you get any outfits at the baby shower that you just knew you wouldn't put on your baby? Oh what a horrible question, the answer is Yes.&lt;br /&gt;14. How much weight did you gain? Wow can these get any worse 30lbs&lt;br /&gt;15. Did you lose all of the weight that you gained? Yes&lt;br /&gt;16. Did you get any stretch marks? Nope&lt;br /&gt;17. What did you crave the most? Mexican food, even though I had the worst heart burn&lt;br /&gt;18. Did you crave anything crazy?no&lt;br /&gt;19. Who or what got on your nerves? Work&lt;br /&gt;20. Did you have any complications during your pregnancy? Yes&lt;br /&gt;21. Where and when did you go into labor? The hospital&lt;br /&gt;22. Did your water break? Thanks to the Dr.&lt;br /&gt;23. Who drove you to the hospital? Adam&lt;br /&gt;24. Who was in the room when you gave birth? Adam and my mom&lt;br /&gt;25. Did you go early or late? early&lt;br /&gt;26. How long were you in labor for? About 9 hours but i only pushed for about 5 min.  Labor is the easy part of my pregnancies thank heavens&lt;br /&gt;27. Did you have any drugs for the pain? Yes&lt;br /&gt;28. Did you go natural or have a C-section? natural&lt;br /&gt;29. What was your first reaction after giving birth? I could not stop crying.  I know what a shock right.&lt;br /&gt;30. How big was the baby? 8 pounds 1 ounces 19 inches long&lt;br /&gt;31. Did your husband cry? Yes he did, don't tell.&lt;br /&gt;32. What did you name the baby? Bryton Donald Asay&lt;br /&gt;33. Does his name have any significant meaning? Donald after my grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;34. Did you have any visitors? Yes&lt;br /&gt;35.Did the baby have any complications? Yes, he had to be in NICU but we did get to bring him home with us when I was discharged.&lt;br /&gt;36. How old is your baby today? My baby is 5&lt;br /&gt;37. When is the next one coming? ??????&lt;br /&gt;38. If you could, would you do it all over again? Absolutely&lt;br /&gt;39. I tag Jennifer, Kelly,  and anyone else you wants to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1038700467552204146-7109391869772440839?l=kamiandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/feeds/7109391869772440839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1038700467552204146&amp;postID=7109391869772440839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/7109391869772440839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/7109391869772440839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Asay's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428150745869128311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SaoI_EcfKTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/-J7xgf3hVx8/s72-c/2008_09260328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038700467552204146.post-5768199317942094636</id><published>2009-01-12T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T06:51:00.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supercross</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SWtYdm-PSUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/04vw-55eWso/s1600-h/3173366288_34d4f2f6c8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SWtYdm-PSUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/04vw-55eWso/s320/3173366288_34d4f2f6c8_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290419452977826114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/asayag/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Yea &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supercross &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;season has begun!!! It actually started last week.  We are so happy.  Someone asked Bryton what we do on Sundays and he said "we go to church, watch motorcycles, and make cookies"  What a great day.  Anyways we are so excited, supercross is actually coming to Salt Lake this year.  We got tickets with our good friends and cant wait to go.  Go James Stewert!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1038700467552204146-5768199317942094636?l=kamiandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/feeds/5768199317942094636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1038700467552204146&amp;postID=5768199317942094636' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/5768199317942094636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/5768199317942094636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/2009/01/supercross.html' title='Supercross'/><author><name>Asay's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428150745869128311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SWtYdm-PSUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/04vw-55eWso/s72-c/3173366288_34d4f2f6c8_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038700467552204146.post-3035342360361986299</id><published>2008-12-31T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:44:42.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so sad Christmas has come and gone. It was a great one for are whole family. Christmas Eve we first went to Adam's family's where Cliff and Casey made Prime Rib yummy. Then we went to my mom's and dads for the annual opening of Christmas Pj's and and reading the Christmas story and the Night before Christmas. The kids were all so excited. We came home and Bryton and Ashton went out and sprinkled  the reindeer food for the reindeer all over the new snow and put the treats out for Santa and the carrots for the reindeer. I could not believe how fast they went to sleep. The next morning Both of our families came over it was so awesome having them all together to see the kids open their presents. We decided to start a new tradition this year. Before the kids go in and open their presents we sit down and say a prayer to start the morning off remembering the real reason for the season. It was nice to start the morning off this way. I thought Bryton may be in a hurry to go and see what Santa left but he actually was just fine. Then we spent the rest of the day eating and eating and putting legos together and playing with new toys and enjoying each other. I love Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-04628531327516442 visible ontop" href="http://widget-30.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-30.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3170534137671477296&amp;amp;site=widget-30.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137671477296&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-30.slide.com/p1/3170534137671477296/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137671477296&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-30.slide.com/p2/3170534137671477296/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137671477296&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-30.slide.com/p4/3170534137671477296/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" 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/1038700467552204146-3035342360361986299?l=kamiandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/feeds/3035342360361986299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1038700467552204146&amp;postID=3035342360361986299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/3035342360361986299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/3035342360361986299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-so-sad-christmas-has-come-and-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Asay's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428150745869128311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038700467552204146.post-5306943817478227414</id><published>2008-12-31T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:00:39.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polar Express</title><content type='html'>We had the opportunity a few weeks to go on the Polar Express. It was such a great time. It will definitely be a new tradition. We went and ate at the home of the train before and the kids loved that. Cliff and Casey (Adam's brother and sister in law) were able to come up from Vernal which was nice because the boys were able to be all together to see the North Pole for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SVuC568FSDI/AAAAAAAAATk/zKwIRGDu3tI/s1600-h/2008_12300004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SVuC568FSDI/AAAAAAAAATk/zKwIRGDu3tI/s320/2008_12300004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285962519234824242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryton, Ashton, and Paige posing with their conductor hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SVuC6RoHGbI/AAAAAAAAAT0/TsdzF-6g55Y/s1600-h/2008_12300020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SVuC6RoHGbI/AAAAAAAAAT0/TsdzF-6g55Y/s320/2008_12300020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285962525325072818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the very first things they did was hand out hot chocolate and cookies.  They were all dressed  as chefs just like in the movie. Bryton and Ashton loved singing "hot, hot, hot hot chocolate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SVuC6JJ9wZI/AAAAAAAAATs/D14OzgBgCgI/s1600-h/2008_12300014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SVuC6JJ9wZI/AAAAAAAAATs/D14OzgBgCgI/s320/2008_12300014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285962523051147666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isaac, Bryton, and Ashton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SVuFYiQ1F2I/AAAAAAAAAT8/IhBAIOmJL2k/s1600-h/2008_12300038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SVuFYiQ1F2I/AAAAAAAAAT8/IhBAIOmJL2k/s320/2008_12300038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285965244210157410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;waiting for Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SVuFZj3Xv2I/AAAAAAAAAUE/c45UFGeeyBw/s1600-h/2008_12300033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SVuFZj3Xv2I/AAAAAAAAAUE/c45UFGeeyBw/s320/2008_12300033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285965261820116834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singing Christmas Carols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SVuG-HdJy2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/Fm0yESwFd3E/s1600-h/2008_12300028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SVuG-HdJy2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/Fm0yESwFd3E/s320/2008_12300028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285966989360745314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reading the book Polar Express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SVuG_oJEZSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/HznW9pBLEMQ/s1600-h/2008_12300054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SVuG_oJEZSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/HznW9pBLEMQ/s320/2008_12300054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285967015314744610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paige yelling for Santa.  But when Santa came to us she was so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SVuG-7NKRGI/AAAAAAAAAUU/eYuqGeOoreg/s1600-h/2008_12300052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SVuG-7NKRGI/AAAAAAAAAUU/eYuqGeOoreg/s320/2008_12300052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285967003252311138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She did like Miss's Clause, and her bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SVuG_CigDjI/AAAAAAAAAUc/jk4a-B8ZcTU/s1600-h/2008_12300061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SVuG_CigDjI/AAAAAAAAAUc/jk4a-B8ZcTU/s320/2008_12300061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285967005220867634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting at the train station.  It was a such a fun night, and a great new tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1038700467552204146-5306943817478227414?l=kamiandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/feeds/5306943817478227414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1038700467552204146&amp;postID=5306943817478227414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/5306943817478227414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/5306943817478227414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/2008/12/polar-express.html' title='Polar Express'/><author><name>Asay's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428150745869128311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SVuC568FSDI/AAAAAAAAATk/zKwIRGDu3tI/s72-c/2008_12300004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038700467552204146.post-3754827806857627976</id><published>2008-12-10T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:45.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SUCX0NPxYHI/AAAAAAAAATc/YuunkGlN5rQ/s1600-h/2008_12080052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SUCX0NPxYHI/AAAAAAAAATc/YuunkGlN5rQ/s320/2008_12080052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278385686443024498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; has officially arrived at our house. Last Saturday we went to see Santa Train.   This started about four years ago and has been a tradition every since.  We go to the train station in Provo and the kids get to see Santa and see inside of the train. Adam's dad was actually the one who received the first invite, and every year since they are so nice to call us back.   Bryton loves it , Paige on the other hand not so much.  She was so afraid of Santa.  As you can tell by the picture. Bryton is so funny.  When we were in Disneyland he would say "thats not really mickey mouse, right mom. Thats just a person dressed up &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SUCXz_UyMAI/AAAAAAAAATU/yNMrW-Qc26o/s1600-h/2008_12080034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SUCXz_UyMAI/AAAAAAAAATU/yNMrW-Qc26o/s320/2008_12080034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278385682705952770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like Mickey Mouse."  He is such an  observant little boy.  He has to know just how everything works.  We were watching the Thanksgiving day parade and when he saw Santa he was really worried that it was not him because his beard was not long enough.  But Santa train had a very long beard and he was so glad to see that.  The first thing that he said was " Mom look how long Santa's beard is."  it was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SUCPYgo_IUI/AAAAAAAAASk/FeyKAtGY36o/s1600-h/2008_12080042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SUCPYgo_IUI/AAAAAAAAASk/FeyKAtGY36o/s320/2008_12080042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278376414519697730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SUCPYbRczAI/AAAAAAAAASc/duZJ7I35pYQ/s1600-h/2008_12080045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SUCPYbRczAI/AAAAAAAAASc/duZJ7I35pYQ/s320/2008_12080045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278376413078801410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SUCVGSScrJI/AAAAAAAAATE/TQxP8EPBdWg/s1600-h/2008_12080059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SUCVGSScrJI/AAAAAAAAATE/TQxP8EPBdWg/s320/2008_12080059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278382698499189906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SUCPYPlKX9I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ii0GSXpV4WQ/s1600-h/2008_12080050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SUCPYPlKX9I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ii0GSXpV4WQ/s320/2008_12080050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278376409940254674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa and Isaac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1038700467552204146-3754827806857627976?l=kamiandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/feeds/3754827806857627976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1038700467552204146&amp;postID=3754827806857627976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/3754827806857627976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/3754827806857627976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-fun.html' title='Christmas Fun'/><author><name>Asay's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428150745869128311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SUCX0NPxYHI/AAAAAAAAATc/YuunkGlN5rQ/s72-c/2008_12080052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038700467552204146.post-6122858709741807050</id><published>2008-12-08T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:30:01.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving (better late then never)</title><content type='html'>Every year we attempt to go to both families for thanksgiving!! I know we are crazy.I guess we just like to see how much weight we can gain in one day.  This year was no different.  We start at the Asay's.  This is a big family,  all of Chris's family comes and also Greg's Dad and sisters.  It's a lot of fun,  Bryton loves playing with his cousins.  Grandma Huff asks the kids every year to say what they are Thankful for before dinner, and this year for some reason Adam and I were considered children again.  It was funny!!  After the Asay's we go to my family's.  So much smaller.  We usually spend the rest of the night there eat again, and play games.  I love that my kids have so many people in there lives that love and care for them.  Our families our amazing.  Greg and Chris invited my family over to Thanksgiving at there house, but my mom had to work that afternoon, so they were not able to go.  But I love that they get along so well.  I am so thankful for family!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to Grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/ST3rgjlN1DI/AAAAAAAAARc/u8HJhMRQ1K4/s1600-h/2008_12080014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/ST3rgjlN1DI/AAAAAAAAARc/u8HJhMRQ1K4/s320/2008_12080014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277633282887767090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige, me, Kaitlyn, and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/ST3rhU9T5ZI/AAAAAAAAARk/zIg7vJzRQxs/s1600-h/2008_12080019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/ST3rhU9T5ZI/AAAAAAAAARk/zIg7vJzRQxs/s320/2008_12080019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277633296142165394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Aunt Ina                                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/ST3rh4MQqMI/AAAAAAAAARs/cdu6f5vyd8U/s1600-h/2008_12080018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/ST3rh4MQqMI/AAAAAAAAARs/cdu6f5vyd8U/s320/2008_12080018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277633305600108738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryton and his best buddy Uncle Kade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/ST3riRa4MpI/AAAAAAAAAR0/iJz8wNjpZOA/s1600-h/2008_12080020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/ST3riRa4MpI/AAAAAAAAAR0/iJz8wNjpZOA/s320/2008_12080020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277633312372306578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige kissing Santa at Grandma Asay's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/ST3tl1D_2xI/AAAAAAAAASE/JA38Pm5tiew/s1600-h/2008_12080016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/ST3tl1D_2xI/AAAAAAAAASE/JA38Pm5tiew/s320/2008_12080016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277635572502878994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam taking the official after dinner position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/ST3tlV8HWhI/AAAAAAAAAR8/B0BnUaZF2ZQ/s1600-h/2008_12080017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/ST3tlV8HWhI/AAAAAAAAAR8/B0BnUaZF2ZQ/s320/2008_12080017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277635564148316690" 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/1038700467552204146-6122858709741807050?l=kamiandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/feeds/6122858709741807050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1038700467552204146&amp;postID=6122858709741807050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/6122858709741807050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/6122858709741807050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-better-late-then-never.html' title='Thanksgiving (better late then never)'/><author><name>Asay's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428150745869128311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/ST3rgjlN1DI/AAAAAAAAARc/u8HJhMRQ1K4/s72-c/2008_12080014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038700467552204146.post-4732495476726854249</id><published>2008-11-17T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:21:45.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful  (warning really long post)</title><content type='html'>What a crazy week it has been.  My little Paigie ended up in the hospital.  It started last Monday with Paige throwing up ,after that once she seemed to be fine and did not throw up the rest of the day.  I thought oh maybe she just ate something that made her tummy upset.  Boy was I wrong.  I tried all of the tricks, the BRAT diet, stirring the carbonation out of coke and giving her just a little bit at a time, no milk just pedilyte and just about anything else that i could think of to get her to keep something down.  Well by Wednesday she just was not getting better if anything worse, so I took her to the Dr.  Bryton had to be hospitalized for dehydration when he was little so I knew that this was a possibility,I also knew how fast it can happen.  The Dr. looked at her and said "lets just watch her and see how she does. She is not dehydrated yet but it can happen really quickly, she needs to be able to keep down liquids."  That night the Dr. called back and asked how she was, by that time she had kept down about 16oz of pedilyte so I thought that she was getting better.  The next day she continued to keep down some pedilyte but still just did not act like her self.   Poor little stink, just kept pointing to her chair and saying ea ea (eat)  so I decided to try some chicken noodle soup, well that was a mistake she threw up that and most of the pedilyte that she had that afternoon.  So Friday we were back at the Dr.   I was pretty sure that we would end up going to the hospital but hearing  the Dr. tell us that was what needed to happen  just made me so sad. As a mother you want to do all that you can for your kids and always keep them out of harms way.  I just kept thinking wow this is my second time doing this maybe I am doing something wrong. When Bryton went in he was so dehydrated that they only could get a good vain for his IV in his head which was so sad.  I was so worried that they would have to do the same thing to Paige.  The first time they tried it her little hand and it looked like it had worked. She was so brave she barely even cried, but before they got to much further it blew, then she cried!  I thought to myself oh this is going to be just like Bryton, but luckly the second time it worked great.  I felt so bad for her having to have her arm all taped up like that, but I knew that it would make her feel so much  better at the same time. It's amazing how much you learn from yor first child, I am soory Bryton.  But I was a lot calmer this time around not just because I knew that things were going to be OK, but I knew that I had to make sure Paige did not feel my fear or sadness.   They ran the tests and everything came back pointing to signs of dehydration and nothing else, which was such a relief.  The first night was the worst. She  had so many things hooked up to her that she had a really hard time sleeping, and every time she moved I was worried she was going to pull her IV out.  She is my baby that wants to be in her crib and really cant sleep well unless she is.  Which is completely opposite from Bryton, when he was hospitalized I said we cant have a crib we need a bed he only sleeps with us.  I just wanted to hold her all night but she would point to the crib. I asked her if she wanted to lay down in the crib and she would say "yeah."   As soon as she moved the cords would get in the way and wake her right up.  The next night she only had the IV they were able to take the other monitors off so she slept much better.  Both nights as I laid in the chair next to her crib I felt so many different emotions. I was sad, worried about Bryton, worried about Paige, tired, but so&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for so many things in my life.  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thankful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that we have hospitals and Doctors to take care of our children when they are sick.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Thankful&lt;/span&gt; for amazing friends and family that are always there for us.  I want to tell you all that I truly do not know what I would do with out you. My family was so great to help us with Bryton.  He got to spend all day Sunday with Grandpa KK and they both had such a great time. I love you mom and dad and don't know what I would do without you.   To all of our dear friends thanks for the phone calls, the prayers, and just the genuine concern for our family.  The phrase Ward Family has taken on a whole new meaning to me.  Aunt Kellie and Uncle Dustin and there cute family were also amazing as they always are.  Paige is very much a mommy's girl when she is sick.  Kellie came over Saturday night to the hospital and Paige went right to her and almost fell a sleep on her, she loves her Aunt Kellie.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thankful&lt;/span&gt; for a caring son and brother.Bryton was so worried about Paige that he turned down going to the movies, because he "just wanted to go see his sister at the hospital."  And last but by far the least &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;thankful &lt;/span&gt;for the gospel.   What an amazing thing to have in our life, to see Grandpa Issac and Adam lay there hands on Paige's head and give her a blessing, ohh the comfort that this brings to me. I am so &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;thankful &lt;/span&gt;for Adam as the priesthood holder in our home, he is an amazing man.   The Sunday before Paige got sick our Relief Society lesson was "Stand fast through the Storms of Life " So many things that we had talked about in relief society brought me much comfort through this rough time.  At one point in the lesson it says " God will support and bless those who trust him in their times if trial."  I know that in comparison to some trials this is such a small one but I learned so much from it.  On Sunday  they asked us if we would like to have the sacrament brought in to us.  The spirit was so strong in that room as they knelt on the hard cold floor and blessed the bread and the water.  So yes it was a rough week but also a great week to remember that I have soooo much to be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; thankful&lt;/span&gt; for.  And last night as I rocked Paige to sleep in our rocking chair with no IV tubing in the way,  And knew that  Bryton was in the other room waiting for his bed time story(which is actually a song after Dad reads a  real bedtime story) I thought to my self never take something as simple as this for granted again.  Always be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;thankful &lt;/span&gt;for all that you have been blessed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have our camera but her our some pics off of Adam's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SSI-54pEzJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5S6k-6qnCHM/s1600-h/IMG00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SSI-54pEzJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5S6k-6qnCHM/s320/IMG00032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269843678155033746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was such a happy girl after she got some fluids in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SSI-501CliI/AAAAAAAAARI/DgznpzLqyTQ/s1600-h/IMG00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SSI-501CliI/AAAAAAAAARI/DgznpzLqyTQ/s320/IMG00030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269843677131478562" 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/1038700467552204146-4732495476726854249?l=kamiandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/feeds/4732495476726854249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1038700467552204146&amp;postID=4732495476726854249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/4732495476726854249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/4732495476726854249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful-warning-really-long-post.html' title='Thankful  (warning really long post)'/><author><name>Asay's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428150745869128311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SSI-54pEzJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5S6k-6qnCHM/s72-c/IMG00032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038700467552204146.post-3384763578879177803</id><published>2008-11-17T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T08:43:39.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SSGefFQ3lrI/AAAAAAAAARA/meHq4dKjzvw/s1600-h/DSCN0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SSGefFQ3lrI/AAAAAAAAARA/meHq4dKjzvw/s320/DSCN0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269667295826253490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been tagged by Jennifer L. Go to your 4th picture file and post the 4th picture.  Here is Bryton Christmas 2006.  He had just woke up and came out to see what Santa had left him. He is so little, oh I just love this little kid. Thanks Jennifer, it was fun looking at these pictures again.  So I tag Kellie L, Angela J, and Jennifer D.  Have fun girls!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1038700467552204146-3384763578879177803?l=kamiandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/feeds/3384763578879177803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1038700467552204146&amp;postID=3384763578879177803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/3384763578879177803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/3384763578879177803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Asay's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428150745869128311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SSGefFQ3lrI/AAAAAAAAARA/meHq4dKjzvw/s72-c/DSCN0469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038700467552204146.post-4781267177565136028</id><published>2008-11-04T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:26:27.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow October is always a busy month &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for us but this one seemed exceptionally b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;usy.  We had two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;birthdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All the fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; activities, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bryton tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rned 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Adam turned 27, I can’t believe that either one of them is that old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Adams birthda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y was on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;confer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ence weekend so he actually got to sleep in on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think that may have b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;een his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; favorite birthday present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; family came over that night for dinner and to open presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bryton really w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anted a Army birthday party, I hesitated about this at first but it actu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ally turned out really well, and him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s friends had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adams Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRDh50B5F2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/hLJ_aAxqZVg/s1600-h/2008_11010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRDh50B5F2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/hLJ_aAxqZVg/s320/2008_11010045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264956347731482466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was such a lazy Sunday we all just stayed in comfy clothes watched conference and just enjoyed being together!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bryton's Birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRDh6UIvFJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/d2jnHATS2Y0/s1600-h/2008_11010100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRDh6UIvFJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/d2jnHATS2Y0/s320/2008_11010100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264956356350121106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;All of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;troops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at Bryton’s big 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Birthday Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRDh628GusI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Wp4hcPHvjSk/s1600-h/2008_11010190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRDh628GusI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Wp4hcPHvjSk/s320/2008_11010190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264956365692385986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;OK I know I am not Betty Crocker, but Bryton really wanted a tank cake, so I tried.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRDh7FRGP3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/un5-31G8AkA/s1600-h/2008_11010095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRDh7FRGP3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/un5-31G8AkA/s320/2008_11010095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264956369538531186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We had an obstacle course for one of the games during Bryton’s birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so funny, the boys were really intense.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bryton going under the ropes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRDmxcmLc2I/AAAAAAAAANA/3s3uaLe4lZE/s1600-h/2008_11010093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRDmxcmLc2I/AAAAAAAAANA/3s3uaLe4lZE/s320/2008_11010093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264961701560415074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRDmxpSdonI/AAAAAAAAANI/uRpeqir8sg8/s1600-h/2008_11010082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRDmxpSdonI/AAAAAAAAANI/uRpeqir8sg8/s320/2008_11010082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264961704967381618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carter doing the balance beam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRDmx09bsHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/s-Kj-rDcVHs/s1600-h/2008_11010105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRDmx09bsHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/s-Kj-rDcVHs/s320/2008_11010105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264961708100399218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time for presents!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRDrtXOl2hI/AAAAAAAAANg/mpAg1aRx7Go/s1600-h/2008_11010131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRDrtXOl2hI/AAAAAAAAANg/mpAg1aRx7Go/s320/2008_11010131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264967128957966866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD3lUJb32I/AAAAAAAAAOI/XSuwg1caMwg/s1600-h/2008_11010147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD3lUJb32I/AAAAAAAAAOI/XSuwg1caMwg/s320/2008_11010147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264980184831614818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD3lo0_4II/AAAAAAAAAOQ/erRiV5rDb6U/s1600-h/2008_11010155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD3lo0_4II/AAAAAAAAAOQ/erRiV5rDb6U/s320/2008_11010155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264980190383038594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD5OFCDPMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-7UVLM0-tHQ/s1600-h/2008_11010173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD5OFCDPMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-7UVLM0-tHQ/s320/2008_11010173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264981984660372674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pinata!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD3lPdJMKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Q0TspxbIs-Q/s1600-h/2008_11010174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD3lPdJMKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Q0TspxbIs-Q/s320/2008_11010174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264980183572099234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The boys could not break the pinata so Uncle Weston and Dad decided to .&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD3mN_RU_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/rHiOdpdzTi8/s1600-h/2008_11010175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD3mN_RU_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/rHiOdpdzTi8/s320/2008_11010175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264980200358237170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;free for all for the candy.  Later Uncle Kody came and we played drill Sargent says, which was a big hit.  I cant believe that Bryton is 5, I love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Fall Fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD5P46AwAI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XaNVJQBmC3Y/s1600-h/2008_11010229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD5P46AwAI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XaNVJQBmC3Y/s320/2008_11010229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264982015765168130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD5QcpCfCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/eks3VNeIE-E/s1600-h/2008_11010224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD5QcpCfCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/eks3VNeIE-E/s320/2008_11010224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264982025357655074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing in the leaves at grandmas house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD9eOv6sYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OVP-Yf02KGI/s1600-h/2008_11010232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD9eOv6sYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OVP-Yf02KGI/s320/2008_11010232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264986660193087874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paige loves the horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD9dmtuo3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/t0HrNqWDObs/s1600-h/2008_11010237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD9dmtuo3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/t0HrNqWDObs/s320/2008_11010237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264986649446490994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD76aGimEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7ejNCbqL7xg/s1600-h/2008_11010262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD76aGimEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7ejNCbqL7xg/s320/2008_11010262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264984945253849154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carving and painting pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD75n_d_KI/AAAAAAAAAPI/s_2W8IPlyWs/s1600-h/2008_11010217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD75n_d_KI/AAAAAAAAAPI/s_2W8IPlyWs/s320/2008_11010217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264984931802414242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD75DJ2hvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/r6xEzjRk3tE/s1600-h/2008_11010213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD75DJ2hvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/r6xEzjRk3tE/s320/2008_11010213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264984921913853682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Halloween 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We always go to the Asay's for Halloween.  Chris makes Sloppy Joes and then we go trick or treating.  This year Cliff and Casey came down (Adam's brother and sister in law) so it was great.  We went over to my mom's and dad's too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, and got a special treat from grandma KK.  Bryton had a great day at pre-school.  They all dressed up and had a party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRECyC2_pHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/9D4IvDAH2Ek/s1600-h/2008_11010288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRECyC2_pHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/9D4IvDAH2Ek/s320/2008_11010288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264992498157069426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to go to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRECzaJJ6EI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xEP5YPPXT10/s1600-h/2008_11010298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRECzaJJ6EI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xEP5YPPXT10/s320/2008_11010298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264992521587124290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just before going trick or treating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD9eRHF1xI/AAAAAAAAAP4/XSkTDJE5ar8/s1600-h/2008_11010296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRD9eRHF1xI/AAAAAAAAAP4/XSkTDJE5ar8/s320/2008_11010296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264986660827158290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRECy-LDq5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/b2Zqn4MZm30/s1600-h/2008_11010293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRECy-LDq5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/b2Zqn4MZm30/s320/2008_11010293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264992514078911378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRECyuNLA0I/AAAAAAAAAQI/NccjR-ajE58/s1600-h/2008_11010290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRECyuNLA0I/AAAAAAAAAQI/NccjR-ajE58/s320/2008_11010290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264992509792813890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SREIa6WRwVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/DZploSk2pkE/s1600-h/2008_11010301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SREIa6WRwVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/DZploSk2pkE/s320/2008_11010301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264998697805136210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SREH-67hO-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Magj4G3eGsU/s1600-h/2008_11010307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SREH-67hO-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Magj4G3eGsU/s320/2008_11010307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264998216925002722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige, Atty, Ashton, and Bryton.&lt;br /&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/1038700467552204146-4781267177565136028?l=kamiandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/feeds/4781267177565136028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1038700467552204146&amp;postID=4781267177565136028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/4781267177565136028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/4781267177565136028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow-october-is-always-busy-month-for-us.html' title='October Fun'/><author><name>Asay's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428150745869128311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SRDh50B5F2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/hLJ_aAxqZVg/s72-c/2008_11010045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038700467552204146.post-3561552570907886536</id><published>2008-10-15T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:57:52.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest Place On Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I have been horrible at blogging lately. So much has happened so I thought I might try to catch up on a few things.  First of all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Disneyland&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!!!   We went with Adam's brother's family and it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; could not have been a better time.  Here is a picture with all of us and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MICKEY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPlg_evptcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/IGfiPRmCjY4/s1600-h/2008_09260376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPlg_evptcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/IGfiPRmCjY4/s320/2008_09260376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258340683632719298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bryton and Ashton(Cliff and Casey's son) are very close in age so they loved being together.  It was also nice for us adults to get to trade off kids for some of the rides that they were to small to go on.   I think the highlight of the trip was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jedi Force Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.  Bryton was so excited to get the "force".  We waited about a half hour before the show started so that we could be up front Bryton would have a better chance at being picked to participate.  luckily they said "young man with the faux hawk please come up"  His face said it all he was excited but also a little scared.  It was so cute.  Of course I was almost in tears seeing my son get the "force"  No not because I am Star Wars fan, I actually have never seen any of them and have no desire to, but because my baby is getting so big, and I love him so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think that he was a little scared of Darth Vader,  he was really big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2ec494105e5c30e7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2ec494105e5c30e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331710051%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CCFC36A50195BA71310D0ECBA944ECFDC457BEE.69DEF7673E7A272DF63F24DC233B1D4A1D1A5D57%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2ec494105e5c30e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjkHnvklOxbhHw3JoW8nhmWSe-Mc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2ec494105e5c30e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331710051%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CCFC36A50195BA71310D0ECBA944ECFDC457BEE.69DEF7673E7A272DF63F24DC233B1D4A1D1A5D57%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2ec494105e5c30e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjkHnvklOxbhHw3JoW8nhmWSe-Mc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Paige did great she was so good to take a nap everyday in the stroller.  She loved seeing all the characters form a far but got a little scared up close. I think that her favorite part was the parades at Disneyland and California Adventure. I am so thankful that we were able to go and spend time together as a family and make great memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPljMmHcZ3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/sYM97Wy7tto/s1600-h/2008_09260268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPljMmHcZ3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/sYM97Wy7tto/s200/2008_09260268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258343107973113714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPlhauTKccI/AAAAAAAAAKc/PhHCkmyBXEk/s1600-h/2008_09260348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPlhauTKccI/AAAAAAAAAKc/PhHCkmyBXEk/s200/2008_09260348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258341151664665026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hopefully this is the only jail that I will see either one of these boys in :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPljNTri3sI/AAAAAAAAALE/jxaZV7cvxxo/s1600-h/2008_09260280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPljNTri3sI/AAAAAAAAALE/jxaZV7cvxxo/s200/2008_09260280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258343120204127938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Waiting for the Parade to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPljLia6j1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/KqjMwkmOJiM/s1600-h/2008_09260332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPljLia6j1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/KqjMwkmOJiM/s200/2008_09260332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258343089801170770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Handy Manny and Bryton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPljM94ABgI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xaWYNxbVDQs/s1600-h/2008_09260309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPljM94ABgI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xaWYNxbVDQs/s200/2008_09260309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258343114350790146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bryton truly believed that he could pull the sword form the stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPlpDUNcGhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/pjwXBEJeeq8/s1600-h/2008_09260273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPlpDUNcGhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/pjwXBEJeeq8/s200/2008_09260273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258349545617365522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Adam was taking the pictures but Tiger was not going to let him get away without a picture of his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPlk7xxxWKI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ob_yrhLDXEQ/s1600-h/2008_09260274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPlk7xxxWKI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ob_yrhLDXEQ/s200/2008_09260274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258345018068916386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPlk4lWXTHI/AAAAAAAAALM/ma8D70gdq1k/s1600-h/2008_09260230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPlk4lWXTHI/AAAAAAAAALM/ma8D70gdq1k/s200/2008_09260230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258344963193130098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Paige was so excited when she first saw Mickey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPlk5CJjv5I/AAAAAAAAALU/Tfh_f5U_td4/s1600-h/2008_09260380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPlk5CJjv5I/AAAAAAAAALU/Tfh_f5U_td4/s200/2008_09260380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258344970924048274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was great being there during the Halloween Celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPlk7h5oQ8I/AAAAAAAAALk/gkLYJfhtg90/s1600-h/2008_09260328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPlk7h5oQ8I/AAAAAAAAALk/gkLYJfhtg90/s200/2008_09260328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258345013806908354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bryton on the bus ride to Disneyland, what a stud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPlpDG9nAlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/dYR4vgbIDXs/s1600-h/2008_09260385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPlpDG9nAlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/dYR4vgbIDXs/s200/2008_09260385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258349542061310546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Back at the hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I need to stop with the pictures I know, but it was such a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1038700467552204146-3561552570907886536?l=kamiandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2ec494105e5c30e7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/feeds/3561552570907886536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1038700467552204146&amp;postID=3561552570907886536' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/3561552570907886536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/3561552570907886536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/2008/10/happiest-place-on-earth.html' title='The Happiest Place On Earth'/><author><name>Asay's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428150745869128311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SPlg_evptcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/IGfiPRmCjY4/s72-c/2008_09260376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038700467552204146.post-5252725933947420553</id><published>2008-10-01T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:33:16.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Surprise Grandma!! Happy 78th Birthday!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SOREfNKDZvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fDCVqbwjwlU/s1600-h/2008_09260076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SOREfNKDZvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fDCVqbwjwlU/s200/2008_09260076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252398368319301362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who knows my grandma loves her.  She is the kindest my thoughtful person I have ever met, I don't know what I would do without her.   She is always there for me and all my family.  For her 78th Birthday we decided to surprise her, the Tuesday before we left for Disneyland.  I felt so bad because we were leaving on her actual B-Day.  It actually turned out really well because she had absolutely no idea.  I asked her and Kaitlyn to come over and  watch the kids for a little while, and of course grandma was happy to do it.  When she walked in she found all of her family including her younger sister, who is know in a nursing home in Springville.  Grandma goes down there everyday never misses , just to be with her and take care of her.  We had Grandmas favorite foods for dinner including fried potatoes, love those. I grew up on them.  And just spent time together as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SOREerXzDKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zNx8rIXWPOU/s1600-h/2008_09260059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SOREerXzDKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zNx8rIXWPOU/s200/2008_09260059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252398359250144418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's reaction.... Of course later she cried, just like all of us do it must have been passed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SOREe6TyxGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/r3n7cEkCYFM/s1600-h/2008_09260065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SOREe6TyxGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/r3n7cEkCYFM/s200/2008_09260065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252398363259880546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out the candles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SOREfE3VgWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wTMAQROZ5Vw/s1600-h/2008_09260077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SOREfE3VgWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wTMAQROZ5Vw/s200/2008_09260077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252398366093312354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Grandma I love you!! I am so thankful everyday for you my life  and my children's life.  I am thankful for your love, your laughter, your famous back rubs (that I still love today), your strong testimony of the church, and just the way that you make me feel when I am around you.  You are truly an angel!!  Happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1038700467552204146-5252725933947420553?l=kamiandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/feeds/5252725933947420553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1038700467552204146&amp;postID=5252725933947420553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/5252725933947420553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/5252725933947420553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-grandma.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandma'/><author><name>Asay's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428150745869128311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SOREfNKDZvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fDCVqbwjwlU/s72-c/2008_09260076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038700467552204146.post-2272570048611773709</id><published>2008-10-01T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:34:01.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    I love the fall and this year it has been even better.  Bryton got to play soccer for the first time this year.  Spanish Fork's soccer program for 4 year olds includes playing with your parents (mom and dad are not big soccer players) so we decided to put him in Springville's.  It has been great and Bryton loves it.  He says "not as much as baseball though."                                                                      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SOPmYf_Hm8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/b0BWW_2Vkb4/s1600-h/2008_09260043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SOPmYf_Hm8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/b0BWW_2Vkb4/s320/2008_09260043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252294899021618114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Bryton celebrating after making a goal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is so funny about keeping track of the score.   For those of you that know Bryton you know that some times he is a little intense about things, well winning is one of those things.  We try to keep telling him that it's for fun and that it was a tie, but he will inform us of the score and if his team won or lost.  his coaches have been great and he has learned so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SOPmY46M8_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/3E3aPO7yg-Y/s1600-h/2008_09260084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SOPmY46M8_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/3E3aPO7yg-Y/s320/2008_09260084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252294905711883250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paige's favorite thing to do at the soccer games.  Drink grandpa's Pepsi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SOPmY9NutQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MIPuDgBPzco/s1600-h/2008_09260049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SOPmY9NutQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MIPuDgBPzco/s320/2008_09260049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252294906867528962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;This is such a great age to watch they are all so cute. &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/1038700467552204146-2272570048611773709?l=kamiandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/feeds/2272570048611773709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1038700467552204146&amp;postID=2272570048611773709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/2272570048611773709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/2272570048611773709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/2008/10/soccer.html' title='Soccer'/><author><name>Asay's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428150745869128311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SOPmYf_Hm8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/b0BWW_2Vkb4/s72-c/2008_09260043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038700467552204146.post-6050848153170206227</id><published>2008-09-13T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:25:44.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Froggy Swimmer</title><content type='html'>So now that I am kind of getting into this whole blogging thing I am going to play a little catch up. Last month we had the opportunity to go to Payson Lakes for our ward camp out. It fell on the same weekend as the opening day of the bow hunt. Bryton could not miss out on hunting with grandpa so we decided to go Friday night to Payson Lakes and go Saturday to Diamond Fork and meet my family there. The Ward camp out was a lot of fun.  The lake was so pretty.  Our ward had Family month in August so this was a great activity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SMwVcZD4ZmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0RziA2_qc9g/s1600-h/100_0728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SMwVcZD4ZmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0RziA2_qc9g/s200/100_0728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245591243487471202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SMwWdbAIoRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RAPSZcWRsUs/s1600-h/100_0733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SMwWdbAIoRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RAPSZcWRsUs/s200/100_0733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245592360700125458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bryton and his frog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; He named him Froggy Swimmer.  He actually did not catch the frog himself a cute little neighbor boy did and then gave it to Bryton.  He was sooo excited.  He really wanted to take it home.  Of course dad was not to happy about it, but between me and Bryton we talked him right in to it. Much of the rest of our time camping was spent, finding a home for the frog, playing with the frog, and finding food for the frog. When we made it up to Diamond Fork Bryton was so excited to show everyone his new frog. Uncle Zac was great to help Bryton find food for  Froggy Swimmer.  Sunday before we went home we wanted to go hike and see if we could see anything.  I was a little worried about Bryton hiking  I thought that he would get tired, so grandma came just in case.  Adam and Paige stayed back in the trailer  had a nap and played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SMwX8hN5aII/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZTsPkHdYQ_8/s1600-h/100_0757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SMwX8hN5aII/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZTsPkHdYQ_8/s200/100_0757.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245593994456033410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SMwYktV72vI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GpPGpKkF4IQ/s1600-h/100_0762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SMwYktV72vI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GpPGpKkF4IQ/s200/100_0762.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245594684905741042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryton did great.  He hiked for a bout 45 min.  until the trail ended and then Grandma, Kade, and Bryton decided to rest for while. As you can see they were having a lot of fun.  Grandpa, Zac, and I went up the mountain the rest of the way to see if we could see anything.  I have to admit after hiking with them for a few minutes I was wondering if I should have stayed back too.  I was in brush up past my waste and there are so many cows up there I just kept stepping in cow poop.  But I was positive that we were going to get an elk.  The only thing that we saw were sage hens.  Which scared me to death when they flew out.  It was a great time though.  After we got back to camp Adam had everything ready to go ( I love him).  Adam really did not want to take the frog home with us, so we told Bryton that we needed to go put the frog in the creek.  To my surprise he was just fine with that. I think he was tired of finding food for him. When we had left to go hiking I had made sure to put him in the shade under the trailer, but we were gone for quite a while and I think that Froggy Swimmer got a little to hot.  Bryton had no idea so Adam and him just went down to the creek and let him free.   Bryton came up and said "He swam right down the creek."  I was just glad he had know idea.  It was a great weekend!!  Here are some more pics.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SMwdZ9HG8ZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3S9IZxEBT0E/s1600-h/100_0746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SMwdZ9HG8ZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3S9IZxEBT0E/s200/100_0746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245599997718098322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SMwdZe2GeSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-BiaKptvpzs/s1600-h/100_0747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SMwdZe2GeSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-BiaKptvpzs/s200/100_0747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245599989593700642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SMwdZDyRLvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6p1zuub6YC0/s1600-h/100_0722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SMwdZDyRLvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6p1zuub6YC0/s200/100_0722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245599982329868018" 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/1038700467552204146-6050848153170206227?l=kamiandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/feeds/6050848153170206227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1038700467552204146&amp;postID=6050848153170206227' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/6050848153170206227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/6050848153170206227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-now-that-i-am-kind-of-getting-into.html' title='RIP Froggy Swimmer'/><author><name>Asay's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428150745869128311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SMwVcZD4ZmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0RziA2_qc9g/s72-c/100_0728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038700467552204146.post-2325445628979939276</id><published>2008-09-11T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:21:29.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryton's First Day Of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SMnumVrT1QI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Z_JGuqyYRCY/s1600-h/100_0817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SMnumVrT1QI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Z_JGuqyYRCY/s320/100_0817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244985583470892290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe that summer is over! All  I can think about is next year at this time my baby will be going to Kindergarten.  The first day of preschool was great...this year.  It was fine last year at least for Bryton but I cried and watched the clock the entire time that he was gone.  The second day on the other hand was not the best for Bryton or for me.  I had to leave him crying yelling "wait mom just one more question."  What a difference a year makes.  Bryton loves his preschool and his teachers so he was very excited to go back and make new friends.  Last year he had two neighbor boys that went to the same preschool with him.  Which was nice for the whole car pooling thing, but this year he was on his own.  I was a little worried but he didn't blink an eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1038700467552204146-2325445628979939276?l=kamiandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/feeds/2325445628979939276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1038700467552204146&amp;postID=2325445628979939276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/2325445628979939276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/2325445628979939276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/2008/09/brytons-first-day-of-school.html' title='Bryton&apos;s First Day Of School'/><author><name>Asay's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428150745869128311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4BJSxIyfG0/SMnumVrT1QI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Z_JGuqyYRCY/s72-c/100_0817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038700467552204146.post-4664901349910668716</id><published>2008-08-29T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:53:37.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am new to the blogging world. But I thought that I would try it out.  I think that it might be easier to find time to do this then scrapbooking.   I love scrapbooking but just don't have the time to do it like I would like.  So we will see how things go:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1038700467552204146-4664901349910668716?l=kamiandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/feeds/4664901349910668716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1038700467552204146&amp;postID=4664901349910668716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/4664901349910668716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1038700467552204146/posts/default/4664901349910668716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiandadam.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-new-to-blogging-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Asay's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428150745869128311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
