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		<title>Our Saturday: The Canadian Temple</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 05:30:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Heidi</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Drive to Canada: Hi Everyone!! Guess what??  We drove to Canada today!!  Yep, it&#8217;s true.  There&#8217;s a new temple in Canada that the Prophet hasn&#8217;t blessed, yet, so we wanted to visit it!!  So this morning, we hopped in the car and took off&#8230; &#8220;I&#8217;m tired. May I nap now?&#8221; Poor Scooters started the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Drive to Canada:</p>
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<p>Hi Everyone!!  Guess what??   We drove to Canada today!!   Yep, it&#8217;s true.   There&#8217;s a new temple in Canada that the Prophet hasn&#8217;t blessed, yet, so we wanted to visit it!!   So this morning, we hopped in the car and took off&#8230;</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/4530205198_0efcddf6ac.jpg" alt="P1100780" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m tired.  May I nap now?&#8221;</p>
<p>Poor Scooters started the trip ready for his morning nap.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4530205306_1fc250d93d.jpg" alt="P1100784" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>And I started the trip enjoying some of my train books.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4529574229_cb3d278a28.jpg" alt="P1100789" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>While Mommy started the trip enjoying my bare toes.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4059/4529574343_d3f4260a2a.jpg" alt="P1100793" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>And the beautiful outskirts of our city.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4530205736_0a0e415cfd.jpg" alt="P1100809" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>Awww!  It wasn&#8217;t long before Scooters drifted off.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4530205682_c286e1e3b0.jpg" alt="P1100803" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>And I decided to join him. :)</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4530205858_6b031bf12f.jpg" alt="P1100819" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>Mommy and Daddy enjoyed the peaceful tranquility of children sleeping and gorgeous trees.</p>
<p>&#8212;</p>
<p>The Border:</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4014/4530206136_112ccf514b.jpg" alt="P1100829" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>When we got to the border, we realized we were going to be there for a loooong while.  The Mormons were storming Canada and Canada wasn&#8217;t prepared.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4027/4530206072_a9908c4fde.jpg" alt="P1100826" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>But that&#8217;s okay, because I got to drink a Caprisun!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4059/4530206188_e3132843aa.jpg" alt="P1100830" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>And we saw the Peace Arch!   It means that Canadians and Americans are friends.   I&#8217;m so glad!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4041/4530206320_15685bcf7b.jpg" alt="P1100838" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>But we weren&#8217;t glad that there were a million Mormons trying to get across the border and only three lanes open.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4051/4529575201_ba80a565ca.jpg" alt="P1100841" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>So we jumped ship while Mommy kept our spot in line.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4066/4529575427_de412d6161.jpg" alt="P1100850" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>&#8220;Wook!  A Peace Arch!  I wike Canada!&#8221;</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4530206614_07d0e8357d.jpg" alt="P1100857" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>While she was in line, Mommy remembered why she doesn&#8217;t like to drive in Canada.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4018/4530206858_eb7e5263a2.jpg" alt="P1100867" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>And I pushed Scooty-tooty in his stroller!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4023/4529575797_34b6c92312.jpg" alt="P1100875" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>&#8220;Hi, Mommy!  Are you still in line?&#8221;</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4530207082_475d5a51a1.jpg" alt="P1100884" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>&#8220;Okay, we&#8217;ll come back later!&#8221;</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4530207444_de2a18fe8b.jpg" alt="P1100897" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>Then we saw a PASSENGER train ZOOM by on the tracks behind us.  It was awesome!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4529576439_fec573d8af.jpg" alt="P1100903" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>And Mommy was still in line, so we wandered some more.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4530207938_7d6f62f636.jpg" alt="P1100911" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>But then she moved!   And saw signs!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4529576641_fea08c2ea4.jpg" alt="P1100907" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>So we ran back and joined her.</p>
<p>But then we still had to wait.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4529576879_e9b5d19b65.jpg" alt="P1100912" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>So Scooters played with his socks!!!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4020/4529576961_03155ae502.jpg" alt="P1100914" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>Hee, hee!   He loves his socks!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/4529577199_43b340d779.jpg" alt="P1100919" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>**Fiercely intense chomp**</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4529585759_a488a68c19.jpg" alt="P1100925 fixed" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>And Mommy broke out her secret weapon.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4038/4529577489_1599ccf970.jpg" alt="P1100928" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>I love Mommy&#8217;s secret weapons.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4039/4530208760_f9e70be7ec.jpg" alt="P1100931" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>And then!!  We were next in line!!  And then!!  We were in Canada!!</p>
<p>&#8212;</p>
<p>The Temple:</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4529577863_5960fc8c83.jpg" alt="P1100938" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>Guess what!?!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4530209190_bde3b44f7e.jpg" alt="P1100941" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>We&#8217;re here!!!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4529578017_19479f52ae.jpg" alt="P1100956" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>We&#8217;re at the temple!!   And I get to go inside!!!</p>
<p>But first, we needed to find a place to park and walk back.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4002/4530209352_5c9cfa49b1.jpg" alt="P1100962" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>Oooohhhh, isn&#8217;t it beautiful!</p>
<p>I wanted to go inside right away, but first we waited for our turn to join a tour group and watch an introductory video about temples and the history of Mormons in the surrounding cities.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4530210330_b3c809c10f.jpg" alt="P1100979" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>Then our group got in line to enter the temple!   And we saw lots of people we&#8217;ve known from all the places we&#8217;ve lived&#8211;it was like one big Mormon reunion!!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4003/4530210382_de853ee346.jpg" alt="P1100980" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>And some of them totally saved Scooty-tooty&#8217;s tired bacon from getting fried as we waited in long lines (there were thousands and thousands of visitors!).</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4530210450_fc0f28e905.jpg" alt="P1100981" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>They actually LET him pull their hair and then LAUGHED!!!   Mommy&#8217;s scalp cringed just watching, but since her baby was happy and they were happy, she was happy, too!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4530210546_46e5df81e1.jpg" alt="P1100983" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>And I got to eat a GOGURT!   So I was happy, too.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4063/4530210884_9e628e4e07.jpg" alt="P1100998" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>But then.   My food ran out.   And I wanted to be a train and chug.   But I couldn&#8217;t!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4062/4530211074_584faa3674.jpg" alt="P1110006" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>So Mommy and I jumped ship and chugged around while Daddy kept a spot in line.</p>
<p>AND THEN!!!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4072/4529697423_ba15944c9d.jpg" alt="P1110111" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>It was our turn!   And I got to go inside!!  And it was so beautiful!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4068/4529697113_a0d128140f.jpg" alt="P1110104" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>I saw the baptismal font&#8211;where I&#8217;ll get to serve when I turn 12 years old.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4529696969_65b794e37b.jpg" alt="P1110101" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>And a sealing room&#8211;just like where Mommy and Daddy were married.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4066/4529725581_4d4f8443ee.jpg" alt="P1110112" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>And an ordinance room&#8211;just like where Mommy and Daddy go to learn about God and the purpose of life.   (When Mommy showed me the altar, I asked, &#8220;Where&#8217;s the sacrifice?&#8221;)  :)</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4529737961_ed78c3ff1b.jpg" alt="P1110118" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>And the beautiful, incomparable Celestial Room.</p>
<p>The room that represents what heaven will be like after this life.   A heaven with God and Jesus Christ.   And our families.</p>
<p>And being in that room all together as a family was a small glimpse of what it might be like to have our family for eternity.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4012/4530209572_c2f7973e4b.jpg" alt="P1100965" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>Because that&#8217;s what temples are all about.</p>
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		<title>California: The third full day</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Jan 2010 07:08:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Heidi</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hi Everyone!! Sorry about the delay in telling my story&#8230; Mommy&#8217;s been spending the week attacking our house with great gusto and is thrilled to have it completely organized and recovered from all our holiday excitement. (Oh!  And she may have spent a bit of leisure time she usually reserves for blogging to read a [...]]]></description>
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<p>Hi Everyone!!  Sorry about the delay in telling my story&#8230;  Mommy&#8217;s been spending the week attacking our house with great gusto and is thrilled to have it completely organized and recovered from all our holiday excitement.</p>
<p>(Oh!   And she may have spent a bit of leisure time she usually reserves for blogging to read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bride-Bargain-Deeanne-Gist/dp/0764204076/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1263019541&amp;sr=8-3">a delightful book</a> instead.   Boy did it make her laugh!  Now she&#8217;s got the entire line-up of novels from this author on hold at the library.   So&#8230; please enjoy her posts until these babies start rolling in!) :)</p>
<p>So, let&#8217;s see&#8230;  Where was I?</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2793/4245143375_bfa15d8b45.jpg" alt="P1000091 edited big" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>Oh, yes!  It&#8217;s our third full day in California at Grandma and Grandpa&#8217;s house.  And now that it&#8217;s just us here with Grandma, Grandpa and Aunt Elise, we got the royal tour of my Grandpa&#8217;s impressive projects&#8230;</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4239263455_e4deb1c8ff.jpg" alt="P1000058" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>Like his new composter!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4239263511_f6eb82290c.jpg" alt="P1000059" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>Check it out!  It&#8217;s completely enclosed, so there&#8217;s no odor or mess.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2620/4239263601_1bc467b4d7.jpg" alt="P1000061" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>And even in the dead of winter, those little microbes are working up a storm!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2715/4240038536_3cac7abb88.jpg" alt="P1000149" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>And here&#8217;s another project: The new green house he built!</p>
<p>(Note: Check out that sweet fence he built around his garden.  He needed to protect his food from all the deer and bears and other wildlife that prowl the mountain forests.  And now&#8211;it protects his new composter, too!)</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2671/4240036816_3d067a8459.jpg" alt="P1000054" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>The new green house is where he stores his finished compost in preparation for spring.  It&#8217;s also where he&#8217;ll start his seeds in the spring when it&#8217;s too cold to plant in the garden, yet.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4041/4239264171_1450201a5d.jpg" alt="P1000103" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>Then Mommy spotted this and cried out, &#8220;So <strong><em>that&#8217;s</em></strong> how you make such nice furrows in your garden!!  Holy <strong><em>smokes </em></strong>do I wish I&#8217;d had something like that 9 months ago when I was trying to plant our vegetable garden with an enormous pregnant belly and a garden of packed mud!&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Hm, it sounds like you&#8217;ve got clay soil,&#8221; Grandpa replied, &#8220;Let me give you a few pointers on how to make it better&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>After that, Mommy tried to remember everything Grandpa said so she could go home and implement his suggestions.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4009/4240037294_f683737c7e.jpg" alt="P1000065" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>And I ran around in the picturesque snow.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2632/4240036758_f6e11b4acd.jpg" alt="P1000052" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>And explored Grandpa&#8217;s handmade playground.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2676/4239263735_4da6089e2f.jpg" alt="P1000066" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>And laughed and giggled so cute.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2711/4239264047_3960abc98d.jpg" alt="P1000101" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>Until Daddy caught me!!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4239264093_e47c71c96c.jpg" alt="P1000102" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>Aaaaahhhh!!!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2740/4239264313_832b78f31b.jpg" alt="P1000123" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>Then Daddy put me on a <strong><em>gigantic </em></strong>snowball he made.  And while I was a captive cutie&#8230;..</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4240038228_db17fc5088.jpg" alt="P1000133" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>Grandpa joined me!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2761/4239264537_fcd7c6ccdb.jpg" alt="P1000134" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>And then Daddy!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2485/4240038432_dec184170d.jpg" alt="P1000141" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>And then Bobby!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4062/4239264729_1d9e48fa3c.jpg" alt="P1000142" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>&#8220;What did you call me?&#8221;</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2486/4240038342_ab4e64becf.jpg" alt="P1000138" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>*Hee, hee, hee!*  Bobby!  I cawed you Bobby!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2739/4239264637_48bdda83c2.jpg" alt="P1000139" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>&#8220;Now you&#8217;re gonna get it, Bubbers!&#8221;</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4066/4239264859_af5e6b1c51.jpg" alt="P1000152" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>After that, I asked Grandma to sing my favorite church songs.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2509/4240038694_7995049471.jpg" alt="P1000160" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>And I played along.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2617/4239265519_4c2d51854b.jpg" alt="P1000197" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>And then helped her play.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4240039492_0e849f0f16.jpg" alt="P1000207" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>While Mommy&#8217;s heart melted through the carpet.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2665/4239266063_dd0de9c0b2.jpg" alt="P1000217" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>I was particularly fond of Grandma&#8217;s neck exerciser, but it didn&#8217;t know the song very well.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4239266113_946b071c5b.jpg" alt="P1000221" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>So I took over again.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4240039934_cb368163da.jpg" alt="P1000227" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>&#8220;I love to seeeeeeeeee the temple!  I&#8217;m going there some daaaaaaayyyyy!&#8221;</p>
<p>After that, I took a nap.  And when I woke up&#8230;..</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2686/4240040346_dd1e8a1ffd.jpg" alt="P1000244" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>Snuggles was so cute and happy to see me!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4240040112_4d00377726.jpg" alt="P1000234" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>So I tried to explain that after my naps, I often need a few minutes to find my sunshine again.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4030/4240040174_a5f445beb3.jpg" alt="P1000238" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>Snuggles said that was okay.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4027/4240040222_09383358e5.jpg" alt="P1000242" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>He said he&#8217;d give enough sunshine for both of us until I was ready.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2783/4239266739_c888980297.jpg" alt="P1000245" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>So I took his hand in silent thanks.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2686/4240040346_dd1e8a1ffd.jpg" alt="P1000244" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>And he covered my back until I was ready.</p>
<p>Then sure enough&#8230;..</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4240041938_dd3d582da8.jpg" alt="P1000349" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>I found my sunshine again and shared it with my Aunt Elise!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4239268399_86edf0b652.jpg" alt="P1000353" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>And then I discovered&#8230;..</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4239268461_0a848c79d3.jpg" alt="P1000355" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>&#8230;  sports on TNT.</p>
<p>But not for long, because then it was bedtime.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2694/4239268501_fa41034135.jpg" alt="P1000359" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>And while Snuggles and I slept, all the parents went out to eat at a delicious restaurant in town.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4063/4240042384_d286f2c7c6.jpg" alt="P1000377" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>After that, Grandpa broke out the cards.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4048/4239269033_6a4e7a015f.jpg" alt="P1000392" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>And played his favorite game: &#8220;The No Name Game&#8221;.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4067/4239269141_691581ba76.jpg" alt="P1000397" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>I think it&#8217;s a game that Grandma&#8217;s parents used to play.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4071/4240042588_bbf8a60666.jpg" alt="P1000386" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>They had fun and Mommy thought about growing up in Nevada when she saw their old cards from the casinos.</p>
<p>(Note: They never actually gambled in the casinos.  They just got playing cards from a friend who worked in a casino because they only use each deck once and then toss them).</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2633/4240042874_ff8db2cc77.jpg" alt="P1000400" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>And wouldn&#8217;t you know, Mommy won her third game in a row!!  She couldn&#8217;t believe it.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4017/4261183811_e5d9cf9da7.jpg" alt="P1000402" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>The next day we packed up and headed back home.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4038/4261183917_c83d09aff8.jpg" alt="P1000414" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>Enjoying a McDonald&#8217;s Playhouse at lunch.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2706/4261183867_090f4bdb6d.jpg" alt="P1000409" width="375" height="500" /></p>
<p>And some beautiful winter weather!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2535/4240041824_69c7b61eef.jpg" alt="P1000340" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>Boy&#8211;what an awesome trip.  Thank you so much, Grandma, Grandpa and Aunt Elise (and our other wonderful family we saw there)&#8211;we had a fantastic time!!!</p>
<p>We love you,<br />
Bubbers, Snuggles, Mommy and Daddy</p>
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		<title>California: The family photo shoot</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2010 07:09:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Heidi</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The day before we left my parents&#8217; house in California, I asked my parents if we could all take some semi-formal family pictures.  My parents happily complied and it started out great&#8230;.. They were lovely, well-behaved subjects, so I asked if we could add our two boys to the mix. So, we did.  And they [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The day before we left my parents&#8217; house in California, I asked my parents if we could all take some semi-formal family pictures.  My parents happily complied and it started out great&#8230;..</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2686/4240041522_2fe247f82f.jpg" alt="P1000303" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>They were lovely, well-behaved subjects, so I asked if we could add our two boys to the mix.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2535/4240041824_69c7b61eef.jpg" alt="P1000340" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>So, we did.  And they were all lovely, well-behaved subjects.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4018/4240040500_319b2af654.jpg" alt="P1000260" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>Except the Snuggles-meister.  As you can see, my mother had to keep him standing to get him to look at me.  Because if she sat him on her lap&#8230;..</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2804/4239266991_01c81c2bc8.jpg" alt="P1000264" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>&#8230;..  He was drawn to his Grandpa like a moth to a flame!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2495/4240040570_9d6ef7e7bb.jpg" alt="P1000262" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>&#8220;Hello, flame!  I love you!&#8221;</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2681/4240040810_a015b5ce7e.jpg" alt="P1000272" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>Then it was time for <strong><em>our </em></strong>turn with the boys.  And the Snuggles-meister lasted about ten seconds.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4048/4240040868_2274295947.jpg" alt="P1000273" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>Before finding a new flame.</p>
<p>&#8220;Hello, new flame!&#8221;</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2508/4239267301_0017b62cfa.jpg" alt="P1000274" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>**Baby launches self from mother&#8217;s lap**</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2502/4239267371_a78e737426.jpg" alt="P1000275" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>So we bagged it and got back to business.</p>
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		<title>California: The second full day</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 05:48:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Heidi</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hi Everyone! Guess what!?! On my second full day in California, I went outside in the snow&#8230;.. With Cousin Adam, and Cousin Tristan, and Cousin Braden, and Silly Daddy, (hee, hee!). And we built a snowman!!! And he was just my size! I had so much fun! I loved being with my cousins! And I [...]]]></description>
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<p>Hi Everyone!  Guess <em><strong>what</strong></em>!?!  On my second full day in California, I went outside in the snow&#8230;..</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2537/4239244969_ecfb707b3d.jpg" alt="PICT0194" width="500" height="331" /></p>
<p>With Cousin Adam,</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4066/4239245119_37287764a6.jpg" alt="PICT0204" width="500" height="331" /></p>
<p>and Cousin Tristan,</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2530/4240018498_76db5c9b24.jpg" alt="PICT0205" width="500" height="331" /></p>
<p>and Cousin Braden,</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2469/4240018370_f39981d5aa.jpg" alt="PICT0198" width="500" height="331" /></p>
<p>and Silly Daddy, (hee, hee!).</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4010/4240018132_c7d64494c6.jpg" alt="PICT0183" width="500" height="331" /></p>
<p>And we built a <em><strong>snowman</strong></em>!!!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2510/4239244677_dccd62271b.jpg" width="331" height="500" alt="PICT0171" /></p>
<p>And he was <em><strong>just </strong></em>my size!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4243732248_35c3f65daf.jpg" alt="PICT0158" width="500" height="331" /></p>
<p>I had so much fun!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/4240018320_c2a23c0f67.jpg" alt="PICT0195" width="500" height="331" /></p>
<p>I <em><strong>loved </strong></em>being with my cousins!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4240017964_728778675d.jpg" alt="PICT0164" width="500" height="331" /></p>
<p>And I loved digging.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4004/4240017996_ee1180e329.jpg" alt="PICT0166" width="500" height="331" /></p>
<p>And I loved Wucy.</p>
<p>What more can I say?</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2757/4240018858_10f8c1612e.jpg" alt="PICT0215" width="500" height="331" /></p>
<p>Cousin Adam was my special buddy.  </p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4003/4239244745_c917e670be.jpg" width="500" height="331" alt="PICT0178" /></p>
<p>He&#8217;s only two years older than me and we got to spend a lot of time together while his older brothers went snowboarding.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2735/4239244517_8a6797a522.jpg" width="331" height="500" alt="PICT0152" /></p>
<p>I even let him play with my trains.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4240017854_1ff82aa83f.jpg" width="500" height="331" alt="PICT0151" /></p>
<p>And you <em><strong>know </strong></em>how much that means to me.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4240018952_c83da38699.jpg" width="331" height="500" alt="PICT0225" /></p>
<p>He and his brothers were super cute with Snuggles, too.</p>
<p>Later that day, they had to leave and I was sorry to see them go.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4239245885_4da8f34d7e.jpg" width="500" height="331" alt="PICT0242" /></p>
<p>So I wound up&#8230;..</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2491/4239245935_63a52d2be7.jpg" width="500" height="331" alt="PICT0243" /></p>
<p>&#8230;.. and gave Cousin Adam a &#8220;five&#8221; to remember!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2720/4239245693_71636a5738.jpg" width="500" height="331" alt="PICT0237" /></p>
<p>Then it was time to say goodbye to Wucy.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4017/4240019146_6907dc3ed2.jpg" width="500" height="331" alt="PICT0239" /></p>
<p>&#8220;Goodbye, Wucy.  You&#8217;ll always be Ruff Ruff to me, girl.&#8221;</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4048/4239246211_e13531b3d2.jpg" width="500" height="331" alt="PICT0249" /></p>
<p>Then we all took naps while Grandma played with Snuggles.</p>
<p>And <em><strong>then</strong></em>!!!!!</p>
<p>Mommy got a belated Christmas present in the mail from Daddy (and Grandma, Grandpa, Papa, gg and the next six months of her personal money) that made her positively giddy!!!!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4243814426_7401d1bb9b.jpg" width="500" height="331" alt="PICT0258" /></p>
<p>The Panasonic Lumix DMC-G1.  </p>
<p>The camera of my Mommy&#8217;s dreams.  With new digital technology, it has a live LCD screen and no moving parts inside the body of the camera.  Which means Mommy can take unlimited pictures without wearing out shutters.  </p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2721/4243828376_4b38328f7a.jpg" width="500" height="369" alt="IMGA0192 edited big" /></p>
<p>It&#8217;s also the smallest dSLR out there and weighs practically nothing compared to her Konica Minolta beast.  Which means she can carry it AND her video camera AND her two boys all around with ease!!!!!</p>
<p>*Sigh*  What more could a Mommy want?</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2632/4240017110_f3085a1841.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1000005" /></p>
<p>So then she had to try it out all night long.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4048/4240017172_0d08e0b28c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1000007" /></p>
<p>To see if the man at the camera store was right.  And he was.  </p>
<p>It blew her Konica Minolta out of the water.</p>
<p>(Thank you everyone!!!)</p>
<p>After that, I went to bed.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2624/4240017492_c0a34d060e.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P1000030" /></p>
<p>And Mommy spent the night reading her new manual.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4240017644_fb57271453.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1000038" /></p>
<p>And taking pictures of Grandma who ignored her crazed daughter.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2788/4240017694_4735256a6d.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P1000039" /></p>
<p>Oh, and she played a little Scrabble, too.  She&#8217;d won the night before for the first time in her life and wouldn&#8217;t you know she did it again!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2619/4239244139_eda867f03a.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P1000037" /></p>
<p>She&#8217;s pretty sure Daddy and Grandma were her good luck charms.</p>
<p>&#8212;&#8211;</p>
<p>p.s.  In case you&#8217;re wondering&#8230;..</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2622/4240018798_ba78f13afd.jpg" width="331" height="500" alt="PICT0212" /></p>
<p><a href="http://heidisblog.biglaughs.org/2007/12/03/the-snag/">The Snag</a> still lives.</p>
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		<title>California: The first full day</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 04:36:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Heidi</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hi Everyone!  I&#8217;m excited to tell you about our vacation last week!&#8230;..  We went to visit Grandma, Grandpa and Aunt Elise in California.  They&#8217;re my Mommy&#8217;s parents and sister and we sure had a great time! They had a tractor! That was just the right size for me! And boy, I just hopped on and [...]]]></description>
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<p>Hi Everyone!  I&#8217;m excited to tell you about our vacation last week!&#8230;..  We went to visit Grandma, Grandpa and Aunt Elise in California.  They&#8217;re my Mommy&#8217;s parents and sister and we sure had a great time!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4050/4239996466_58c639635b.jpg" alt="PICT0003" width="331" height="500" /></p>
<p>They had a <strong><em>tractor</em></strong>!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4010/4239996528_4f956c855a.jpg" alt="PICT0007" width="500" height="331" /></p>
<p>That was <strong><em>just </em></strong>the right size for me!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4239222455_6b2da9a2b1.jpg" alt="PICT0008" width="331" height="500" /></p>
<p>And boy, I just hopped on and took off!  I accelerated up a storm, but my steering skills were quite limited, so Mommy and Daddy stayed nearby to keep me on the right path.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2516/4239996632_e4a59ecf4e.jpg" alt="PICT0010" width="331" height="500" /></p>
<p>And wook!!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2704/4243562972_f0411c02a6.jpg" alt="PICT0013" width="500" height="331" /></p>
<p>There&#8217;s <strong><em>Wucy</em></strong>!!  I <strong><em>wove </em></strong>Wucy!!!!!</p>
<p>She came with my Uncle BJ&#8217;s family and holy <strong><em>smokes </em></strong>did I wove it!  Every time she was awake, I followed her all around calling out the name I gave her, &#8220;Ruff Ruff!  Ruuuuff Ruuuuuff!&#8221;</p>
<p>And when people told me, &#8220;Her name is Lucy,&#8221; I replied calmly, &#8220;No, it&#8217;s not.  It&#8217;s Ruff Ruff.&#8221;</p>
<p>Then all of a sudden, I looked out the window and saw <strong><em>this</em></strong>:</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2543/4239996936_eccac25e92.jpg" alt="PICT0044" width="500" height="331" /></p>
<p>It started <strong><em>snowing</em></strong>!!!!!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2750/4239222747_67311550ee.jpg" alt="PICT0034" width="331" height="500" /></p>
<p>It was beautiful!  And I was <strong><em>really </em></strong>excited, because I&#8217;ve been wanting to build a snowman all winter!  So I went outside with Daddy, but the snow wasn&#8217;t ready to build with yet.  So Daddy promised we could try again the next day.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/4239996812_81f1da1c9a.jpg" alt="PICT0020" width="500" height="331" /></p>
<p>So then we went back inside and I played with my cousins, Aunts and Uncles.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2709/4239223907_a1645e119f.jpg" alt="PICT0112" width="500" height="331" /></p>
<p>And then I found Wucy&#8217;s bed!!!!!!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4239223821_8e95cdca15.jpg" alt="PICT0111" width="500" height="331" /></p>
<p>Oh man, <strong><em>this </em></strong>is the wife!</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4239997946_c02d0962a8.jpg" alt="PICT0110" width="500" height="331" /></p>
<p>**Chickit**</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4239223965_5777d012fb.jpg" alt="PICT0124" width="331" height="500" /></p>
<p>&#8220;Wook!  My wittow paw is stickin&#8217; out!&#8221;</p>
<p><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4041/4239223517_0491df522d.jpg" alt="PICT0107" width="500" height="331" /></p>
<p>Hey Snuggles!   Can you see me in here?   Can you see me?</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2625/4239224125_6131f5dddc.jpg" alt="PICT0131" width="500" height="331" /></p>
<p>Ha, ha!!  Cousin Adam took a turn, too!</p>
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<p>Then it was time for bed.  Good night, Snuggles!!</p>
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		<title>Out of Town</title>
		<link>http://heidisblog.biglaughs.org/2010/01/02/out-of-town/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 06:20:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Heidi</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hello my friends and Happy New Year! We traveled out of town this week for a vacation we are eager to share with you. Stay tuned for more details and I hope you&#8217;re all doing well! Love, Heidi]]></description>
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<p>Hello my friends and Happy New Year!  </p>
<p>We traveled out of town this week for a vacation we are eager to share with you.  Stay tuned for more details and I hope you&#8217;re all doing well!</p>
<p>Love,<br />
Heidi</p>
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		<title>The Stowaway (by Flat Stanley)</title>
		<link>http://heidisblog.biglaughs.org/2009/05/19/the-stowaway-by-flat-stanley/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 17:40:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Heidi</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hello! My name is Flat Stanley and this is my friend, Conner. Conner made me for a school project based off the book Flat Stanley. I am supposed to visit different houses and states, so Conner asked his Mommy if I could go home with his Aunt Heidi and Cousin Bubbers after they were done [...]]]></description>
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<p>Hello!</p>
<p>My name is Flat Stanley and this is my friend, Conner.</p>
<p>Conner made me for a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flat_Stanley">school project</a> based off the book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Flat-Stanley-picture-book-Brown/dp/0061129046">Flat Stanley</a>.</p>
<p>I am supposed to visit different houses and states, so Conner asked his Mommy if I could go home with his Aunt Heidi and Cousin Bubbers <a href="http://heidisblog.biglaughs.org/2009/05/18/my-trip-part-5-by-the-bubbers-king/">after they were done visiting us</a>.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3546/3478028847_925244c6c4.jpg" alt="PICT0144 edited" width="332" height="500" /></p>
<p>So before I knew it, I was a stowaway in Bubbers&#8217; luggage on my way through airport security.</p>
<p>Now, I have to say, I was a little nervous about going with them.</p>
<p>Because three years ago, Conner&#8217;s older sister made me and I got sent to Heidi and Charming&#8217;s house&#8230;..</p>
<p><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3338/3544786860_2603d37dc3.jpg" alt="Picture 010 edited" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>&#8230;.. And they stuck me in a vent.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2308/3544787090_628dcd40d8.jpg" alt="Picture 012 edited" width="500" height="358" /></p>
<p>And a CD player.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3307/3544786656_3221ea12fc.jpg" alt="HPIM1742 edited" width="500" height="382" /></p>
<p>Which you really wouldn&#8217;t expect from such normal looking people.</p>
<p>But deep down&#8230;..</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2435/3543977077_b8e2a998b5.jpg" alt="HPIM1737 edited" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>&#8230;.. They&#8217;re loons.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2399/3544786380_76f48b8378.jpg" alt="HPIM1738 edited" width="500" height="381" /></p>
<p>And they tried to bite my head off.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2400/3543978205_75f302b8a6.jpg" alt="Picture 039 edited" width="500" height="376" /></p>
<p>But I guess I shouldn&#8217;t complain too much, because they <em>did </em>take me to Canada while they celebrated their 5th wedding anniversary.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2343/3543978407_32d740e5a7.jpg" alt="Picture 070 edited" width="500" height="375" /></p>
<p>And showed me some <em>beautiful </em>gardens.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2120/3544793442_c02361a307.jpg" alt="HPIM1764 edited" width="376" height="500" /></p>
<p>And tried to sell me as a postcard.</p>
<p>But hey!</p>
<p>That was a long time ago, so maybe things have changed.</p>
<p>Maybe they&#8217;ve amended the lunacy of their ways.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3546/3478028847_925244c6c4.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="PICT0144 edited" /></p>
<p>All I can do now is wait and see&#8230;..</p>
<p>&#8211;</p>
<p><em>To be continued&#8230;..</em></p>
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		<title>My Trip, Part 5 (by the Bubbers King)</title>
		<link>http://heidisblog.biglaughs.org/2009/05/18/my-trip-part-5-by-the-bubbers-king/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 17:49:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Heidi</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hi Everyone! I&#8217;m sorry it&#8217;s taken me a while to finish up my trip story&#8230;.. Last time I told you about the day of my Great-Grandma&#8217;s funeral. After that, it was time to say goodbye to my cousins. &#8220;Goodbye, Jacob!  Thanks for teaching me how to do &#8216;stones&#8217; and &#8216;knuckles&#8217;!&#8221; &#8220;Goodbye, Makayla!  Thanks for being [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Everyone!</p>
<p>I&#8217;m sorry it&#8217;s taken me a while to finish up my trip story&#8230;..</p>
<p><a href="http://heidisblog.biglaughs.org/2009/05/04/my-trip-part-4-by-the-bubbers-king/#title">Last time</a> I told you about the day of my Great-Grandma&#8217;s funeral.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3355/3502877505_d325f1fef6.jpg" alt="PICT0105 edited" width="500" height="361" /></p>
<p>After that, it was time to say goodbye to my cousins.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3605/3503688850_96529b9cef.jpg" alt="PICT0102 edited" width="500" height="336" /></p>
<p>&#8220;Goodbye, Jacob!  Thanks for teaching me how to do &#8216;stones&#8217; and &#8216;knuckles&#8217;!&#8221;</p>
<p><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3336/3502877889_5fb2876e5f.jpg" alt="PICT0108 edited" width="500" height="332" /></p>
<p>&#8220;Goodbye, Makayla!  Thanks for being so sweet and helpful with me!&#8221;</p>
<p><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3324/3503688690_094e7c3a38.jpg" alt="PICT0100 edited" width="500" height="366" /></p>
<p>&#8220;Goodbye, Jackson!  Thanks for sharing your toys and always wanting to be with me!&#8221;</p>
<p><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3638/3502877689_5df952346c.jpg" alt="PICT0106 edited" width="500" height="363" /></p>
<p>&#8220;Goodbye, Conner!  Thanks for playing outside with me!  And for sneaking Flat Stanley into my luggage!&#8221;</p>
<p>Wait a minute&#8230;..</p>
<p>Flat Stanley?</p>
<p>Who on earth is Flat Stanley?!??</p>
<p>&#8211;</p>
<p><em>To be continued&#8230;..</em></p>
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		<title>My Trip, Part 4 (by the Bubbers King)</title>
		<link>http://heidisblog.biglaughs.org/2009/05/04/my-trip-part-4-by-the-bubbers-king/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 05:19:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Heidi</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hello Everyone! I&#8217;d like to tell you about the day of my Great-Grandmother&#8217;s funeral. It was a long, hard day for Mommy and I, but we were grateful to be there. Mommy told me I was a real trouper. And I told Mommy she was a real trouper, too, for carrying me around the whole [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hello Everyone!</p>
<p>I&#8217;d like to tell you about the day of my Great-Grandmother&#8217;s funeral.</p>
<p>It was a long, hard day for Mommy and I, but we were grateful to be there.</p>
<p>Mommy told me I was a real trouper.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3350/3499126703_1673d211bb.jpg" alt="Imported Photos 00010 edited" width="500" height="389" /></p>
<p>And I told Mommy she was a real trouper, too, for carrying me around the whole day because I was so tired and wanted lots of holding from my Mom.</p>
<p>(Consequently, she made the very painful realization that high heels and one pair of feet are not meant to support three people at the same time for hours on end.  Ouch!!)</p>
<p><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3070/3499943284_95d3e2c246.jpg" alt="PICT0084 edited and name fixed" width="500" height="332" /></p>
<p>One of the treasured and special moments of the day was when I got to see my Great-Grandma in a quiet room at the church.</p>
<p>Mommy was touched by how sweet and tender I was toward her.</p>
<p>And how I seemed to instinctively understand what had happened to her and that she was with God.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3314/3499126969_2d0cff9330.jpg" alt="Imported Photos 00019 edited" width="500" height="359" /></p>
<p>Throughout the day, I also got to meet my Grandma&#8217;s siblings.</p>
<p>They were sad to say goodbye to their Mother, but happy that she no longer suffered with Alzheimer&#8217;s or missed their Father who was already with God.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3556/3499943528_2a3d3db99f.jpg" alt="PICT0090 edited" width="500" height="366" /></p>
<p>And even though it was only for a little while, Mommy really enjoyed seeing another sister and brother who were able to come.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3384/3502737937_52b1fceebf.jpg" alt="PICT0078 edited" width="500" height="330" /></p>
<p>She also really enjoyed seeing this.</p>
<p>Me and my cousin, Makayla.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3633/3502738109_c9d9c3b946.jpg" alt="PICT0079 edited" width="500" height="332" /></p>
<p>Makayla was so sweet and always wanted to be with me and tried to entertain me when I&#8217;d let her.</p>
<p>It was a great help to my Mom, who thinks Makayla is going to be a phenomenal mother someday.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3412/3499964944_8e9bbaeb14.jpg" alt="PICT0081 edited" width="500" height="354" /></p>
<p>And I listened very carefully to my Mommy and didn&#8217;t step on people&#8217;s headstones.</p>
<p>But&#8230;..</p>
<p>She didn&#8217;t say <em>anything </em>about not touching them with my tie.</p>
<p><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3376/3499964810_ee7f9e0dd4.jpg" alt="PICT0082 edited and fixed" width="500" height="332" /></p>
<p>So I figured it was okay.</p>
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		<title>My Trip, Part 3 (by the Bubbers King)</title>
		<link>http://heidisblog.biglaughs.org/2009/04/30/my-trip-part-3-by-the-bubbers-king/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 14:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Heidi</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[**Munch, munch** **Crunch, crunch** **Munch, crunch** Whoop! Hi there!  Sorry you caught me with my mouth full. We&#8217;re here visiting my Mother&#8217;s last living grandparent and my Great-Grandma. And I&#8217;m enjoying this 20 pound bag of animal crackers that Mom packed to last our entire trip and then some. I&#8217;m really glad we came to [...]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: center;">**Munch, munch**</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">**Crunch, crunch**</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">**Munch, crunch**</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3487987334_9158c8485b.jpg" alt="PICT0051 edited" width="325" height="500" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Whoop!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3355/3487171511_59136c542d.jpg" alt="PICT0052 edited" width="332" height="500" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Hi there!  Sorry you caught me with my mouth full.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3391/3487161315_5c93b44451.jpg" alt="PICT0048 edited" width="321" height="500" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">We&#8217;re here visiting my Mother&#8217;s last living grandparent and my Great-Grandma.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3367/3487370201_9b6923f86f.jpg" alt="PICT0051 edited crackers" width="371" height="500" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">And I&#8217;m enjoying this 20 pound bag of animal crackers that Mom packed to last our entire trip and then some.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3391/3487987700_ac9bd0ecb6.jpg" alt="PICT0063 edited" width="500" height="399" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I&#8217;m really glad we came to visit Great-Grandma.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">It was the first time I&#8217;ve ever met her and my Mom hasn&#8217;t seen her for a long time.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3258/3487974130_32b460384f.jpg" alt="IMG_1819 edited" width="500" height="424" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I also got to meet some other relatives who were there visiting and we had a lot of fun!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">But when it came time for the great-grandchildren picture&#8230;..</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3309/3487157099_e29965c0eb.jpg" alt="IMG_1814 edited" width="500" height="411" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I was not a happy camper.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3663/3487973452_0195661a12.jpg" alt="IMG_1812 edited" width="500" height="426" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Poor Mom tried to cheer me up off camera, but I was sick, sleep-deprived and surrounded by strangers&#8230;..</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3630/3487157457_88541366da.jpg" alt="IMG_1817 edited" width="500" height="410" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">So the dear woman intervened (thanks, Mom!).</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3300/3487157261_9872a6cda3.jpg" alt="IMG_1816 edited" width="500" height="408" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">And I became the levitating (but tearless!) great-grandchild.</p>
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