<?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-9010942479877305023</id><updated>2011-10-11T13:20:41.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heiselbetz Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is not measured by the number of breathes we take, but by the moments that take our breathe away</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-407112453854103953</id><published>2011-07-10T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T00:25:06.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh dear! Life has been so busy that I've let this blog go! Here is a quick update. A week before school got out, we moved into another house. The last week of school is a blur with moving, 5th grade graduation, gymnastics banquet,&amp;nbsp;and other end of the year programs. &amp;nbsp;Some of our highlights of the summer so far include, Hailee competed in the Utah Summer Games and placed 3rd all around out of 17 girls, &amp;nbsp;I went to girls camp in Heber Valley, UT. and had a great time! The kids got to stay at Grandma and Grandpa Eynon's for the week and had a blast. Grandpa taught them all how to golf. The boys went to the UNLV basketball camp and had a blast! It was for 3 days. On the last day, they all got an autographed ball, t-shirts, and all kinds of stuff. They also signed up for a sports camp that's 2 days a week all summer long. Kyle and I celebrated our 13th Anniversary, and we almost forgot it! We haven't been on any big summer vacations this year but the pool in the backyard is keeping us entertained! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rjYgQq28DRc/ThpT_DN6N-I/AAAAAAAABfw/fOubTXVNdhA/s1600/Girls+camp+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rjYgQq28DRc/ThpT_DN6N-I/AAAAAAAABfw/fOubTXVNdhA/s640/Girls+camp+010.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hailee and Ernestine Russell. &amp;nbsp;This is one of Hailee's gymnastics coaches. She was the 1980 U.S. Olympic women's gymnastics head coach. Unfortunately we boycotted that year. She was also a college coach for many years. We are so lucky to have her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AgtlZEh8H-A/ThpULuvfHSI/AAAAAAAABf0/M57szCNtdSc/s1600/Girls+camp+038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AgtlZEh8H-A/ThpULuvfHSI/AAAAAAAABf0/M57szCNtdSc/s640/Girls+camp+038.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Austin and his buddy Eli at their last day of school program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cEu968gvLH0/ThpUXglcYWI/AAAAAAAABf4/NdOkFRThWTo/s1600/Girls+camp+052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cEu968gvLH0/ThpUXglcYWI/AAAAAAAABf4/NdOkFRThWTo/s640/Girls+camp+052.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hailee and Bailey! I have a picture of these two on every first day of school since Kindergarten. Here is their last day of Elementary School ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgo0leh9pxM/ThpUpNCqeSI/AAAAAAAABf8/x8j252pjZtk/s1600/Girls+camp+081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgo0leh9pxM/ThpUpNCqeSI/AAAAAAAABf8/x8j252pjZtk/s640/Girls+camp+081.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Summer Games at SUU. This is always a fun meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UoQs2EiFlyU/ThpVHUpGvgI/AAAAAAAABgA/6yPLvnTE3vA/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UoQs2EiFlyU/ThpVHUpGvgI/AAAAAAAABgA/6yPLvnTE3vA/s640/021.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The boys and their buddies the Reese brothers and Lucas Walker. They had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1pr3hImeOA/ThpVjPicYzI/AAAAAAAABgE/oltVsZhwlQA/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1pr3hImeOA/ThpVjPicYzI/AAAAAAAABgE/oltVsZhwlQA/s640/012.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Austin at the freethrow line getting ready to take a shot. He was so excited because he was in Wink Adams group all week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Oz6yHT6DW8/ThpT0ijEOlI/AAAAAAAABfs/5EiV0YkxeUw/s1600/Girls+camp+101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Oz6yHT6DW8/ThpT0ijEOlI/AAAAAAAABfs/5EiV0YkxeUw/s640/Girls+camp+101.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready to head to girls camp. Our theme was I Will... Protect This House. It was based on an underarmour commercial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Below is a video of Hailee's floor routine at the Summer Games. I don't know why I didn't video the vault, bars, or balance beam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9f1aed5fd6bb6b10" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9f1aed5fd6bb6b10%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331454070%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB4BF26A86C1EB5F84519D17CCDA666611C5AE06.5E18BDDA096909821EFCA4CB68DC981ED8747CEF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9f1aed5fd6bb6b10%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dtx8aBtSQ89P2w3Gh4DxrvMPEY2A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9f1aed5fd6bb6b10%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331454070%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB4BF26A86C1EB5F84519D17CCDA666611C5AE06.5E18BDDA096909821EFCA4CB68DC981ED8747CEF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9f1aed5fd6bb6b10%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dtx8aBtSQ89P2w3Gh4DxrvMPEY2A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-407112453854103953?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/407112453854103953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=407112453854103953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/407112453854103953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/407112453854103953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-dear-life-has-been-so-busy-that-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/-rjYgQq28DRc/ThpT_DN6N-I/AAAAAAAABfw/fOubTXVNdhA/s72-c/Girls+camp+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-7729133710734652545</id><published>2011-04-11T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T00:40:03.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>State Gymnastics 2011</title><content type='html'>This year's state gymnastics meet was held in Reno. We decided instead of flying, we would save money and carpool with two other girls and their moms. The ride up was great....the ride back STUNK!!!! I'll get to that in a minute. When we got up there, we found an awesome outlet mall, so we did a little shopping and ate dinner. Then we went back to the hotel room to catch some sleep before the meet the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Hailee did awesome! She had her best all around score of the whole season, and placed&amp;nbsp;6th on&amp;nbsp;vault, and&amp;nbsp;5th bars. We celebrated at Olive Garden. The next morning we woke up, got on the road at 9, and didn't get home until 9:45 that night! Yes, you read that right. We headed the wrong way home and didn't realize it until 2 hrs. into the drive. Lovely. So not a fun trip back. Hailee and I were ready to freak out by the time we got home! It took all week to recover. Next time we are spending the money and flying! We are so proud of you Hailee, and can't wait to see what you can do next season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cnBpfl_6geM/TaKuVkg34DI/AAAAAAAABfQ/NUfbCYSVg_s/s1600/state+gymnastics+11+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cnBpfl_6geM/TaKuVkg34DI/AAAAAAAABfQ/NUfbCYSVg_s/s640/state+gymnastics+11+001.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OTlkH0SQdHw/TaKukJut4JI/AAAAAAAABfU/p7Y1zfoHpPg/s1600/state+gymnastics+11+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OTlkH0SQdHw/TaKukJut4JI/AAAAAAAABfU/p7Y1zfoHpPg/s640/state+gymnastics+11+007.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Getting ready to go in and compete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5pyaTjvHMD8/TaKvT17lunI/AAAAAAAABfg/azeP-DVCBlo/s1600/state+gymnastics+11+041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5pyaTjvHMD8/TaKvT17lunI/AAAAAAAABfg/azeP-DVCBlo/s640/state+gymnastics+11+041.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This isn't her whole team...they divide the girls up into levels and age groups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I think crowds overwhelm her. So this year, Kyle and I surprised her with tickets to see Le Reve at the Wynn. It was awesome! We went shopping and bought some clothes at her favorite store Justice, ate at the Wynn and then went to the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7uvnSeJ98K0/TYzbfelIseI/AAAAAAAABfI/gErPECUsUnE/s1600/1050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7uvnSeJ98K0/TYzbfelIseI/AAAAAAAABfI/gErPECUsUnE/s640/1050.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YqTY5XyDOYA/TYzb0jzT6tI/AAAAAAAABfM/HUxyGCoH15I/s1600/1054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YqTY5XyDOYA/TYzb0jzT6tI/AAAAAAAABfM/HUxyGCoH15I/s640/1054.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-8951392237473503394?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8951392237473503394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=8951392237473503394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8951392237473503394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8951392237473503394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2011/03/hailees-11th-birthday.html' title='Hailee&apos;s 11th Birthday'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7uvnSeJ98K0/TYzbfelIseI/AAAAAAAABfI/gErPECUsUnE/s72-c/1050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-2134779148330662741</id><published>2011-03-24T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T20:03:21.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella turns 4!</title><content type='html'>Our baby turned 4! When did this happen? I must admit, I'm kinda enjoying the stage of life we are in right now. No getting up in the middle of the night, no diapers, no teething, no nursing, the list goes on. &lt;br /&gt;We have a tradition I guess you would call it, in our family for birthday's. The kids can choose to have a friend birthday party and that's their gift from us, or they can have a nice gift from us and no&amp;nbsp;party. Bella got both. I know, spoiled little princess. But I'm rationalizing by saying that how can she make the choice when she's never experienced a friend party? She wanted to have&amp;nbsp;a party that both boys and girls would like. So we decided on a Candyland party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--afP-cNON1k/TYv_5xybL7I/AAAAAAAABeg/xlMbuGbmy_k/s1600/1013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--afP-cNON1k/TYv_5xybL7I/AAAAAAAABeg/xlMbuGbmy_k/s640/1013.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wWLmNy9T-5g/TYwAJNrdCWI/AAAAAAAABek/DjYf6RpdNWY/s1600/1005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wWLmNy9T-5g/TYwAJNrdCWI/AAAAAAAABek/DjYf6RpdNWY/s640/1005.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MqUfE9yZ7UA/TYwAZ2Fs8LI/AAAAAAAABeo/K4CZ6q7ejz4/s1600/1014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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&amp;nbsp;My friend made this awesome cake!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-r91DKWwYonw/TYwBnQDWdyI/AAAAAAAABew/ZpJCzqaP4xw/s1600/1041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-r91DKWwYonw/TYwBnQDWdyI/AAAAAAAABew/ZpJCzqaP4xw/s640/1041.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-N3wvj5VlDTI/TYwB3NyG5RI/AAAAAAAABe0/obprd8jnuhs/s1600/1034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-N3wvj5VlDTI/TYwB3NyG5RI/AAAAAAAABe0/obprd8jnuhs/s400/1034.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2Gf3Di1cu_c/TYwFZptH7II/AAAAAAAABfE/kxhFTqbK8tc/s640/bellas+bday+020.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-2134779148330662741?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/2134779148330662741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=2134779148330662741' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/2134779148330662741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/2134779148330662741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2011/03/bella-turns-4.html' title='Bella turns 4!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--afP-cNON1k/TYv_5xybL7I/AAAAAAAABeg/xlMbuGbmy_k/s72-c/1013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-7602797912054563497</id><published>2011-03-04T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T13:54:58.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Behind!</title><content type='html'>Wow! I'm officially a blogging loser! Here's what we've been doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WzwLIjRwgB8/TXFbLMfv-EI/AAAAAAAABd8/a6cGB5HwCTM/s1600/basketball+11+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WzwLIjRwgB8/TXFbLMfv-EI/AAAAAAAABd8/a6cGB5HwCTM/s320/basketball+11+029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Pz-Lyb5JnzQ/TXFbf_naILI/AAAAAAAABeA/Cw5jzA6OkwU/s1600/basketball+11+040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Pz-Lyb5JnzQ/TXFbf_naILI/AAAAAAAABeA/Cw5jzA6OkwU/s320/basketball+11+040.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-PsEUZa5yrmo/TXFbv6r52JI/AAAAAAAABeE/8bMAcpt_fj4/s1600/basketball+11+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-PsEUZa5yrmo/TXFbv6r52JI/AAAAAAAABeE/8bMAcpt_fj4/s320/basketball+11+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1ckmRZ7rUA0/TXFePASnPeI/AAAAAAAABec/dHJTcbMRInM/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1ckmRZ7rUA0/TXFePASnPeI/AAAAAAAABec/dHJTcbMRInM/s320/034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tgAQjvebsYI/TXFeD9uS8cI/AAAAAAAABeY/AnuIcWeAz1E/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tgAQjvebsYI/TXFeD9uS8cI/AAAAAAAABeY/AnuIcWeAz1E/s320/033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've never been a big fan of V-Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but Kyle makes it hard to not like it! Every&amp;nbsp;year he comes home from work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;leaving gifts on the front porch, rings the doorbell and runs. The kids get so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9kO-l0hGICI/TXFc4bIGpdI/AAAAAAAABeI/YYQD572QqRM/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9kO-l0hGICI/TXFc4bIGpdI/AAAAAAAABeI/YYQD572QqRM/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bella took her roses very seriously. She put them in her room and&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; took care of them for weeks. She was so sad when they died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fw9IwYoVf7U/TXFdHECEadI/AAAAAAAABeM/ZzdK5NiFOMU/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fw9IwYoVf7U/TXFdHECEadI/AAAAAAAABeM/ZzdK5NiFOMU/s320/027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ya this candy boquet was gone in about 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ajXZTGK8lfk/TXFdYqusSEI/AAAAAAAABeQ/6xKY9LMmjA8/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ajXZTGK8lfk/TXFdYqusSEI/AAAAAAAABeQ/6xKY9LMmjA8/s320/028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The yellow ones are mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-w_yAK6SpNjw/TXFdm7qAaFI/AAAAAAAABeU/mh04wXbMStg/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-w_yAK6SpNjw/TXFdm7qAaFI/AAAAAAAABeU/mh04wXbMStg/s320/030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-7602797912054563497?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/7602797912054563497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=7602797912054563497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/7602797912054563497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/7602797912054563497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-behind.html' title='So Behind!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WzwLIjRwgB8/TXFbLMfv-EI/AAAAAAAABd8/a6cGB5HwCTM/s72-c/basketball+11+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-6705439014719172082</id><published>2011-02-04T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T10:55:23.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pet</title><content type='html'>One night I was in my bedroom and there was a knock at our door. Bella ran to open it and I heard the voice of a neighbor boy. No big deal. Then I heard Kyle yell "there's a bat in the house!" I thought he was joking and just trying to scare Bella. She came into my room screaming, and right behind her were Carson and Austin freaking out. I shut my door and yelled out to Kyle that I was NOT coming out until that thing was gone! It took awhile. It was hanging from the ceiling and wouldn't move. So Kyle and the boys all geared up to get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TUxIKB9sy5I/AAAAAAAABd0/kptIU1SYUbQ/s1600/basketball+11+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TUxIKB9sy5I/AAAAAAAABd0/kptIU1SYUbQ/s640/basketball+11+001.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TUxKFzHfmvI/AAAAAAAABd4/ym0GmEY0PZY/s1600/basketball+11+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TUxKFzHfmvI/AAAAAAAABd4/ym0GmEY0PZY/s400/basketball+11+008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The nasty thing made it's way to Hailee and Bella's room and was hanging on the vent. kyle shot it with a bbgun and down it went! UGGH! So nasty! I disinfected like crazy! Hailee wouldn't sleep in her room for 2 nights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-6705439014719172082?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6705439014719172082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=6705439014719172082' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/6705439014719172082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/6705439014719172082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-pet.html' title='New Pet'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/TUxIKB9sy5I/AAAAAAAABd0/kptIU1SYUbQ/s72-c/basketball+11+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-5170235782311255789</id><published>2011-01-11T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T11:48:05.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and New Years</title><content type='html'>Once again, Christmas has come and gone! The kids were a little bit worried that Santa wouldn't find our new house, but he did! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSX4H-X9BaI/AAAAAAAABc8/N73qLBXv-ug/s1600/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSX4H-X9BaI/AAAAAAAABc8/N73qLBXv-ug/s320/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+112.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bella got the Kit American Doll. It looks just like her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSX40oVqd1I/AAAAAAAABdA/wHvIVPe-Jb0/s1600/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSX40oVqd1I/AAAAAAAABdA/wHvIVPe-Jb0/s320/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+129.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; Her favorite gift is this barbie house that dad spent days on in his shop! But it was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSX5IrWnkxI/AAAAAAAABdE/-fJ9LJPKv_w/s1600/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSX5IrWnkxI/AAAAAAAABdE/-fJ9LJPKv_w/s320/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+110.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Austin got his remote control truck that he wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSX5ht93TWI/AAAAAAAABdI/IcN70uu9J5A/s1600/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSX5ht93TWI/AAAAAAAABdI/IcN70uu9J5A/s320/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+111.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Carson's favorite gift was Madden 11 for the Wii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSX53vbgmNI/AAAAAAAABdM/W5eR3mmVomw/s1600/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSX53vbgmNI/AAAAAAAABdM/W5eR3mmVomw/s320/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+114.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hailee got Shawn Johnson gymnastics wii game and Just Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSX6RUqlE5I/AAAAAAAABdQ/5izBbKv570I/s1600/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSX6RUqlE5I/AAAAAAAABdQ/5izBbKv570I/s320/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+134.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mama's favorite gift! A statue perfect for our family. Two girls, two boys, and a dog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle is so great at gifts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For New Years we headed to AZ. to mama and papa E.'s house. We love going there! The kids always have so much fun.&amp;nbsp; Grandpa even took Hailee shopping at Justice For Girls. What a good Grandpa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSywCxWS15I/AAAAAAAABdU/OIWSiHSVEcQ/s1600/New+years+2011+az+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSywCxWS15I/AAAAAAAABdU/OIWSiHSVEcQ/s400/New+years+2011+az+015.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Making brownies with Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSywamZSc2I/AAAAAAAABdY/-atgk86bVYM/s1600/New+years+2011+az+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSywamZSc2I/AAAAAAAABdY/-atgk86bVYM/s400/New+years+2011+az+025.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Grandpa playing Break the Ice with Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSywzNDHZwI/AAAAAAAABdc/NYuFuRbEbv8/s1600/New+years+2011+az+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSywzNDHZwI/AAAAAAAABdc/NYuFuRbEbv8/s400/New+years+2011+az+026.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Bowling with cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSyxPFqhhzI/AAAAAAAABdg/GsRBcyCjKnU/s1600/New+years+2011+az+044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSyxPFqhhzI/AAAAAAAABdg/GsRBcyCjKnU/s400/New+years+2011+az+044.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Daddy helping Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSyx8-Pw-BI/AAAAAAAABdk/0Pjxw2SokcQ/s1600/New+years+2011+az+050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSyx8-Pw-BI/AAAAAAAABdk/0Pjxw2SokcQ/s400/New+years+2011+az+050.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Playing a game I grew up with. I'm not gonna even try to spell it because I'll butcher it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSyySRSZEaI/AAAAAAAABdo/hL97ygnk3sk/s1600/New+years+2011+az+082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSyySRSZEaI/AAAAAAAABdo/hL97ygnk3sk/s400/New+years+2011+az+082.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We got very competitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSyyugyDPgI/AAAAAAAABds/BMk1LoTuFww/s1600/New+years+2011+az+075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSyyugyDPgI/AAAAAAAABds/BMk1LoTuFww/s400/New+years+2011+az+075.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle and Grandpa got a little competitive too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-5170235782311255789?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/5170235782311255789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=5170235782311255789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/5170235782311255789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/5170235782311255789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-and-new-years.html' title='Christmas and New Years'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/TSX4H-X9BaI/AAAAAAAABc8/N73qLBXv-ug/s72-c/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-3820290324404435008</id><published>2010-12-28T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T16:35:11.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;November and December flew by.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;How did that happen? Maybe because we moved to a new house just in time to get Christmas decorations up. I don't know. But anyhow, the holidays have come and gone. Austin celebrated his 7th birthday on Dec. 12th.What? He's 7? I swear I was just in the hospital holding a 9lb baby with crazy hair! Now he's growing up! Every year I give my kids a choice. They can either have a friend party, and not recieve any gifts from mom and dad, or they can choose to just have a family party and get a good gift from us. He chose the gift from us instead. Austin had his birthday planned for a week. All he wanted to do was go to dinner with mom and dad ALONE, then go to Wal Mart and pick out a gift. Easy enough! We took him to his favorite place in Mesquite Samauri 21. After that we went and picked out a few gifts. He got a Wrestle Mania Wii game, and some wrestling figurines. Not sure where all this WWF wrestling interest is coming from, but whatever! On our way home, he was very quiet. I think the whole night was a little anti climatic for him. He had been planning and preparing all week for our big night out, and I don't think it was all he expected. I'm not sure what was supposed to happen, but Kyle and I must be pretty dang boring! We had a little family party the next day for him. Kyle smashed Austin's face into his cake and made him pretty mad! He's the type that can dish it out but can't take it! Happy Birthday little buddy! We love you tons!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TRp8YYxj6QI/AAAAAAAABcY/I4PjoLWleKY/s1600/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TRp8YYxj6QI/AAAAAAAABcY/I4PjoLWleKY/s400/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not sure why the shirts off. If you look real close, you might be able to see lightning and thunder. That's what he calls his biceps! &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TRp8pKl4N-I/AAAAAAAABcc/E8Ulc60dvWc/s1600/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TRp8pKl4N-I/AAAAAAAABcc/E8Ulc60dvWc/s320/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't seem too overloaded with Christmas programs and parties this year. Thank goodness! The only program we had was a gymnastics performance in Mesquite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TRp-pTV3OPI/AAAAAAAABcg/Xg6vVo8PN3E/s1600/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TRp-pTV3OPI/AAAAAAAABcg/Xg6vVo8PN3E/s400/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+024.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't get any awesome action pics of Hailee. I was too busy trying to control my class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TRp_LUhGeLI/AAAAAAAABck/InJ_4jt3AZA/s1600/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TRp_LUhGeLI/AAAAAAAABck/InJ_4jt3AZA/s320/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is my beginning class. They're so cute. I love coaching them! &lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I guess the next exciting event would be Christmas. For Christmas Eve, we went up to Panaca for a few hours for the program at the church. Kyle has such great memories of this growing up, and wanted our kids to experience it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TRqAhqR47nI/AAAAAAAABcs/iTCohVKSj5c/s1600/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TRqAhqR47nI/AAAAAAAABcs/iTCohVKSj5c/s320/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+088.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TRqARlMARlI/AAAAAAAABco/GMfewRCvkr0/s1600/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TRqARlMARlI/AAAAAAAABco/GMfewRCvkr0/s320/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+085.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TRqBCpxbl0I/AAAAAAAABcw/I_zk1QINCXA/s1600/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TRqBCpxbl0I/AAAAAAAABcw/I_zk1QINCXA/s400/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+095.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TRqBTPGyW5I/AAAAAAAABc0/KadFCTcNEPI/s1600/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TRqBTPGyW5I/AAAAAAAABc0/KadFCTcNEPI/s400/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+097.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently Hailee and Carson were too cool to sit on Santa's lap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TRqB4429XuI/AAAAAAAABc4/CjFD-t0qWDc/s1600/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TRqB4429XuI/AAAAAAAABc4/CjFD-t0qWDc/s400/Austins+7th+bday+christmas+105.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After the program, we went back to Grandma's got in jammies, and headed home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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The day before the school parties, all the kids besides Bella didn't have costumes yet. So I ran to Vegas and Kyle and I went to D.I. and got creative. The only one that used our creativity was Austin. Carson and Hailee figured out things on their own. So this is what everyone came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TNsa26dkRFI/AAAAAAAABbw/7ycKUpUrbXQ/s1600/kids+551.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TNsa26dkRFI/AAAAAAAABbw/7ycKUpUrbXQ/s400/kids+551.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hailee wanted to be a football player at first. So we borrowed pads from our friend, and she decided she hated them and didn't want to be a football player anymore. So the morning of the school parties, she still didn't know what to be. After some serious drama,&amp;nbsp;she called her best friend Bailey, and borrowed her hula skirt. I'm still picking up pieces of grass all over the house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TNsbGlmjJvI/AAAAAAAABb0/xIrpPbblkTI/s1600/kids+562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TNsbGlmjJvI/AAAAAAAABb0/xIrpPbblkTI/s400/kids+562.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Carson eats, sleeps, and breathes football. So of course that's what he wanted to be. He wasn't as picky as Hailee though, and didn't insist on having the pads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TNsba-afWFI/AAAAAAAABb4/OdFGrBKktiI/s1600/kids+558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TNsba-afWFI/AAAAAAAABb4/OdFGrBKktiI/s400/kids+558.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Austin was a trooper and let Kyle do his makeup. He made a scary werewolf!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TNsbq8F1zkI/AAAAAAAABb8/kTdPk9dtHLc/s1600/kids+555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TNsbq8F1zkI/AAAAAAAABb8/kTdPk9dtHLc/s400/kids+555.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bella was a butterfly ferry, I guess. Not sure what it was supposed to be. Anyhow, she looked cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TNscBZV_xhI/AAAAAAAABcA/IwFxqVDcaU4/s1600/kids+542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TNscBZV_xhI/AAAAAAAABcA/IwFxqVDcaU4/s400/kids+542.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Kyle's always fun at Halloween. He gets into the holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TNseHdjvnvI/AAAAAAAABcE/swEEoHOxeQw/s1600/kids+548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TNseHdjvnvI/AAAAAAAABcE/swEEoHOxeQw/s400/kids+548.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He made some awesome chili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TNseXs0Lc1I/AAAAAAAABcI/J-btEhUcik0/s1600/kids+559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TNseXs0Lc1I/AAAAAAAABcI/J-btEhUcik0/s400/kids+559.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We had alot of fun trick or treating. The boys went with their friend Yadon, and &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;took the girls and some of Hailee's friends. Kyle stayed home and handed out candy to the trick or treaters. Everyone had a good time, got lot's of candy, took baths, and went to bed. Until 3 A.M. when Austin woke me up because he wasn't feeling well. He said he couldn't breathe and he was burning up! So I gave him some motrin and cold medicine, put a cold cloth on his head, and put him back to bed. When he woke up later that morning, his face and neck were &amp;nbsp;huge!!! So swollen. He must have had an allergic reaction to the face paint. His eyes were swollen also. So we gave him benedryl, and put hydrocortisone on his face, and put him back to bed. It took a couple of days for his face to look normal again. Guess we won't be painting his face next year! Poor guy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-4087442129034245018?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/4087442129034245018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=4087442129034245018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/4087442129034245018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/4087442129034245018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/TNsa26dkRFI/AAAAAAAABbw/7ycKUpUrbXQ/s72-c/kids+551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-3064330474780631989</id><published>2010-10-18T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T19:03:11.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer 2010</title><content type='html'>Even though Carson and Austin don't enjoy playing soccer that much, I sign them up every year because they are so good. They both average 4 to 5 goals each game. They are both quick on their feet and aggressive. We love to watch them play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TLz6fzIYZ-I/AAAAAAAABbk/77lSmOaE2rQ/s1600/soccer+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TLz6fzIYZ-I/AAAAAAAABbk/77lSmOaE2rQ/s640/soccer+005.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Carson going after the ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TLz7xMM1FGI/AAAAAAAABbs/r7XKHGTLsf8/s1600/truck+soccer+etc+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TLz7xMM1FGI/AAAAAAAABbs/r7XKHGTLsf8/s640/truck+soccer+etc+026.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Austin just made a goal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-3064330474780631989?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3064330474780631989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=3064330474780631989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3064330474780631989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3064330474780631989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2010/10/soccer-2010.html' title='Soccer 2010'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TLz6fzIYZ-I/AAAAAAAABbk/77lSmOaE2rQ/s72-c/soccer+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-8202662136096235328</id><published>2010-10-02T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T20:18:50.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a funk</title><content type='html'>Lately I'm in a bit of a funk about where we live. Don't get me wrong, I do love Logandale. The people are great here. But seriously? It's still so hot and it's October. Fall is my favorite time of year and we don't experience that season here in the desert. I've been feeling a little homesick for the place I grew up. Lake Arrowhead, CA. Unfortunately, I never realized how lucky I was to grow up there, until I was gone. It's so beautiful. Here are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TKfzTPVyPsI/AAAAAAAABbM/yEb-dd-qpQI/s1600/Lake%2520Arrowhead%2520California2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TKfzTPVyPsI/AAAAAAAABbM/yEb-dd-qpQI/s320/Lake%2520Arrowhead%2520California2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TKf05OVyjxI/AAAAAAAABbc/D13kvf78dBY/s1600/purelake1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TKf05OVyjxI/AAAAAAAABbc/D13kvf78dBY/s400/purelake1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TKfzo0zBsKI/AAAAAAAABbY/g8kz_rz6_ho/s1600/imagesarrowhead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TKfzo0zBsKI/AAAAAAAABbY/g8kz_rz6_ho/s320/imagesarrowhead.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TKfzghyFEWI/AAAAAAAABbU/6MsvJ8Obt4k/s1600/lake+arrowhead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TKfzghyFEWI/AAAAAAAABbU/6MsvJ8Obt4k/s400/lake+arrowhead.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-8202662136096235328?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8202662136096235328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=8202662136096235328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8202662136096235328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8202662136096235328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-funk.html' title='In a funk'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TKfzTPVyPsI/AAAAAAAABbM/yEb-dd-qpQI/s72-c/Lake%2520Arrowhead%2520California2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-4225656072816065755</id><published>2010-09-06T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T13:43:20.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School</title><content type='html'>Well another summer has come and gone. Time to get back on a schedule! Which is fine with me. I don't enjoy summer here. Not because the kids are home. I love that part. But because it's so stinkin hot that the kids are cooped up. They can't ride their bikes and play outside. &amp;nbsp;Every summer we wonder why we live here! But with school starting, we know that it will cool down in another month or so and that's exciting. The kids all got awesome teachers this year, so I'm excited about that. We were actually going to move back to Vegas this summer but last minute we decided we would stay here. I'm glad we did because I think it will be a great year. &lt;br /&gt;The first day went smooth. Everyone picked out their clothes the night before and we were actually sitting around waiting until it was time to go get on the bus. We've made it a tradition that the kids get on the bus the first day, and I meet them at the school to take them to their lines and embarrass them by taking tons of pictures. This year I think I was on good behavior though, and didn't emabarrass them too much.&amp;nbsp;Actually, they didn't really give me a chance! Thy all got off the bus and took off to go to their lines without me! They must have had it planned. &amp;nbsp;So I went to make sure they all found where they were supposed to be and by that time, there was no time for pictures. Here are some of the pics I did get though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TIVOAhRR-9I/AAAAAAAABZ4/5yHKDX7ehjk/s1600/cheer+camp+first+day+of+school+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TIVOAhRR-9I/AAAAAAAABZ4/5yHKDX7ehjk/s400/cheer+camp+first+day+of+school+028.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TIVOVy3UpVI/AAAAAAAABaA/WOKxDy9i4lk/s1600/cheer+camp+first+day+of+school+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TIVOVy3UpVI/AAAAAAAABaA/WOKxDy9i4lk/s400/cheer+camp+first+day+of+school+035.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TIVOln2ZfFI/AAAAAAAABaI/umlApKFYdXg/s1600/cheer+camp+first+day+of+school+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Hailee and Bailey's annual first day of school pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TIVQOW-aZ6I/AAAAAAAABao/OAMTcKcRPWc/s1600/cheer+camp+first+day+of+school+046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TIVQOW-aZ6I/AAAAAAAABao/OAMTcKcRPWc/s400/cheer+camp+first+day+of+school+046.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TIVPg_d-mZI/AAAAAAAABag/HB9ibsOVbSw/s1600/cheer+camp+first+day+of+school+050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TIVPg_d-mZI/AAAAAAAABag/HB9ibsOVbSw/s400/cheer+camp+first+day+of+school+050.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-4225656072816065755?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/4225656072816065755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=4225656072816065755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/4225656072816065755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/4225656072816065755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/TIVOAhRR-9I/AAAAAAAABZ4/5yHKDX7ehjk/s72-c/cheer+camp+first+day+of+school+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-323083238988478793</id><published>2010-09-02T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:00:13.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheer Camp</title><content type='html'>Every year the Pirate Cheerleaders put on a mini cheer camp for the younger girls. This year Bella was old enough to do it. It was soooo cute!! She had so much fun. On the last day, they performed for the parents. Of course she freaked out and didn't perform. She said because dad's were there! She has this thing against dad's. But I did get some video of her during practice. She's the one in the short black shorts. Hailee did it too because the cheer coach told me that she could tumble. She had alot of fun too. She and Bella have been chanting cheers ever since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TIAO7fBZ0UI/AAAAAAAABZg/1QqG4uFf_oM/s1600/cheer+camp+first+day+of+school+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TIAO7fBZ0UI/AAAAAAAABZg/1QqG4uFf_oM/s400/cheer+camp+first+day+of+school+005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bella and her friend Angelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TIAPZQYmIQI/AAAAAAAABZo/_WIxD5SNezk/s1600/cheer+camp+first+day+of+school+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TIAPZQYmIQI/AAAAAAAABZo/_WIxD5SNezk/s400/cheer+camp+first+day+of+school+009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Bella's friend Claire and her big sister Ansley. Such cute girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b0a561fdd3874c7c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db0a561fdd3874c7c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331454070%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25A8518661C23073CE5F3BA666C3D5904758196C.24E3BD1390DCA9C38D4D7905B3D70CFABFECC2D7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db0a561fdd3874c7c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBMs1F17js8auje198inlsfzpHQM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db0a561fdd3874c7c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331454070%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25A8518661C23073CE5F3BA666C3D5904758196C.24E3BD1390DCA9C38D4D7905B3D70CFABFECC2D7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db0a561fdd3874c7c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBMs1F17js8auje198inlsfzpHQM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-323083238988478793?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/323083238988478793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=323083238988478793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/323083238988478793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/323083238988478793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2010/09/cheer-camp.html' title='Cheer Camp'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TIAO7fBZ0UI/AAAAAAAABZg/1QqG4uFf_oM/s72-c/cheer+camp+first+day+of+school+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-8170241424196711246</id><published>2010-08-25T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:57:56.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carson's Baptism</title><content type='html'>Carson was baptized on August 7th. For some reason it felt so weird that he's that old already. Wasn't I just posting Hailee's baptism like yesterday? Time goes so fast. It was a great day and a memorable baptism to say the least. 14 kids were being baptized! It was like cattle drive. We were there for 2 hours. But that's ok. Carson was so cute. He was very excited to be baptized and for Cub Scouts. He's just a good kid and a great example to his brother and sisters. We love you buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/THWtqLbgnGI/AAAAAAAABZY/FDqEXB0d1fA/s1600/Carson%27s+Baptism+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/THWtqLbgnGI/AAAAAAAABZY/FDqEXB0d1fA/s400/Carson%27s+Baptism+012.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/THWtZgcMFDI/AAAAAAAABZQ/mdCalzMY44c/s1600/Carson%27s+Baptism+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/THWtZgcMFDI/AAAAAAAABZQ/mdCalzMY44c/s400/Carson%27s+Baptism+003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-8170241424196711246?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8170241424196711246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=8170241424196711246' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8170241424196711246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8170241424196711246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2010/08/carsons-baptism.html' title='Carson&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/THWtqLbgnGI/AAAAAAAABZY/FDqEXB0d1fA/s72-c/Carson%27s+Baptism+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-1194019434736886081</id><published>2010-08-01T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T15:06:51.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 8th Carson!</title><content type='html'>Carson's birthday was spent in a car the whole day! Poor kid! He was a great sport about it though. We drove to Bear Lake for the Eynon Family Reunion. Before we left, we gave him his presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TFXpg7uxgoI/AAAAAAAABYo/kjvoK7tDC0c/s1600/Carsons+8th+bday+and+bear+lake+2010+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TFXpg7uxgoI/AAAAAAAABYo/kjvoK7tDC0c/s400/Carsons+8th+bday+and+bear+lake+2010+026.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He got a wallet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TFXqLl_r6JI/AAAAAAAABY4/O_LRLiNBsZ4/s1600/Carsons+8th+bday+and+bear+lake+2010+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TFXqLl_r6JI/AAAAAAAABY4/O_LRLiNBsZ4/s400/Carsons+8th+bday+and+bear+lake+2010+030.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and a Matt Hasselbeck jersey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TFXp35JpqTI/AAAAAAAABYw/GLqKf8-vcNE/s400/Carsons+8th+bday+and+bear+lake+2010+031.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Carson LOVES football. He decided he's a Seahawks fan and that Matt Hasselbeck is one of his favorite players. I think it's because Heiselbetz resembles Hasselbeck and the kids at school call him that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought it was kinda funny that his number happens to be 8!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TFXqos2Q1EI/AAAAAAAABZA/YdzIuDFhvcs/s1600/Carsons+8th+bday+and+bear+lake+2010+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TFXqos2Q1EI/AAAAAAAABZA/YdzIuDFhvcs/s400/Carsons+8th+bday+and+bear+lake+2010+039.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When we finally got to Bear Lake, we celebrated his birthday with cake.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then he opened his much anticipated present from Grandma....His blanket. For every grandchild's 8th birthday, my mom makes them a quilt. The kids love it! The pic turned out blurry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TFXszh_Q56I/AAAAAAAABZI/0vFLAIhMy-4/s1600/Carsons+8th+bday+and+bear+lake+2010+042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TFXszh_Q56I/AAAAAAAABZI/0vFLAIhMy-4/s400/Carsons+8th+bday+and+bear+lake+2010+042.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Carson's 8 yr. old facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;favorite color: blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;favorite sport: football and baseball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;favorite teams: Dodgers and Seahawks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;favorite thing to do: play sports&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;favorite food: hot dogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;favorite subject in school: science&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my dad is: GREAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my mom is: GREAT TOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;favorite movie: Sandlot 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;favorite book: Diary of a Wimpy Kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What I want to be when I grow up: A major league baseball player or in the NFL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(we're counting on you for our retirement bud!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Favorite video game: Star Wars Battlefront II&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Best Friends: Yadon, Lucas, and cousin Jakob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Favorite Scripture story: Daniel and the Lions Den&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My sister Hailee is: obnoxious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My brother Austin is: really fun to play sports with (I don't hate him anymore, mom!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My sister Bella is&amp;nbsp;funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite thing to do with my family is: go places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Carson, we love you so much. You are always willing to do anything we ask and I appreciate that. Hope you had a great 8th birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-1194019434736886081?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1194019434736886081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=1194019434736886081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1194019434736886081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1194019434736886081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-8th-carson.html' title='Happy 8th Carson!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/TFXpg7uxgoI/AAAAAAAABYo/kjvoK7tDC0c/s72-c/Carsons+8th+bday+and+bear+lake+2010+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-73486937942710570</id><published>2010-07-02T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:30:15.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Update</title><content type='html'>May and June are always such busy months. So here is a recap of what we've been up to..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the World. The fourth graders do country reports that they&amp;nbsp;work on for a couple of months. Then the week of Around the World, they put on a program of singing and dancing,&amp;nbsp; set up displays in the hall and answer quiestions about their country, and the third day they bring a food from their country and share it with the rest of the fourth graders. Hailee did Italy since that's where Kyle went on his mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2KrQTmDDI/AAAAAAAABYY/cvch0l7YanY/s1600/208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2KrQTmDDI/AAAAAAAABYY/cvch0l7YanY/s400/208.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hailee and Daxton had quite the Italian setup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2J-PfAttI/AAAAAAAABYI/6-zlqDfcgjg/s1600/207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2J-PfAttI/AAAAAAAABYI/6-zlqDfcgjg/s320/207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hailee and her best friend Bailey. Bailey did Korea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Austin is now officially a big, bad 1st grader! He loved his Kindergarten &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;teacher Mrs. Cameron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2HnaecWoI/AAAAAAAABXY/bbidBUViiCo/s1600/279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2HnaecWoI/AAAAAAAABXY/bbidBUViiCo/s400/279.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2IGOOMbeI/AAAAAAAABXg/P64TgaE8adw/s1600/280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2IGOOMbeI/AAAAAAAABXg/P64TgaE8adw/s400/280.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle and his mini me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2IveabwHI/AAAAAAAABXo/cKwjeeTtaD4/s1600/283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2IveabwHI/AAAAAAAABXo/cKwjeeTtaD4/s400/283.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The proud Kindergarten graduate and his proud sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We spent a weekend at Loews hotel in Lake Las Vegas. Nevada residents get a killer deal on rooms and they have awesome swimming pools, and things for the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2JS9yY9uI/AAAAAAAABXw/f0VPJ8fFYgo/s1600/221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2JS9yY9uI/AAAAAAAABXw/f0VPJ8fFYgo/s400/221.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2Jn6NM67I/AAAAAAAABX4/UQaKUfaXtU0/s1600/231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2Jn6NM67I/AAAAAAAABX4/UQaKUfaXtU0/s400/231.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2Kd3g8gDI/AAAAAAAABYQ/ElnWtQCzIws/s1600/217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2Kd3g8gDI/AAAAAAAABYQ/ElnWtQCzIws/s400/217.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2K5Fpm7LI/AAAAAAAABYg/IVVrB2pOS3g/s1600/260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2K5Fpm7LI/AAAAAAAABYg/IVVrB2pOS3g/s400/260.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We went to Palm Springs with Kyle's family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2Dli6weiI/AAAAAAAABWo/f3Ofxl-Vbvg/s1600/081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2Dli6weiI/AAAAAAAABWo/f3Ofxl-Vbvg/s400/081.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Spent a day at Disneyland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2Dvo33d8I/AAAAAAAABWw/-3sIcyGBHrg/s1600/104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2Dvo33d8I/AAAAAAAABWw/-3sIcyGBHrg/s400/104.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Took family pics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2ExwHI49I/AAAAAAAABW4/Q-GElm72JZg/s1600/150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2ExwHI49I/AAAAAAAABW4/Q-GElm72JZg/s400/150.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2FMDqn4kI/AAAAAAAABXA/Nec3QGERlhs/s1600/162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2FMDqn4kI/AAAAAAAABXA/Nec3QGERlhs/s400/162.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Swam a bunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2FrRyxMLI/AAAAAAAABXI/GNaIBeDI34w/s1600/184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2FrRyxMLI/AAAAAAAABXI/GNaIBeDI34w/s400/184.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And had a great time with cousins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2F9Fp0_RI/AAAAAAAABXQ/ZT8dXclF73Q/s1600/173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2F9Fp0_RI/AAAAAAAABXQ/ZT8dXclF73Q/s400/173.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hailee competed in the Utah Summer Games and won first place&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;All Around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2DXE-4oUI/AAAAAAAABWg/iZCVqDWWhII/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2DXE-4oUI/AAAAAAAABWg/iZCVqDWWhII/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2CBGhPM2I/AAAAAAAABWY/3t3WiEc9ZMY/s1600/IMG_3678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2CBGhPM2I/AAAAAAAABWY/3t3WiEc9ZMY/s320/IMG_3678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle and I celebrated our 12th Anniversary in San Fransisco. We had a great time despite the fact that it was "Forty and Fabulous" gay pride weekend with 100,000 visitors in the city for the event. Kyle's favorite part of the weekend was the naked dude that flew past him on rollerblades. Or was it the fight he almost got into at the Dodger vs. Giants game? It's a toss up. My favorite part of the trip was touring Alcatraz. It was so fascinating! I went there while Kyle was at a baseball game. I wish I would've waited for Kyle to go on the tour with me though. He would've liked it alot. (Probably not as much as the naked, gay guy though!" Just kidding kyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC1-Yx3mDQI/AAAAAAAABV4/pSyB6bF9770/s1600/San+Fran+Trip+041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC1-Yx3mDQI/AAAAAAAABV4/pSyB6bF9770/s400/San+Fran+Trip+041.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC1-wRU9gRI/AAAAAAAABWA/1CsGqJMrHD8/s1600/San+Fran+Trip+059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC1-wRU9gRI/AAAAAAAABWA/1CsGqJMrHD8/s400/San+Fran+Trip+059.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to a Dodger vs. Giants game. The stadium is amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC1_W1SrG1I/AAAAAAAABWI/NSncgsQu_uM/s1600/San+Fran+Trip+077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC1_W1SrG1I/AAAAAAAABWI/NSncgsQu_uM/s400/San+Fran+Trip+077.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They had a Build A Bear at the stadium. So we made Bella a Dodger bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC1_-3VGM3I/AAAAAAAABWQ/n2cAwF4MZjI/s1600/San+Fran+Trip+081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC1_-3VGM3I/AAAAAAAABWQ/n2cAwF4MZjI/s400/San+Fran+Trip+081.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to 12 yrs. baby! Thanks for being such a kick butt husband!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-73486937942710570?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/73486937942710570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=73486937942710570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/73486937942710570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/73486937942710570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-update.html' title='Summer Update'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/TC2KrQTmDDI/AAAAAAAABYY/cvch0l7YanY/s72-c/208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-5564818998217011269</id><published>2010-05-24T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:45:59.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birds and the Bees....Oh Pleeeeeze!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I have been dreading this day for quite some time now. But I knew it had to happen...... talking to Hailee about the birds and the bees. I've been going through all the scenerios of what would happen and how she would react. What do I say? Do I go into the grusome details,&amp;nbsp; or do I just hurry and spit it out in one run on sentence? Is she even mature enough to hear it? Or will she laugh and run to tell Carson and Austin all about the&amp;nbsp;disgusting talk she just had with mom? Heaven knows Austin definitely doesn't need to hear about it now! He'll take that information and run with it! I even tried to tell Kyle that he had to tell her. Ya right!! That didn't go over well. So I bought this book a long time ago at Deseret Book about how to talk to your kids about "it". It cracked me up!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You're supposed to lead up to the "talk" by telling them that you have this wonderful, magical thing you want to talk to them about. Leave them in suspense for a while, then on their 8th birthday, take them to a restaraunt, bring a book with visuals, and have the "talk!" Seriously? Actually,&amp;nbsp;a friend of mine did this, &amp;nbsp;and I was rolling on the ground in tears from laughing so hard when she told me about it. Her hubby even went and joined in! But all I could picture in my head was Kyle and I sitting across from Hailee at her favorite restaraunt saying to her,&amp;nbsp;"Happy Birthday, and by the way, do you want to hear about how you were made, and how you will be able to have babies when you're older? Here, look we even brought a book with pictures in it!"&amp;nbsp; I guess if you want to make your kids birthday one that they'll never forget, that'll do it! Besides, she's not 8, she's 10, so all the cheezy talk about this magical thing isn't gonna work with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Anyways, tonight we were hanging out in her room and I was mustering up the courage like a scared boy trying to ask the girl of his dreams out. Seriously, I had butterflies and everything. I'm trying to figure out how to bring the subject up, when I just blurted it out! It went something like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Me: So, have you heard anything from your friends about how weird things might be happening to your body&amp;nbsp;soon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(good job, Gerilyn! Way to freak her out! Weird things? Couldn't find a better choice of word?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hailee: with a hilarious look on her face...Noooo,what are you talking about?&lt;/div&gt;I'm not even going to go further with telling you the conversation. But I do have to say it was quite comical. I only got as far as the "change" that will take place, and before I knew it, she was in her bathroom scrubbing her toilet! I'm not kidding! She was cleaning her bathroom like a mad woman and was trying to ignore me. Finally, she cut me off and said "I just can't talk about this!" So then I say "Oh, but I'm not even finished! I have something else I want to tell you about. Have you heard anything about the word S-E-X? Yes, I spelled it out! I couldn't even say it! Oh my gosh! I am blowing this! By now, she's looking at me like I was some alien that just landed in her room from outerspace! I knew I had to stop until I was better prepared. So I told her that we would talk about it later in a girls night out. Great, I'm sure she can't wait to have a girls night out now! Anyone have any advice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S_tj9rlZ1hI/AAAAAAAABVw/AwyGbEkU0DI/s1600/birdsandbees.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S_tj9rlZ1hI/AAAAAAAABVw/AwyGbEkU0DI/s320/birdsandbees.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-5564818998217011269?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/5564818998217011269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=5564818998217011269' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/5564818998217011269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/5564818998217011269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2010/05/birds-and-beesoh-pleeeeeze.html' title='The Birds and the Bees....Oh Pleeeeeze!!!!!!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S_tj9rlZ1hI/AAAAAAAABVw/AwyGbEkU0DI/s72-c/birdsandbees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-4161098534643643930</id><published>2010-05-07T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T14:35:28.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lot's O' Posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I've been in a blogging coma but I'm back, so here's what's been going on in our lives....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Easter, we went to play at Grandma and Grandpa Eynon's and saw all our cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SFQmKfLfI/AAAAAAAABUU/7wgu6JMearc/s1600/396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SFQmKfLfI/AAAAAAAABUU/7wgu6JMearc/s320/396.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SFaSdeMGI/AAAAAAAABUc/EZe1czPN_JE/s1600/400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SFaSdeMGI/AAAAAAAABUc/EZe1czPN_JE/s320/400.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SFlbhWNpI/AAAAAAAABUk/37bklXMnwXw/s1600/427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SFlbhWNpI/AAAAAAAABUk/37bklXMnwXw/s320/427.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SFwfmIz2I/AAAAAAAABUs/ArCzISrDFsI/s1600/442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Yep, we were right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-4161098534643643930?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/4161098534643643930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=4161098534643643930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/4161098534643643930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/4161098534643643930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2010/05/lots-o-posts.html' title='Lot&apos;s O&apos; Posts'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SFQmKfLfI/AAAAAAAABUU/7wgu6JMearc/s72-c/396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-4754780047518318521</id><published>2010-05-07T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T14:22:30.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've been going to fun birthday parties...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SCOLjOfJI/AAAAAAAABTc/eEtiVixMf2Y/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SCOLjOfJI/AAAAAAAABTc/eEtiVixMf2Y/s400/052.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SCVaUcuhI/AAAAAAAABTk/-0r9_MKYpUA/s1600/059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SCVaUcuhI/AAAAAAAABTk/-0r9_MKYpUA/s400/059.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SCdnuMdmI/AAAAAAAABTs/7kN1cgXA_oU/s1600/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SCdnuMdmI/AAAAAAAABTs/7kN1cgXA_oU/s400/062.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and baseball games...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SDRCqsD0I/AAAAAAAABT0/RrY_mhBP83c/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SDRCqsD0I/AAAAAAAABT0/RrY_mhBP83c/s400/012.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SDZwnR7GI/AAAAAAAABT8/wI7eAN0Ah_8/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SDZwnR7GI/AAAAAAAABT8/wI7eAN0Ah_8/s400/016.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SDlbSA35I/AAAAAAAABUE/YGIbDqgMhWY/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;May Day! Austin was excited to hold the ball for the Kindergartners, and Carson as you can tell was just having a good ol' time. Hailee was soooo excited for this year. She got to do the "Stayin Alive" dance. 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Everyday she asks how many more days till gym. She also asked when her first meet is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SABCmJoPI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ev_1CuIKhkA/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SABCmJoPI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ev_1CuIKhkA/s640/002.JPG" tt="true" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-5413550861237045300?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/5413550861237045300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=5413550861237045300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/5413550861237045300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/5413550861237045300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2010/05/bella-started-gymnastics-and-loves-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-SABCmJoPI/AAAAAAAABS0/Ev_1CuIKhkA/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-1661456346015866256</id><published>2010-05-07T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T14:02:09.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-R-IArSqaI/AAAAAAAABSk/qNSCxbABkAE/s1600/064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-R-IArSqaI/AAAAAAAABSk/qNSCxbABkAE/s320/064.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-R-QF0dloI/AAAAAAAABSs/CHF0rnvTvsI/s1600/065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-R-QF0dloI/AAAAAAAABSs/CHF0rnvTvsI/s320/065.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Last, we put our house up for sale and the next day got an offer. Crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-1661456346015866256?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1661456346015866256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=1661456346015866256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1661456346015866256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1661456346015866256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-we-put-our-house-up-for-sale-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S-R-IArSqaI/AAAAAAAABSk/qNSCxbABkAE/s72-c/064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-3976341620052588669</id><published>2010-03-23T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T14:13:00.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Who In Our Family?</title><content type='html'>I saw this post on a friends blog and thought it was cute. Everyone plays a special part in each family and all the different personalities can make for some serious chaos, but we wouldn't have it any other way. So here are the personalities that put together the Heiselbetz Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Hailee- Hailee just turned 10 on Sunday. Can't believe it! I think Hailee is at the point right now where she's trying to figure out who she is and what kind of person she wants to become. She's definitely a tween, and starting to have crushes. She's on Team Jacob! She knows alot about football and baseball and likes to talk to her dad about sports. She doesn't get real excited about school, but likes the social aspect of it! She is on the 4 Harry Potter book, but her main passion in life is gymnastics. She loves it and works so hard. She wants to go to the University of Georgia and be on their team. Have no idea where that came from! But it's a great goal! Hailee's place in the family- to be the bossy older sister! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451967790491316610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S6lH0dcbMYI/AAAAAAAABK8/8KZyKl31lWw/s400/15.jpg" /&gt;Carson- Just a good kid! Half the time you don't even know he's around. He is such a caring and sensitive boy, and always willing to do whatever I ask of him. He is smart and witty, and totally get's sarcasm. Carson's always saying funny things! He loves to read and has become quite the bookworm. He does really well in school. Right now he's playing baseball. His favorite sport to play is football, but he's an awesome soccer player as well. He tends to get pushed around a bit because he's too nice, but when pushed to his limits, WATCH OUT! He will snap! He has this vein in his neck that sticks out when he's mad! He has lot's of friends and get's along with everyone. He's usually pretty easy going. Carson is more of a homebody (just like his mom) and is happy to hang out here. He can tend to be a bit of an airhead and the joke is that he's so lucky his head is attatched to his body, or he'd lose it! He loves to play video games and watch movies. You haven't experienced anything until you watch a funny movie with Carson. It's hilarious! Carson's place in the family- to be the one we can always count on.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452307058955478146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S6p8Ye9lZII/AAAAAAAABLM/wFmZuKZHIdY/s400/626.JPG" /&gt;Austin- Oh Austin. What can I say? Like father like son. This kid is so much like Kyle, it's scary! He likes Kindergarten and has become a lady's man! The girls in the neighborhood are always knocking on our door to see if he can play. He recently informed me that him and a girl in his class just "broke up." Austin's always by his dad's side when Kyle's working on a project. He's super observant and can watch people do something one time and he'll have it down. He thinks alot and asks a million questions! He won't settle for one word answers. He wants a detailed answer to every question. (I'm definitely not gonna be part of the "birds and the bees" talk with him! Good luck with that Kyle!) He is the most persistent kid I have ever met! Which can be both good and bad! From the second Austin get's home from school until dark, he's outside playing. He can't sit still inside for very long. He always wants to be playing with friends and I'm often seen driving around the neighborhood looking for him. When he is home, Austin is usually found teasing somebody (mostly Carson.) He is a natural at every sport. Anything he tries, he's good at. He likes to flirt with me and calls me "hot mama" (something he will soon realize is just sick and wrong!) Him and Kyle are known to fight over me. Oh to be so loved!Austin's place in the family- to keep us on our toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452308410863257586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S6p9nLNhB_I/AAAAAAAABLU/veqQ6r21RLU/s400/124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella- Bella is the three s's. Sassy, spicy, and strong! This little girl has such a strong spirit in a little body! When she's happy and having a good day, she's so much fun. But when she's in a bad mood, look out! She doesn't take any crap from anybody. She'll stick up for herself, and everyone around her! She speaks her mind, and I'm often afraid of what will come out of her mouth in public. Bella isn't a cuddly person. I can't get a kiss or a hug from her for that matter. But when I do talk her into hugging me, I cherish it. She's a very independent, opinionated girl who knows what she wants (and usually get's it!) She's been known to get in older kids faces and tell them off! She just started gymnastics and loves it. She thinks she's hot stuff when we go to the school to help in classes, and usually ends up participating in class like she's one of the students. She loves her barbies but mostly loves to cruise around in her barbie jeep. We love this little one, and our family wouldn't be complete without her. Bella's place in the family- to put us all in our place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452308784235156706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S6p986IUFOI/AAAAAAAABLc/Hi6vuTzIz84/s400/133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it! All these personalities make the Heiselbetz family who we are today. I love each one of them the same but for different reasons. Can't imagine life without them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-3976341620052588669?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3976341620052588669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=3976341620052588669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3976341620052588669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3976341620052588669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2010/03/whos-who-in-our-family.html' title='Who&apos;s Who In Our Family?'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/S6lH0dcbMYI/AAAAAAAABK8/8KZyKl31lWw/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-4819834826056811226</id><published>2010-03-12T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T08:33:23.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of The Mouths Of Babes</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, I was taking Bella to nursury and she was NOT happy about it! She wants to be a Sunbeam instead. So as I'm trying to drag her in, she yells really loud "Nursury Sucks!" Great. I'm so glad she has learned that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a basketball game against Moapa and Virgin Valley. Huge rivals! Carson's school teacher' s husband is the Principal of Virgin Valley Highschool. So Mrs. Wilson cheers for the Bull Dogs instead of the Pirates. Carson saw&amp;nbsp; Mrs. Wilson walk into the gym wearing green (Bull Dog colors) Man, was he upset. He felt totally betrayed by his teacher. He could not believe she was wearing green instead of the sacred blue and gold! It&amp;nbsp; totally ruined his night.&lt;br /&gt;So the following Monday they had to write a story in class about their weekend. This is how Carson's story went:&amp;nbsp; Over the weekend, my family went to the Pirate basketball game. But you know what really sucked about my weekend? That my teacher is a Bull Dog!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Wilson thought this was so hilarious! She took it home to read to her family. I'm glad they got a kick out of it! Looks like we need to work on not saying the word "suck" in our house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-4819834826056811226?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/4819834826056811226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=4819834826056811226' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/4819834826056811226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/4819834826056811226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2010/03/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out Of The Mouths Of Babes'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-3056144835100284422</id><published>2010-03-10T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T14:30:16.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Job Hailee!</title><content type='html'>So I try to keep bragging to a minimum on this blog but really I use this blog&amp;nbsp;as my journal, so oh well. If you don't like my bragging, then don't read this post! We went to AZ this past weekend for a gymnastics meet. Hailee did awesome! She has done awesome all season! She got 1st place on the bars and vault,&amp;nbsp; 2nd place on floor, 4th place on beam, and 2nd place all around. The team also placed 2nd. Not bad for a little gym out in the sticks! All the gyms in Vegas call us the gym in the "barn", but I think we have gained some respect from them since we can usually hang and our gym is less than half the size as theirs. We also went to Park City for a meet a few weeks ago, and out of&amp;nbsp; 71 girls she placed 9th on vault,&amp;nbsp;7th on bars and floor, 20th on beam, and 13th all around. Darn&amp;nbsp; beam! usually they are divided up into age groups and&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;have about 13-16 girls they compete against. But at this meet they all competed against each other no matter what age they were. So it was kinda fun to see where Hailee would place. She goes to gym 4 days a week for 3 hrs. and works her butt off! So it's fun to see her be successful. Her dream is to get on the Georgia Bull Dogs College team. Keep working hard Hailee! We are so proud of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S5gcqUpAYxI/AAAAAAAABKs/OyrHrXOuYro/s1600-h/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S5gcqUpAYxI/AAAAAAAABKs/OyrHrXOuYro/s400/034.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My pictures always end up so dark with the lighting in the gyms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S5gczuKe8xI/AAAAAAAABK0/W9YHBBfD_Jw/s1600-h/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S5gczuKe8xI/AAAAAAAABK0/W9YHBBfD_Jw/s400/042.JPG" vt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hailee and Natalya on the podium with all their medals. They always score so close at every meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-3056144835100284422?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3056144835100284422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=3056144835100284422' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3056144835100284422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3056144835100284422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-job-hailee.html' title='Good Job Hailee!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/S5gcqUpAYxI/AAAAAAAABKs/OyrHrXOuYro/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-8419472458233833855</id><published>2010-03-09T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T12:55:04.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Baby Bella is 3!!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe Bella turned 3 today! Crazy! We love this little girl so much. She adds so much to our family. The festivities started over the weekend when we went to Grandma and Grandpa Eynon's house in Arizona. We had a party there for the birthdays in March. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S5aS_aUFt6I/AAAAAAAABJo/KArICgsyLOY/s1600-h/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S5aS_aUFt6I/AAAAAAAABJo/KArICgsyLOY/s320/001.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tyler and Hailee were less than thrilled to wear their birthday crowns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S5aTHcj0ZBI/AAAAAAAABJw/ABmbJi3eyOA/s1600-h/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S5aTHcj0ZBI/AAAAAAAABJw/ABmbJi3eyOA/s320/012.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then the day of Bella's real birthday came and she was so excited! I woke up to her running down the hall yelling "It's my birthday!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S5azufr-jFI/AAAAAAAABKA/J67onLXPYps/s1600-h/067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S5azufr-jFI/AAAAAAAABKA/J67onLXPYps/s320/067.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S5az6fW0KrI/AAAAAAAABKI/EXzy2Y9O0Rg/s1600-h/068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S5az6fW0KrI/AAAAAAAABKI/EXzy2Y9O0Rg/s320/068.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S5a1LXJv6uI/AAAAAAAABKY/V-8d0TicHls/s1600-h/073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S5a1LXJv6uI/AAAAAAAABKY/V-8d0TicHls/s640/073.JPG" vt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S5a0CldEz7I/AAAAAAAABKQ/NjEDDmdlJxo/s1600-h/085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S5a0CldEz7I/AAAAAAAABKQ/NjEDDmdlJxo/s640/085.JPG" vt="true" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She's been wanting a Barbie Jeep for so long. Daddy broke down and bought her one! Now her and Tahj can cruise around the neighborhood in style!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-8419472458233833855?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8419472458233833855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=8419472458233833855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8419472458233833855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8419472458233833855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-baby-bella-is-3.html' title='Our Baby Bella is 3!!!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/S5aS_aUFt6I/AAAAAAAABJo/KArICgsyLOY/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-6675349544253211310</id><published>2010-03-01T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:12:17.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Gymnastics pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S3pYIpMVqqI/AAAAAAAABJQ/-lqkGHyOu6Q/s1600-h/IMG_5804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S3pYIpMVqqI/AAAAAAAABJQ/-lqkGHyOu6Q/s640/IMG_5804.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S3pX_BYW2oI/AAAAAAAABJI/Jmaxx9bw1d4/s1600-h/IMG_5803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S3pX_BYW2oI/AAAAAAAABJI/Jmaxx9bw1d4/s320/IMG_5803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S3pYQHaupwI/AAAAAAAABJY/5lXRbAUqnyc/s1600-h/IMG_5808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S3pYQHaupwI/AAAAAAAABJY/5lXRbAUqnyc/s320/IMG_5808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S3pYVMehkpI/AAAAAAAABJg/6aFpSXyprSE/s1600-h/IMG_5820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S3pYVMehkpI/AAAAAAAABJg/6aFpSXyprSE/s320/IMG_5820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hailee and Natalya trying to push each other off the beam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-6675349544253211310?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6675349544253211310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=6675349544253211310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/6675349544253211310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/6675349544253211310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2010/03/2010-gymnastics-pics.html' title='2010 Gymnastics pics'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/S3pYIpMVqqI/AAAAAAAABJQ/-lqkGHyOu6Q/s72-c/IMG_5804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-516387024019460503</id><published>2010-02-16T12:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:40:38.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin Getttin His Groove On</title><content type='html'>This is a side of Austin not many get to see. This video doesn't do it justice, but I'm telling you, this boy can move!&amp;nbsp; He was embarrassed because I was recording him so he wasn't getting his groove on like usual. You get the point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7bf8bf3a63129466" 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.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7bf8bf3a63129466%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331454070%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41046F13EC8DCC0343E39A96078688F3F021004.4FB8A283666248271F333015652875FC82009E06%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7bf8bf3a63129466%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHxQWGKW3I3nmyS9T1uia3ZTBSyw&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.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7bf8bf3a63129466%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331454070%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41046F13EC8DCC0343E39A96078688F3F021004.4FB8A283666248271F333015652875FC82009E06%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7bf8bf3a63129466%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHxQWGKW3I3nmyS9T1uia3ZTBSyw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-516387024019460503?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/516387024019460503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=516387024019460503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/516387024019460503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/516387024019460503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2010/02/austin-getttin-his-groove-on.html' title='Austin Getttin His Groove On'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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-9010942479877305023.post-1261401210346809062</id><published>2010-02-16T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T00:28:09.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney On Ice</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago Kyle was given 4 tickets to Disney On Ice. So we took the girls and had so much fun! Bella loved everything except for the Lion King. She thought it was scary. Hailee didn't say much but I think she secretly enjoyed it. Thank you Neil and Lara for watching the boys for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S3pWu8k8JLI/AAAAAAAABJA/7P5TiOndSJs/s1600-h/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S3pWu8k8JLI/AAAAAAAABJA/7P5TiOndSJs/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S3pWC01_cYI/AAAAAAAABIg/NRaxS5ojem4/s1600-h/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S3pWC01_cYI/AAAAAAAABIg/NRaxS5ojem4/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S3pWKxpDCYI/AAAAAAAABIo/PV4Qb8C4YPk/s1600-h/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S3pWKxpDCYI/AAAAAAAABIo/PV4Qb8C4YPk/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S3pWbX2V4SI/AAAAAAAABIw/j1-iyVr5nko/s1600-h/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S3pWbX2V4SI/AAAAAAAABIw/j1-iyVr5nko/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S3pWhQRioCI/AAAAAAAABI4/I54-WNQJCfM/s1600-h/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S3pWhQRioCI/AAAAAAAABI4/I54-WNQJCfM/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-1261401210346809062?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1261401210346809062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=1261401210346809062' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1261401210346809062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1261401210346809062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2010/02/disney-on-ice.html' title='Disney On Ice'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/S3pWu8k8JLI/AAAAAAAABJA/7P5TiOndSJs/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-25119067223359107</id><published>2010-01-11T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:07:31.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a big girl now!</title><content type='html'>In December, my boys went to Panaca for a weekend to stay at Grandma and Grandpa Heiselbetz's. Their cousin's were on track break and were going there too, so they were super excited to go play. They went up Thursday night, and ditched school Friday (which Austin thought was&amp;nbsp;way cool.) Anyways, that just left us girls. What's a girl to do when her boys are away? Shop of course! So I let Hailee skip school too, and we headed into Vegas to Christmas shop.&amp;nbsp; On our way there, we were just chatting and something came up about Bella getting her ears pierced. Now I'm not too big on getting my girls' ears pierced when they're babies. I think it's fun to do it when they are older and they want it done. It makes for a fun mommy -daughter date! But Bella has been relentless about getting it done. She tries to put Hailee's earings in all the time and says she wants her ears pierced. So we asked her if she wanted it done, and she said yes. We got to the mall and did some shopping and talked up the ear piercing thing because I was a little nervous she was going to freak out! Finally, we saw Claire's and decided what the heck? Let's do this thing. So we went to the lady and I asked her if there were two people there that could do both ears at once. She said no that she was the only one, which really made me nervous. I thought for sure after getting the first one done, Bella would have a total meltdown and not want the other one done. But we tried it anyways, and she was so funny! I have never seen Bella grin that big before! She just smiled the whole time. She didn't even flinch!&amp;nbsp; She had an audience watching her and they were all just laughing at how happy she was. When we were finished, we did more shopping, and she had an extra bounce to her step! She thought she was hot stuff! So cute. I totally just rattled on. Oh well, here are some pictures of the "New Bella"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0uSdzqK2VI/AAAAAAAABIQ/nZsTw8My-6s/s1600-h/133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0uSdzqK2VI/AAAAAAAABIQ/nZsTw8My-6s/s640/133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0uSwi9N9NI/AAAAAAAABIY/6mcAEEJ2ZAs/s1600-h/131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0uSwi9N9NI/AAAAAAAABIY/6mcAEEJ2ZAs/s640/131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-25119067223359107?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/25119067223359107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=25119067223359107' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/25119067223359107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/25119067223359107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-big-girl-now.html' title='I&apos;m a big girl now!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0uSdzqK2VI/AAAAAAAABIQ/nZsTw8My-6s/s72-c/133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-571127068398573605</id><published>2009-12-15T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:41:38.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November and December happenings</title><content type='html'>On November&amp;nbsp;7th, my Grandpa Eynon passed away. Although it was sad, it was also time for him to go. He was 92 yrs. and&amp;nbsp;had lived a long and productive life. &amp;nbsp; Even when my family&amp;nbsp; meets up for a sad event, we have such a good time together. All of my brothers and sisters and their families were in California for the funeral. This couldn't have made my dad any happier! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SygzZdfowjI/AAAAAAAABFo/s4IIH0zZu1I/s1600-h/IMG_2222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SygzZdfowjI/AAAAAAAABFo/s4IIH0zZu1I/s400/IMG_2222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa with all the Grandkids except Bella (she was being a stinker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SygxBmIPVEI/AAAAAAAABEw/An4RpWlMJi0/s1600-h/IMG_2203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SygxBmIPVEI/AAAAAAAABEw/An4RpWlMJi0/s400/IMG_2203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My sister Angie and her family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SygxpSlYxNI/AAAAAAAABE4/d5XsPDGb7M4/s1600-h/IMG_2207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SygxpSlYxNI/AAAAAAAABE4/d5XsPDGb7M4/s400/IMG_2207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My sister Shayne and her family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SygyCN0nGDI/AAAAAAAABFI/5n0OOorN8dA/s1600-h/IMG_2209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SygyCN0nGDI/AAAAAAAABFI/5n0OOorN8dA/s400/IMG_2209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sygx0NOt51I/AAAAAAAABFA/dJ4TzUpPNFM/s1600-h/IMG_2205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sygx0NOt51I/AAAAAAAABFA/dJ4TzUpPNFM/s400/IMG_2205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My sister Lindsay and her fam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SygySJGOXzI/AAAAAAAABFQ/cgxRmgjmx4Q/s1600-h/IMG_2212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SygySJGOXzI/AAAAAAAABFQ/cgxRmgjmx4Q/s400/IMG_2212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My brother David and his awesome wife Konnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sygyg0_cRFI/AAAAAAAABFY/_3O1sT2exok/s1600-h/IMG_2214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sygyg0_cRFI/AAAAAAAABFY/_3O1sT2exok/s400/IMG_2214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My brother Jeff and his amazing wife Kristie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SygzF9awc8I/AAAAAAAABFg/9Ht3fu0ssFo/s1600-h/IMG_2219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SygzF9awc8I/AAAAAAAABFg/9Ht3fu0ssFo/s400/IMG_2219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My youngest brother Adam and his family....wait those are his nieces and nephews (his woman wasn't able to be there) We missed you Ali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The funeral was nice and my dad did a great job with the eulogy. After the luncheon, we all went to my sister Shayne's house and hung out. I love these people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Syg2ttKoO0I/AAAAAAAABFw/J6OBDrMTwlw/s1600-h/IMG_2201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Syg2ttKoO0I/AAAAAAAABFw/J6OBDrMTwlw/s400/IMG_2201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My dad and his brother and sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Syg24WGN0GI/AAAAAAAABF4/QfXgVMVcBSg/s1600-h/IMG_2251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Syg24WGN0GI/AAAAAAAABF4/QfXgVMVcBSg/s400/IMG_2251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Eynon ladies (plus my niece on the left. She's more like a sister than a niece)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Syg3CqBDsYI/AAAAAAAABGA/JRNsh8QMuWA/s1600-h/IMG_2262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Syg3CqBDsYI/AAAAAAAABGA/JRNsh8QMuWA/s400/IMG_2262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was my dad's birthday so we celebrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Syg4PZWlqXI/AAAAAAAABGI/bk5jtLWgR1M/s1600-h/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Syg4PZWlqXI/AAAAAAAABGI/bk5jtLWgR1M/s400/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jessica and Hailee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Syg4XT5LMxI/AAAAAAAABGQ/Zmm2IhtHukA/s1600-h/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Syg4XT5LMxI/AAAAAAAABGQ/Zmm2IhtHukA/s400/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Playing the wii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Syg4eaIBWlI/AAAAAAAABGY/PbRvW_fdwCs/s1600-h/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Syg4eaIBWlI/AAAAAAAABGY/PbRvW_fdwCs/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Adam's always so much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Syg4mOpArvI/AAAAAAAABGg/nIiw3OfxM1w/s1600-h/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Syg4mOpArvI/AAAAAAAABGg/nIiw3OfxM1w/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Winding down for a 3-d movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were hopping in December going to Christmas parties and programs. We went Christmas caroling with a bunch of friends from our ward....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UMFCqyfoI/AAAAAAAABGw/ABdhJUoA3t0/s1600-h/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UMFCqyfoI/AAAAAAAABGw/ABdhJUoA3t0/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UMK6zRHbI/AAAAAAAABG4/6Twh71lqisI/s1600-h/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UMK6zRHbI/AAAAAAAABG4/6Twh71lqisI/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bella had so much fun singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the strip and checked out the Bellagio decorations and water show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UM7358gsI/AAAAAAAABHA/v7MY0e-_-II/s1600-h/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UM7358gsI/AAAAAAAABHA/v7MY0e-_-II/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UNM4SH4SI/AAAAAAAABHI/QFgYLbzFBRk/s1600-h/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UNM4SH4SI/AAAAAAAABHI/QFgYLbzFBRk/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UNWin3VOI/AAAAAAAABHQ/HV0-awoZO_I/s1600-h/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UNWin3VOI/AAAAAAAABHQ/HV0-awoZO_I/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UNdgpPKOI/AAAAAAAABHY/IfyfHWK6PZI/s1600-h/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UNdgpPKOI/AAAAAAAABHY/IfyfHWK6PZI/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who knew Santa hung out on the Strip? The kids were a little weirded out by him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then Christmas day we stayed home and had so much fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UOOyrpGaI/AAAAAAAABHg/77SqNFwT7S4/s1600-h/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UOOyrpGaI/AAAAAAAABHg/77SqNFwT7S4/s400/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;our annual top of the stairs pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UOXSuTJVI/AAAAAAAABHo/PE1lVeBAa0M/s1600-h/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UOXSuTJVI/AAAAAAAABHo/PE1lVeBAa0M/s400/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Austin got a new scooter (you don't think Kyle's tired do you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UOfnU0UUI/AAAAAAAABHw/AVK9By5hk-8/s1600-h/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UOfnU0UUI/AAAAAAAABHw/AVK9By5hk-8/s400/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Carson got one too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UOmuLzKNI/AAAAAAAABH4/hzt3Ao_WLxY/s1600-h/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UOmuLzKNI/AAAAAAAABH4/hzt3Ao_WLxY/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle's ready to go play for the Dodgers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UOtTBdIQI/AAAAAAAABIA/gcI9FoVPEEk/s1600-h/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UOtTBdIQI/AAAAAAAABIA/gcI9FoVPEEk/s400/051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bella got a bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UO7u8xTjI/AAAAAAAABII/jlNiyBJkQX4/s1600-h/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/S0UO7u8xTjI/AAAAAAAABII/jlNiyBJkQX4/s400/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hailee got a cell phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had such a fun Christmas vacation. We did absolutely nothing! I think we watched Napoleon Dynamite a dozen times and stayed up late every night. Kyle even took a whole week off of work! He never does that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas! &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/9010942479877305023-571127068398573605?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/571127068398573605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=571127068398573605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/571127068398573605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/571127068398573605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-bit-of-catching-up.html' title='November and December happenings'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SygzZdfowjI/AAAAAAAABFo/s4IIH0zZu1I/s72-c/IMG_2222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-8655075127523545057</id><published>2009-12-01T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:11:43.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankmas 09</title><content type='html'>In my&amp;nbsp;brother in law's family, they have a tradition that every other year for Thanksgiving, the whole family get's together and celebrates Thanksgiving and Christmas and call it Thankmas. It's pretty much a week long event filled with all kinds of activities and traditions. This year, Mike and Lindsay weren't coming this way for Thanksgiving so they invited us to Colorado for their own Thankmas.&amp;nbsp; That is the longest drive ever!!! But I have to say it was worth it. We had a great time. Mike and Kyle pretty much planted themselves in the "man cave" (basement) for three days watching football, and graced us with their presence upstairs when they were hungry.&amp;nbsp; They did step it up though and took the kids on a hike while Lindsay and I got dinner ready. They also let us go see New Moon (again) which was even better the second time. Who knew I was going to be such a Jacob fan? It was so much fun and I wish Team Millward lived closer so we could see them more. Maybe we should just move to Colorado? Love it there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxVYEh7qPII/AAAAAAAABDQ/uTN9jvBXt1w/s1600/DSC00752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxVYEh7qPII/AAAAAAAABDQ/uTN9jvBXt1w/s320/DSC00752.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle and the kids on their hike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxVYKWmKndI/AAAAAAAABDY/w38RrnPIxjU/s1600/DSC00761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxVYKWmKndI/AAAAAAAABDY/w38RrnPIxjU/s320/DSC00761.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't my sister a hottie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxVYQRbbDTI/AAAAAAAABDg/pnwrc8YIVYI/s1600/DSC00773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxVYQRbbDTI/AAAAAAAABDg/pnwrc8YIVYI/s320/DSC00773.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready to carve the turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxVYgwFW4LI/AAAAAAAABDo/e0EGxyT16Pk/s1600/DSC00795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxVYgwFW4LI/AAAAAAAABDo/e0EGxyT16Pk/s320/DSC00795.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My nephew Maddox loved our puppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxVYr-us3PI/AAAAAAAABDw/swbcWUp5BhU/s1600/DSC00800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxVYr-us3PI/AAAAAAAABDw/swbcWUp5BhU/s320/DSC00800.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The boys let us into the man cave for a little rockband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxVY3XdH7BI/AAAAAAAABD4/JelR75bD2pY/s1600/DSC00851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxVY3XdH7BI/AAAAAAAABD4/JelR75bD2pY/s320/DSC00851.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pump it up! Such a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxVZDz2UvfI/AAAAAAAABEA/mHM3UunjIPo/s1600/DSC00838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxVZDz2UvfI/AAAAAAAABEA/mHM3UunjIPo/s320/DSC00838.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even Kyle had fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxV1ai0zcJI/AAAAAAAABEI/AY8H7wpCP2w/s1600/DSC00865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxV1ai0zcJI/AAAAAAAABEI/AY8H7wpCP2w/s320/DSC00865.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Mike had lot's of gifts for the kids to open for Thankmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxV1gFGYojI/AAAAAAAABEQ/e3bl4M9EkbI/s1600/DSC00877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxV1gFGYojI/AAAAAAAABEQ/e3bl4M9EkbI/s320/DSC00877.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fondu...yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxV2A1ZatfI/AAAAAAAABEY/yWWaMWvXuJw/s1600/DSC00902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxV2A1ZatfI/AAAAAAAABEY/yWWaMWvXuJw/s320/DSC00902.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can't go to Denver without going to the zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxV2Ho3camI/AAAAAAAABEg/lX38fKmdvDw/s1600/DSC00903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxV2Ho3camI/AAAAAAAABEg/lX38fKmdvDw/s320/DSC00903.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxV2TICAFCI/AAAAAAAABEo/GEEcWfVUhhQ/s1600/DSC00913+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxV2TICAFCI/AAAAAAAABEo/GEEcWfVUhhQ/s320/DSC00913+(2).JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-8655075127523545057?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8655075127523545057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=8655075127523545057' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8655075127523545057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8655075127523545057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/12/thankmas-09.html' title='Thankmas 09'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SxVYEh7qPII/AAAAAAAABDQ/uTN9jvBXt1w/s72-c/DSC00752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-6107784556946810683</id><published>2009-11-19T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:06:30.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I was going through stuff to get ready for a yard sale we're having this weekend. I found a couple of old digital cameras to sell and was making sure there were no pictures on them. Well on one of them, I found pics of the day Bella was born. I vaguely remember forgetting my camera at home and being totally bummed out. But then &amp;nbsp;Kyle remembered he had&amp;nbsp;one in his truck that he used for work. Apparently, I came home and was too busy to download them onto the computer. So almost three years later.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SwYEL_ZKRrI/AAAAAAAABCw/ByhWL3RRHac/s1600/Bella+born+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SwYEL_ZKRrI/AAAAAAAABCw/ByhWL3RRHac/s320/Bella+born+003.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;K- so don't mind how AWFUL I look (why can't I be one of those girls&amp;nbsp;that looks totally adorable prego? cough cough, Wendy Wheeler!) Anyways, this is my AMAZING doctor. Dr. Ofori. This man totally makes me want to have ten more kids! If he's your dr. then you know what I'm talking about. He's so awesome. Everytime you go for a visit, he's totally got his music up full blast in his office. One day I went and it was Michael Jackson. The next time I went, it was Country music. You never knew what it was gonna be. &lt;br /&gt;He's always so happy, and smiling and way kick back. I actually missed him after I had Bella. Ok if I'm rattling on like I have a secret crush on my OB, I don't! Although I do have to say that my friend Dianna and I saw him and his wife at the movies one night and acted like two giddy school girls. We were telling his wife how much we loved him and what a great husband she has. Afterwards, Dianna looked at me and asked what that was all about? We made fools of ourselves. I do have to wonder if our free&amp;nbsp;dessert at Catherines was spiked with something! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SwYEOv-zKoI/AAAAAAAABC4/PUDiMkVLq1w/s1600/Bella+born+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SwYEOv-zKoI/AAAAAAAABC4/PUDiMkVLq1w/s320/Bella+born+009.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you can tell, his camera doesn't take the best of pictures. That's why I'm selling it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SwYERFIqgBI/AAAAAAAABDA/uVsLo-3PGrw/s1600/Bella+born+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SwYERFIqgBI/AAAAAAAABDA/uVsLo-3PGrw/s320/Bella+born+016.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I didn't get any good pictures of Bella in the hospital. Just a bunch of naked ones right after she was born that were way too gross to put on here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-6107784556946810683?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6107784556946810683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=6107784556946810683' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/6107784556946810683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/6107784556946810683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-i-was-going-through-stuff-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SwYEL_ZKRrI/AAAAAAAABCw/ByhWL3RRHac/s72-c/Bella+born+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-1847827187247112263</id><published>2009-11-10T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:14:01.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Now The Proud New Owners Of A.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SvoRxu_a5KI/AAAAAAAABCQ/fgHmsmkTXwo/s1600-h/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SvoRxu_a5KI/AAAAAAAABCQ/fgHmsmkTXwo/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Morkie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know my family is all getting a good laugh at this because I cannot stand dogs! I'm super allergic to them. So allergic that I couldn't even go to friends houses when I was younger&amp;nbsp;if they had a dog without coming home with an asthma attack. So, here's the deal.... The kids have been been bugging us for a dog for a while now.&amp;nbsp; So finally Kyle told Hailee that as soon as she got a 36 all around score in a gymnastics meet, he'd buy them a dog. The boys have never cheered her on so much! &amp;nbsp;Before every meet they'd beg Hailee to do well.&amp;nbsp; This past weekend she had a meet in St. George and did it!! She got a 36.75. Crap!!!&amp;nbsp;All the parents of the girls on the team knew the deal and had been&amp;nbsp;cheering her on at every meet&amp;nbsp;also. After we realized her score, they all started barking at me!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I took her out of school early yesterday, met Kyle halfway and he took her to Vegas to find one. This is what they came home with. Kyle did a lot of research beforehand and found that these were the best dogs for people with allergies. They don't shed, and don't get very big. Perfect. It's a boy and we can't agree on a name. So if you have a suggestion, let us know!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SvoR3nw_rjI/AAAAAAAABCY/pMBjXPGY8Hs/s1600-h/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SvoR3nw_rjI/AAAAAAAABCY/pMBjXPGY8Hs/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you gonna bribe her with next, Kyle? A pony?&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/9010942479877305023-1847827187247112263?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1847827187247112263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=1847827187247112263' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1847827187247112263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1847827187247112263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-are-now-proud-new-owners-of.html' title='We Are Now The Proud New Owners Of A.......'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SvoRxu_a5KI/AAAAAAAABCQ/fgHmsmkTXwo/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-6327759332601857945</id><published>2009-11-05T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:24:57.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Funny 911 Call</title><content type='html'>Let me just start off by saying I love my dear, sweet, wonderful child. But a couple of months ago, I could have killed her!!!!&amp;nbsp; Here's what happened....It was the end of summer and we were all getting on each others nerves just a little, to say the least. Definitely time for school to start! So one morning Hailee&amp;nbsp;comes to me and our conversation went a little something like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hailee- Mom, can I go to Bailey's house?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me- Is your room clean?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hailee- Well, no but.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me- No but's. If your room isn't clean, the answer is no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really clear on exactly what happened next. All I know is that some evil being came and took over Hailee's body. It started screaming and yelling absurd things at me, most of which I couldn't understand. All I got from this rampage was that this was abuse and that she was calling 911 on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me- go ahead and call 911 on me and by the way, what have you done with my daughter? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked away from the situation. A few minutes go by and I'm thinking Hailee came to her senses and was cleaning her room. No, not the case. The phone rings. I look at caller ID. It says 911 Dispatcher. &lt;em&gt;Oh my gosh, she is dead meat!!! &lt;/em&gt;I take a deep breathe and answer the phone. This is how that conversation went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me-Hello&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;911- Hello, this is the emergency dispatcher, we received a call from your house. Is everything ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me- Everythings fine. My little girl must have been playing with the phone and accidentally called you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( no everything is not fine, you better send someone out here to save my sweet little girl because she's in huge trouble!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;911- How old is your daughter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me- Almost 3 (Well, I do have an almost 3 year old. They didn't specify which daughter!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then proceeded to take my name and address. Great! Now I'm on their list all because I was trying to raise a responsible kid by making her clean her room!&lt;br /&gt;It was not a pretty sight at my house once I hung up with them. Hailee was in tears crying because I told her I was going to jail now (a little scare never hurt a kid, right?) She claimed that she&amp;nbsp;thought if she called 911 and hung up, they wouldn't know it was her. So what, it just made her feel better to call and hang up? Like, I showed you mom! I'm gonna call and hang up on 911 and that'll teach you never to tell me to clean my room again?! Hmmm...the thought process of a 9 year old girl!&amp;nbsp;Go figure. I wonder how often this evil being is going to come to my house for a visit and take over&amp;nbsp;Hailee's body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SvN7l2c1RuI/AAAAAAAABCA/9F6dr9LRD_E/s1600-h/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SvN7l2c1RuI/AAAAAAAABCA/9F6dr9LRD_E/s320/15.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Our sweet daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SvN8UbwnrTI/AAAAAAAABCI/zqZZtvi5Ab8/s1600-h/780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SvN8UbwnrTI/AAAAAAAABCI/zqZZtvi5Ab8/s320/780.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;Who are you and what have you done with my daughter?&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/9010942479877305023-6327759332601857945?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6327759332601857945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=6327759332601857945' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/6327759332601857945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/6327759332601857945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-so-funny-911-call.html' title='Not So Funny 911 Call'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SvN7l2c1RuI/AAAAAAAABCA/9F6dr9LRD_E/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-4034826885659215279</id><published>2009-11-01T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:18:25.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>The kids had a fun Halloween this year. Bella especially had a good time trick or treating. Hailee was a Go Go dancer, Carson was an Army guy, Austin was a Ninja, and Bella was Minnie Mouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Su4jDVj7hKI/AAAAAAAABB4/YvwFvZ_qFzU/s1600-h/816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Su4jDVj7hKI/AAAAAAAABB4/YvwFvZ_qFzU/s640/816.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Su4hlQJMv9I/AAAAAAAABBI/7AVc4VpE6ww/s1600-h/791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Su4hlQJMv9I/AAAAAAAABBI/7AVc4VpE6ww/s320/791.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Su4ilIeRNOI/AAAAAAAABBo/zTbxhtULOMc/s1600-h/810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Su4ilIeRNOI/AAAAAAAABBo/zTbxhtULOMc/s400/810.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Su4i20FxKqI/AAAAAAAABBw/1bGQjOL3qwU/s1600-h/812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Su4i20FxKqI/AAAAAAAABBw/1bGQjOL3qwU/s400/812.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Su4iHI8f9MI/AAAAAAAABBY/12FzYvAca2I/s1600-h/807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Su4iHI8f9MI/AAAAAAAABBY/12FzYvAca2I/s400/807.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Su4iUt-ZFOI/AAAAAAAABBg/aQteiVv8KcI/s1600-h/814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Su4iUt-ZFOI/AAAAAAAABBg/aQteiVv8KcI/s400/814.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-4034826885659215279?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/4034826885659215279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=4034826885659215279' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/4034826885659215279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/4034826885659215279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Su4jDVj7hKI/AAAAAAAABB4/YvwFvZ_qFzU/s72-c/816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-8287869273725298008</id><published>2009-10-23T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:19:32.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Town Livin'</title><content type='html'>So as I've said before, it took Kyle at least a year to talk me into moving to Logandale. I wasn't sure how I felt about living in such a small town, but&amp;nbsp;finally, I was on board and we moved. Although not having any conveniences is a pain in the butt sometimes (ok all the time),&amp;nbsp;there are so many things about this place that I love. One of our favorite things about&amp;nbsp;Logandale &amp;nbsp;is being "Pirates." That's the highschool mascott and let me tell you, the whole town revolves around the Pirates. Every Friday &amp;nbsp;is blue and gold day (the pirate colors) at the elementary school,and you'll see practically the whole town at the football games. The kids love to go to the games and&amp;nbsp; play with all their friends on the grass, and cheer the Pirates on. The funniest thing to me is that during the State football game that's held in Las Vegas, Logandale is a complete ghost town because everyones at the game. then after the Pirates win state, they parade into town late at night with everyone honking and going crazy. Then everyone congregates up at the highschool to ring the victory bell. There's definitely something to be said about small town livin'!&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of us in our Pirate gear getting ready to go to a football game. The boys had already left for the game, so it's just the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SuHXCOhMP7I/AAAAAAAABA4/2fzCG2Kgwcg/s1600-h/756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SuHXCOhMP7I/AAAAAAAABA4/2fzCG2Kgwcg/s320/756.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SuHXXMEnZ_I/AAAAAAAABBA/8YCIgl20AEc/s1600-h/760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SuHXXMEnZ_I/AAAAAAAABBA/8YCIgl20AEc/s320/760.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-8287869273725298008?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8287869273725298008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=8287869273725298008' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8287869273725298008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8287869273725298008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/10/small-town-livin.html' title='Small Town Livin&apos;'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SuHXCOhMP7I/AAAAAAAABA4/2fzCG2Kgwcg/s72-c/756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-5451761525918480318</id><published>2009-10-02T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:19:06.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>We did it! We finally sucked it up and took family pictures. It took all day for Kyle to get mentally prepared for this moment. He was less than thrilled about doing it. But I have to say, he was a trooper and I was proud of him. So here are some of my favorites....Sorry for the picture overload&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Ssad1afCOSI/AAAAAAAABAo/PDL_VkpwODE/s1600-h/03-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Ssad1afCOSI/AAAAAAAABAo/PDL_VkpwODE/s320/03-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SsamOMTr0FI/AAAAAAAABAw/PM1VQpR_Gik/s1600-h/34-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SsamOMTr0FI/AAAAAAAABAw/PM1VQpR_Gik/s320/34-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Ssab3DKdIdI/AAAAAAAABAg/dY3SmghCxk0/s1600-h/18-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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What do you think? I think it's a great colorful sort of turban like look! I think she managed to put on every headband Hailee has. The kids, their friends and I were laughing so hard. I think she may have started a new trend! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383790463763133122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SrcQ5vm8ssI/AAAAAAAAA-U/xuE7Uq8u0YY/s400/702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383790448388027042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SrcQ42VPMqI/AAAAAAAAA-M/xuOgDFNEF_Y/s400/701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-7481820048685815376?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/7481820048685815376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=7481820048685815376' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/7481820048685815376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/7481820048685815376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-year-old-trend-setter.html' title='2 year old trend setter'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SrcQ5vm8ssI/AAAAAAAAA-U/xuE7Uq8u0YY/s72-c/702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-2234101171925082387</id><published>2009-09-15T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:48:20.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carson's Twin?</title><content type='html'>A while ago, Kyle's mom told us about this missionary that was serving in Panaca. She said that the first time she met him she didn't know what it was about him, but she just really liked him. He reminded her of someone. Then it hit her. He was an older version of Carson! She showed him Carson's picture, and he said it was like seeing a picture of him when he was a kid! So funny! So when we went up there for the 24th of July, we got to meet him. He totally looks like Carson! It's like we were looking at Carson 12 years from now! We had to get pictures of the two of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381782011488288738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sq_uOb1Yv-I/AAAAAAAAA98/ApyscZm7cro/s400/588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381782021750023522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sq_uPCD-ZWI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ismcdRlrnTo/s400/591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-2234101171925082387?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/2234101171925082387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=2234101171925082387' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/2234101171925082387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/2234101171925082387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/09/carsons-twin.html' title='Carson&apos;s Twin?'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sq_uOb1Yv-I/AAAAAAAAA98/ApyscZm7cro/s72-c/588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-4057207950676466702</id><published>2009-09-12T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:37:22.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole Lotta Stuff!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since my computer has been on the fritz, I have some catching up to do. So, here goes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380698087182661634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SqwUZvIleAI/AAAAAAAAA78/hhO-y6WWmRs/s400/612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;For the 24th of July, we went to Panaca. They have a big celebration there with all kinds of fun things for the kids. Kyle and Hailee in the wheelbarrow race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380843500587733010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SqyYp6SAUBI/AAAAAAAAA9s/HZca8GKMs3o/s400/610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                   Austin and Mason celebrating their wins. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                     &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380698099784969906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SqwUaeFNbrI/AAAAAAAAA8E/6vc-Z2KVExA/s400/619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bella with her cousins. These three are all strong willed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380698076664764546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SqwUZH87GII/AAAAAAAAA70/FlEmWF57i9o/s400/585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                             My boys have so much fun with their cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380700279237316466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SqwWZVLJD3I/AAAAAAAAA8M/w4oZhZo4P3c/s400/678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Carson wanted to go to Az. for his birthday. We weren't able to go on his actual b-day, but we made a trip out there a week later. He has two cousins, Chandler and Jessica, who have birthdays close to his. My mom and dad were watching Chandler and her brother Chase for the weekend, so the three of them celebrated together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380698067613739586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SqwUYmO_akI/AAAAAAAAA7s/NerekMoFUiI/s400/660.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We went camping up on Cedar Mt. with our good friends. This is Bella's boyfriend Tahj. He's even cuter with his helmet off!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380698058634654066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SqwUYEyNcXI/AAAAAAAAA7k/rpRO8ICoi0g/s400/652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Austin climbed up on the trailer and was shooting marshmallows at everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380835561152481234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SqyRbxlIh9I/AAAAAAAAA9U/8Ht7-vuuTb8/s400/744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ready for a Rhino ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380700300430855874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SqwWakIEzsI/AAAAAAAAA8c/_nXK7YHeHJs/s400/689.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We took the kids bowling and had a great time! I swear it was the longest game of bowling ever!! Bella insisted on playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380700317408994594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SqwWbjX-pSI/AAAAAAAAA8s/5y8EQYniZrk/s400/694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I kicked everyone's butts! Ok, so the bumpers were up, but so what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380700310001265330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SqwWbHx1qrI/AAAAAAAAA8k/XmcI280J5YE/s400/692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380835540531933746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SqyRakwz8jI/AAAAAAAAA9E/NZGdRKOBqXQ/s400/706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Ahh, the first day of school! Hailee posing for the annual first day of school stairs picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's loving 4th grade and has an awesome teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380835533966542674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SqyRaMTgB1I/AAAAAAAAA88/_Cft5ZZcY7c/s400/714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like the paparazzi and followed the kids to school so I could get a picture of them coming off the bus. I'm so pathetic! Carson also has an awesome teacher and is getting used to being in school all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380835524921057554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SqyRZqm44RI/AAAAAAAAA80/7_brrvklUao/s400/704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Typical Austin! He's such a cool Kindergartner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380837400443741874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SqyTG1eV5rI/AAAAAAAAA9c/PPPNpoYov9Y/s400/746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over Labor Day we went camping with some friends and Bella found a new boyfriend! Shh..Don't tell Tahj! This cute little guy swept her off her feet in the pink Barbie jeep. It must be true....girls like guys with cool cars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380837406797952450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SqyTHNJTdcI/AAAAAAAAA9k/7WElq_itxno/s400/734.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We got Kyle to take off his Dodger hat long enough to pose for this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380835549353363522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SqyRbFoASEI/AAAAAAAAA9M/Zlyz5jV-hpg/s400/739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The kids were acting up so we threw them in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great summer, but it's nice to get back into a schedule and have the kids in school. I'm not gonna wait this long to post again because it's a huge pain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-4057207950676466702?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/4057207950676466702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=4057207950676466702' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/4057207950676466702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/4057207950676466702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/09/whole-lotta-stuff.html' title='A Whole Lotta Stuff!!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SqwUZvIleAI/AAAAAAAAA78/hhO-y6WWmRs/s72-c/612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-8760727875812577221</id><published>2009-07-27T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:58:25.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to our little man!</title><content type='html'>Happy 7th birthday Carson! Here are 7 reasons we love you buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. You are the sweetest and kindest kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. You are sensitive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. You're so hilarious! You say the funniest things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. We love taking you to the movies so we can watch you laugh your head off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. You have a great personality and have lot's of friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. You always do what we ask of you without complaining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. You want so badly to choose the right and be a good example to others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363194819485543650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sm3lRdymrOI/AAAAAAAAA6k/zvc4LLzTGX4/s400/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363198587081811314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sm3osxLjZXI/AAAAAAAAA6s/BzoatKgU7Vs/s400/car+baseball.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363198602691238706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sm3otrVIWzI/AAAAAAAAA7E/-l7JlaSO8U0/s400/disneyland+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363198610634288162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sm3ouI65rCI/AAAAAAAAA7M/b7JmQFLVy4U/s400/100_0348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363370503631431442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sm6FDoPCZxI/AAAAAAAAA7U/ob2tZfZ_y-A/s400/IMG_1543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-8760727875812577221?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8760727875812577221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=8760727875812577221' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8760727875812577221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8760727875812577221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-to-our-little-man.html' title='Happy birthday to our little man!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sm3lRdymrOI/AAAAAAAAA6k/zvc4LLzTGX4/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-1609881479301626883</id><published>2009-07-18T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:49:18.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh what do you do in the summertime......when it's 150 degrees?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Do you swim in a pool to keep yourself cool.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361911633850166066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SmlWOOysazI/AAAAAAAAA50/bKvDxBuwpGQ/s400/IMG_1892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;or go to camp at SUU.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361911636670095890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SmlWOZTBIhI/AAAAAAAAA58/anwa0OVzBIc/s400/SUU+CAMP+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have cousin sleepovers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361913221305768434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SmlXqohmmfI/AAAAAAAAA6E/ot2dOsESbws/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt; and play on the slide.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361913232402250674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SmlXrR3Ne7I/AAAAAAAAA6M/JfGQUqw_Ifo/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361913237213696978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SmlXrjyWU9I/AAAAAAAAA6U/AwrlxaMIUak/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or go to a play and see High School Musical 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361914062921073330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SmlYbnyVArI/AAAAAAAAA6c/t25Djvo55_0/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that what you do......?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So do we......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-1609881479301626883?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1609881479301626883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=1609881479301626883' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1609881479301626883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1609881479301626883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-what-do-you-do-in-summertimewhen-its.html' title='&quot;Oh what do you do in the summertime......when it&apos;s 150 degrees?&quot;'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SmlWOOysazI/AAAAAAAAA50/bKvDxBuwpGQ/s72-c/IMG_1892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-2642001012238424215</id><published>2009-07-06T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:41:02.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth!</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone had a good Fourth of July! I know we did. We had a bbq, went to a bbq, and relaxed at home! Doesn't get better than that!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355356925803451906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SlIMwAfxVgI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Fv7h3PzI0xM/s400/fourth+of+july+09+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355356936852161970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SlIMwpp_RbI/AAAAAAAAA5k/U0LghEfyWi4/s400/fourth+of+july+09+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355356940536615090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SlIMw3YbkLI/AAAAAAAAA5s/_Fh7hTl1zjc/s400/fourth+of+july+09+016.JPG" border="0" /&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/9010942479877305023-2642001012238424215?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/2642001012238424215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=2642001012238424215' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/2642001012238424215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/2642001012238424215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-fourth.html' title='Happy Fourth!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SlIMwAfxVgI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Fv7h3PzI0xM/s72-c/fourth+of+july+09+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-1431582874739304557</id><published>2009-06-29T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:24:28.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how we roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past weekend was our 11th anniversary so we decided to take a little trip to Ca. to hit a couple of Dodger games. The first night we had a great time. Kyle was like a little kid in a candy store. He was so excited to be there. We met my brother Jeff and his wife Kristie and my brother Adam there at the game. The game was great, and there was an awesome firework show/tribute to Michael Jackson afterwards. It was so much fun....until we went to our hotel. We were staying at a Marriot in Torrence. When we showed up, we saw a huge biker gang there. Ok, no big deal. They'll be fine, right? Wrong!! At about 1 in the morning, they started partying right outside our window. Bumpin their rap music, drinking, burning rubber in the parking lot with their Harley's, and being so obnoxious. After calling the front desk twice, and nothing changing, we packed up our stuff and checked out. We were so irritated! It was about 2 in the morning when we found ourselves driving down the PCH trying to find a place to stay. I think I laughed the whole way. We ended up all the way by Huntington Beach in front of a Hyatt. Kyle called them to see if they had any rooms available, and they said they only had one room left, and it was the Presidential Suite. Hmmm....how much is that gonna set us back? The guy gave it to us for less than $200. Normally it goes for $5,000! Can we say sweet deal? We checked in, and I'm not kidding, the place was like 3,000 sf. and so nice! We were in heaven! We finally got to sleep at about 3 in the morning, and had to check out by noon the next day. Bummer. But it was fun while it lasted!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352912528103181010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SkldlVdUCtI/AAAAAAAAA4k/rLJbFY5j7ds/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Go Dodgers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352912539416450530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Skldl_mm1eI/AAAAAAAAA40/gut0Ith3lh4/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me and my awesome sis-in-law Kristie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352912531169316770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Skldlg4Vj6I/AAAAAAAAA4s/7LpeCjwd_ZI/s400/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The patio off our room. This is how Kyle rolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352914073486949074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Skle_Sdg-tI/AAAAAAAAA48/LY_KLyTw3aE/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our sweet pad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle has never been to Venice Beach, and I knew he would definitely appreciate the experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we met up with my bro Adam to kill some time before the game. Let me just say that if you think you have a dysfunctional life, go to Venice Beach! You will feel so much better about yourself! It's a freak show! We had a good time laughing and in awe of how people live! Anything goes there! But after a while, I was done! I had a headache from all the incense and who knows what else! So off to the game we went. We had a fun weekend. Thank you Jessica and Wade for watching the kiddos for us! We really appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352914084355769586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Skle_682BPI/AAAAAAAAA5E/rv0U3c19Ry8/s400/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One of the "performers" at the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352951713126241794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SkmBONC1VgI/AAAAAAAAA5U/ODgAmmNrn9A/s400/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This band was crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-1431582874739304557?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1431582874739304557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=1431582874739304557' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1431582874739304557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1431582874739304557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-how-we-roll.html' title='This is how we roll'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SkldlVdUCtI/AAAAAAAAA4k/rLJbFY5j7ds/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-2537457321296169516</id><published>2009-06-09T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:51:37.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go For The Gold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; This past weekend we went up to Cedar City for the Utah Summer Games for Hailee to compete in. She did so awesome!!! She won the gold medal on bars with a 9.2 and gold medal on vault with a 9.3. Her bar routine was gorgeous! I was so proud of her! Unfortunately, she fell off the beam which cost her a whole point. The beam is such a mental event. If one girl on the team falls off, it seems like the rest of the girls after that all fall too, which is exactly what happened. Stinkin beam! Her floor routine was also very pretty, but unfortunately there were a few mistakes. Next time, Hailee! The best part about it was that she had both Grandma and Grandpa Eynon and Grandma and Grandpa Heiselbetz there to watch her. That made it extra special. Aunt Konni was also there to support her! We are so proud of all your hard work and dedication Hailee! It has paid off. We are also so proud of the whole team. They came in 2nd place out of 8 teams. Now, back to the gym to train for next season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345927908320605106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SjCNG9JL87I/AAAAAAAAA3k/jlGJDtjLbUk/s400/IMG_1686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345390492712975474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Si6kVP_oPHI/AAAAAAAAA20/uSlKh-aMwbM/s400/IMG_1764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                     I love the determination on her face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345390493625327202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Si6kVTZJnmI/AAAAAAAAA28/ipMz5uHiYdE/s400/IMG_1708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345394234471734370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Si6nvDIb3GI/AAAAAAAAA3U/lC-yNaVqvHg/s400/IMG_1802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-2537457321296169516?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/2537457321296169516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=2537457321296169516' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/2537457321296169516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/2537457321296169516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-for-gold.html' title='Go For The Gold!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SjCNG9JL87I/AAAAAAAAA3k/jlGJDtjLbUk/s72-c/IMG_1686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-4892109948885778326</id><published>2009-06-04T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:51:51.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out! Bring it on!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well, it's official! Carson survived his first year of school! He is now a big, bad first grader! He was so excited this morning when he woke up. He wasn't excited however, to go to his K-garten program. He said that the songs were dorky! But it was very cute, and he sang his little heart out. I missed half of the program though, because I accidentally popped Bella's wrist out of the socket during the performance. She was trying to run away from me, so I pulled her back to me by her hand, and her arm went limp and she started freaking out! I swear I didn't like yank on her arm hard! This isn't the first time this has happened with her, so I knew right away what was wrong. She's got weird joints, or something, I don't know. It's crazy. So we were outside trying to push it back into the socket the rest of the time. Once I finally got it back into place, the program was over. Bummer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343633027241762818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sihl7S7KYAI/AAAAAAAAA10/6Kyuj193y9w/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Excited for the last day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343633022807986498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sihl7CaEUUI/AAAAAAAAA1s/qEYX4bhAb-g/s320/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Carson and his buddies Lucas and Jace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343633020225855794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sihl64ycITI/AAAAAAAAA1k/r2rKcyVcqX0/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So excited to get his report card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343633014596471970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sihl6j0SjKI/AAAAAAAAA1c/lVV9u4pPb5E/s320/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;With his teacher Mrs. Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last night Hailee had a gymnastics banquet. It was so much fun to see all the girls dressed up fancy and out of their leotards! Hailee received some nice awards and gifts, including the "hardest worker" award which the team voted on. She had a fun year and it was a great learning experience. We're excited for another year!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343635160038233794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sihn3cNd1sI/AAAAAAAAA2E/76H6DO33yrI/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343635165318008898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sihn3v4Q0EI/AAAAAAAAA2M/wwLDHNOTeGU/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Austin and Bella couldn't stand to be left out this morning with all the last day of school picture taking. So here they are. I think Austin was more excited than anyone for it to be the last day. I'm not sure if it's because he is now a Kindergartner, or just the fact that Carson will be home to torture all day long. Hmmm....probably the latter one. Poor Carson. It may be a long summer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343637796279875554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SihqQ4-c9-I/AAAAAAAAA2k/hJPHH-nLeIo/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cool guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343637800539624162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SihqRI2DkuI/AAAAAAAAA2s/gx5Fi3B88nA/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She insisted on wearing sunglasses and bringing two of Hailee's purses up to the school with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-4892109948885778326?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/4892109948885778326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=4892109948885778326' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/4892109948885778326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/4892109948885778326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/06/schools-out-bring-it-on.html' title='School&apos;s Out! Bring it on!!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sihl7S7KYAI/AAAAAAAAA10/6Kyuj193y9w/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-1706301191750077421</id><published>2009-06-03T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:26:40.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happens when mom is in the shower longer than 5 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle is always baffled by how quickly I can shower. Seriously, he takes FOREVER in the shower. Not me. I can get everything done in 3 minutes or so, if that. I think it has something to do with being a mom and always having someone crying, or needing you, so we have no choice but to take quick showers. I explain to Kyle that this is why my showers are so short. But I still don't think he get's it. Well Kyle, here is proof of why I have to shower in less than 5 min.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343181862056608050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SibLmBoxwTI/AAAAAAAAA1E/9XZRiCs4KS4/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Your daughter will get into my mascara and create a lovely unibrow for herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343182582799292754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SibMP-nOWVI/AAAAAAAAA1M/nldCT3r3Uvw/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Very attractive!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Or I could find this..............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343183812280775234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SibNXiyc8kI/AAAAAAAAA1U/K6P7wSauDKs/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;In her bathing suit with your nose hair clippers, giving herself a haircut&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also found a poopy diaper on the floor, and no Bella in sight. I didn't take a picture of that for obvious reasons! What a mess!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So there you have it Kyle. That is why I take showers in 5 min. or less!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-1706301191750077421?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1706301191750077421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=1706301191750077421' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1706301191750077421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1706301191750077421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-what-happens-when-mom-is-in.html' title='This is what happens when mom is in the shower longer than 5 minutes'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SibLmBoxwTI/AAAAAAAAA1E/9XZRiCs4KS4/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-5541764267926489134</id><published>2009-05-31T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:37:43.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend we went up to Lindon Utah for a gymnastics meet. We stayed with Kyle's sister Monica and her family and had a great time. When we got there on Friday night, we went to Boondocks (a family fun center) and rode go carts, bumper boats, and played in the arcade. The kids had so much fun, except for Bella who cried every time we told her she wasn't big enough to go on the go carts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now for the exciting part....Hailee's meet.....ALL AROUND FIRST PLACE!!!! She's been working so hard in the gym to clean up her routines and it payed off! She had her best meet ever. We were so excited for her, and she was pretty pumped herself. Her team also came in 2nd place and got a nice trophy. Go Flex It Girlz! I think she was a little nervous because she had a lot of family come to watch her. Grandma and Grandpa Heiselbetz were there, Aunt Lindsay and Uncle Jovi, and Monica and Geoff and their kids came. Thanks for coming and supporting her! Her next meet is the Summer Games in Cedar City, and she is going to try to get even better scores there. Congratulations Hailee! We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342147603013261970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SiMe8OdPWpI/AAAAAAAAA0E/yv8KeDi-_kM/s320/arete+meet+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We stopped at the Cheese Factory in Beaver for some ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342147605145195762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SiMe8WZiFPI/AAAAAAAAA0M/rZY0kBIJ1kk/s320/arete+meet+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kyle and Bella trying to stay dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342147609590841058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SiMe8m9dPuI/AAAAAAAAA0U/vDcMds4Tp9o/s320/arete+meet+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hailee posing with the team trophy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342147613446913218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SiMe81U0PMI/AAAAAAAAA0c/JqjFs7gRcrw/s320/arete+meet+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342151532772444130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SiMig981x-I/AAAAAAAAA0k/b8vaK5CXpcE/s320/arete+meet+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;With Grandma and Grandpa after the meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342151538088055698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SiMihRwLk5I/AAAAAAAAA0s/obowQWMrWr0/s320/arete+meet+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Grandma bought a cake for Hailee to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-5541764267926489134?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/5541764267926489134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=5541764267926489134' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/5541764267926489134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/5541764267926489134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-weekend-we-went-up-to-lindon-utah.html' title=''/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SiMe8OdPWpI/AAAAAAAAA0E/yv8KeDi-_kM/s72-c/arete+meet+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-780037195350832683</id><published>2009-05-24T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:11:15.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chatauqua...and some other fun stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is a Chatauqua, you ask? Well, it's where all the third graders in the school choose a significant person in history who is no longer alive, and write a report on that person. Oh, but that's not all they have to do. They have to prepare a speech as if they were that person, memorize it, dress up, and present it to the class and parents. I guess it's a pretty big deal and it goes toward a lot of their grade. They spend a couple of months doing research and reading books about their person. Hailee chose to be Princess Diana. A good friend of mine suggested it because her daughter did it. After they present their speech, their class votes on two people to do it again the next day in an assembly for all the 3rd and 4th graders. Hailee and her best friend Bailey were both chosen by their class to do it. They were both less than thrilled about that! Hailee mysteriously woke up with a stomach ache that morning and claimed she couldn't go to school. But after I showed no sympathy, she gave up and went. She did such a good job. Public speaking isn't an easy thing to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339926954934550914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Shs7RftoQYI/AAAAAAAAAzU/sicBvQvc_iw/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over a year ago, we had a stray cat that we started feeding. If any of you know me well, you know that I can't stand cats. I'm super allergic to them. But Kyle and the kids talked me into keeping it as an outdoor cat. I agreed because we live near a field and get mice. Anyways, the cat became pregnant and had 4 babies. We gave two of them away, and kept the other two. The mama cat dissappeared after a while and never came back. So we were stuck raising two cats. Well, one of them just recently had babies herself. She had three of them. They are cute and little now, but just like kids, they grow up! I do not want all these cats! But Bella sure is enjoying them. We brought one in the house for a few minutes the other day for her to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339928847370654562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Shs8_pljk2I/AAAAAAAAAzc/4kNjamhh5cY/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For Memorial Day weekend, we took a trip to Grandma and Grandpa Eynon's house in Arizona. The kids had a great time, and Kyle was able to relax and wind down a little bit from a rough week at work. Everytime we told Bella that we were going home, she'd say "No, I stay at Grandma's house!" We always have a good time when we go there, and are never ready to come home! But don't you worry Grandma and Grandpa! We'll be back to invade you again in July. Carson insists on having his birthday there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339930733951473202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Shs-tdpeVjI/AAAAAAAAAzk/6gs5NOEANvs/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339930735374148738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Shs-ti8qpII/AAAAAAAAAzs/Dgj3umrOTFs/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                 In this picture Bella's saying "rock on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339933570770101666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/ShtBSlnvZaI/AAAAAAAAAz8/FmOgx8I9XLU/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                     Bella and Papa having a serious talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-780037195350832683?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/780037195350832683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=780037195350832683' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/780037195350832683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/780037195350832683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/05/chatauquaand-some-other-fun-stuff.html' title='Chatauqua...and some other fun stuff'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/Shs7RftoQYI/AAAAAAAAAzU/sicBvQvc_iw/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-2657753618502924461</id><published>2009-05-18T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:37:39.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 43rd....I mean 34th birthday Kyle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday was Kyle's birthday. I had originally planned on taking him to a nice steak house in Mesquite and a movie on Saturday night. I had a babysitter lined up and had reservations. NO KIDS ALLOWED!!! Then Friday, Kyle called me from work and said that he wanted to go to a campground we always go to near Zion National Park with the whole family. Ok, KIDS ALLOWED! So, I canceled the babysitter and dinner reservations, made new reservations at Zion River Resort, and packed for 6 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The boys had their last T-Ball game Saturday morning, and Hailee had a carwash fundraiser to be at for gymnastics, so we got a later start than we wanted. Since we sold our Travel Trailer, we made reservations to stay in one of the cabins they have there. We had a great time swimming and hanging out, until it was time to go to bed. The kids were all wound up, and had a hard time falling asleep. They finally all crashed, except for Bella. Ahhh sweet little Bella. She cried and cried because she didn't want to go to sleep, and there was nowhere for her to go (the cabin was smaller than our family room.) Kyle was trying to sleep, but was tossing and turning because it was so stinkin hot, and the beds were so uncomfortable. Plus, Bella was keeping him awake. Finally, at 11:00, he said, "let's just pack up and go home!" OK....So that's what we did. we put all the kids in the van and loaded everything up. Bella was asleep in less than 5 minutes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The kids were so confused when they woke up the next day. They were also mad because I told them we were going to church. Man, we should've stuck with dinner and a movie! Good times....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337323357998500050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/ShH7UNTlSNI/AAAAAAAAAyk/8wVNFkJqwms/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hailee and Bella in front of the awesome cabin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337324928242952562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/ShH8vm7CKXI/AAAAAAAAAy0/sQ_uk4p0eDM/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm so sweet now...but wait till later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337324925279644370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/ShH8vb4hqtI/AAAAAAAAAys/GBKzj8WUj4A/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The boys playing at the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337327091200168050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/ShH-tgkOEHI/AAAAAAAAAzM/vnsN458_oNM/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hailee put the candles on this way to see if he'd notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337325606907386674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/ShH9XHJPmzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/YUUpBQiSHS8/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bella helping daddy blow out the candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-2657753618502924461?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/2657753618502924461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=2657753618502924461' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/2657753618502924461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/2657753618502924461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-43rdi-mean-34th-birthday-kyle.html' title='Happy 43rd....I mean 34th birthday Kyle!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/ShH7UNTlSNI/AAAAAAAAAyk/8wVNFkJqwms/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-7813096080196845057</id><published>2009-05-14T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:11:13.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>So I was going through pictures for flashback Friday, and came across this one. It cracks me up! This is my sister Lindsay's school picture one year.  I don't know how old she was here, but I love this picture! The reason I love this picture is because if you notice, she is holding the comb up that they would give us to fix our hair right before the picture was taken. Classic! If you know Lindsay, it's even funnier. I'm pretty sure my mom had her take retakes! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335912558088858194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sgz4M2FuqlI/AAAAAAAAAyc/RV5w_AS8M7w/s320/Lindsay+Eynon+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, what's up with the bangs that go all the way to the back of your head? I had them too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's pretty much a mullet. Thanks, mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-7813096080196845057?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/7813096080196845057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=7813096080196845057' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/7813096080196845057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/7813096080196845057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/05/flashback-friday.html' title='Flashback Friday'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sgz4M2FuqlI/AAAAAAAAAyc/RV5w_AS8M7w/s72-c/Lindsay+Eynon+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-7174996827520901926</id><published>2009-04-10T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:25:01.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break....kids gone wild!</title><content type='html'>Last week was spring break and the weather was awesome. We didn't go anywhere because the Clark County Fair and Rodeo came to town and my kids would be heartbroken if they missed that! I, on the other hand would have been more than happy to skip town during the fair. On Tuesday, my kids invited some friends over to play. They had quite the fun time. All the boys were playing baseball in the backyard and the girls were playing volleyball and doing gymnastics. Hailee and her friends put the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt; machine outside on my bedroom balcony, and had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HSM&lt;/span&gt; 3 soundtrack blaring. It was pretty funny. Then they ended up on my balcony &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;singing &lt;/span&gt;which was quite entertaining. I'm sure our neighbors were wondering what kind of madness was going on at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Heiselbetz&lt;/span&gt; home! It was quite wild!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then Thursday it was time for the fair.....oh the fair.....what can I say? 3 days of taking kids around on rides that show up in the back of a trailer, and then put together (does anyone find that a bit scary?), spending way too much money, dealing with fits....etc, etc. I swear we could go to Disneyland with the money we spend on the fair. But the kids had a good time, and that's all that matters, right? I just keep telling myself we're making memories. (I could make memories somewhere else though too, right?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Easter was a bit overshadowed this year by the fair, so we didn't even get around to coloring eggs. What kind of mom am I anyway? We did however have some cousins go to church with us which was a huge treat for my kids, and afterwards we had an easter egg hunt. My boys absolutely love being with their cousins Mason and Jakob, and Bella loves little Hannah, so they had a good time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325845304201389218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sek0Fi2bJKI/AAAAAAAAAxM/DeanreBQYOg/s320/Fair+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325845301146118018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sek0FXd_Z4I/AAAAAAAAAxE/00JEtsvAHKI/s320/Fair+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325854931451485778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sek817JtnlI/AAAAAAAAAxc/6mvosHkkNjY/s320/Fair+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cousins at the fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325855754892738882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sek9l2taAUI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GW8v8KPYajk/s320/Fair+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Carson riding the mechanical bull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325855747670672786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sek9lbziBZI/AAAAAAAAAxk/i4cR1v8Pe-M/s320/Fair+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Austin riding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325856974731845234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sek-s29tnnI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Xjo-v64PE3Q/s320/Fair+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325865070035130034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SelGEEUa1rI/AAAAAAAAAyU/SnPvGq0J0Is/s320/IMG_1818.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The kids had their faces painted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325856978740897074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sek-tF5i5TI/AAAAAAAAAx8/uf5svwoJJqQ/s320/Fair+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bella and cousin Afton checking out what the Easter Bunny brought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325861082867273954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SelCb-9hkOI/AAAAAAAAAyE/OAVj-MdWd4s/s320/Fair+103.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;getting ready for the Easter egg hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325861588251045506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SelC5ZqZ7oI/AAAAAAAAAyM/OQMWQhzy-ac/s320/Fair+120.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bella crashed on the stairs after all the festivities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-7174996827520901926?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/7174996827520901926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=7174996827520901926' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/7174996827520901926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/7174996827520901926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-breakkids-gone-wild.html' title='Spring Break....kids gone wild!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/Sek0Fi2bJKI/AAAAAAAAAxM/DeanreBQYOg/s72-c/Fair+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-1945218901324056537</id><published>2009-04-02T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:27:16.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; T-ball season has begun! I love watching my boys play. They look so cute in their uniforms, and holding a bat bigger than them! This year, Kyle is coaching and he has had Carson and Austin out in the backyard practicing almost every night. They're actually pretty good! Austin told me he's going to get a homerun every game. I have to admit, besides soccer, it's my favorite sport to watch them play. Here are some pics of last night's game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320099855797555074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SdTKobprj4I/AAAAAAAAAwc/AeKKWeqIm6Q/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320099874958451106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SdTKpjB_oaI/AAAAAAAAAwk/afv8nVV9N_0/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kyle and Austin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320099886973734690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SdTKqPyqTyI/AAAAAAAAAws/vJLONIOhoCo/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Carson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-1945218901324056537?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1945218901324056537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=1945218901324056537' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1945218901324056537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1945218901324056537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-boys.html' title='My Boys'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SdTKobprj4I/AAAAAAAAAwc/AeKKWeqIm6Q/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-2286701476043672729</id><published>2009-03-30T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:49:53.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevada State Meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hailee and I took a trip this past weekend to Reno for her gymnastics state meet. The trip started off a little rocky though. When we got to Reno, we went to pick up our rental car, and what do you know, I couldn't find my drivers license. I knew I had stuck it in my pocket after going through security in Vegas, but could not find it anywhere. I started to panic a bit, because not only would we be stuck without a car, but I wouldn't be able to get back on the plane to go home without it. So Hailee and I went all over the airport trying to find someone who could help us. Finally we were directed to an office where I could talk to somebody. The lady there called up to the gate we were in and asked if the plane had left yet. It hadn't so they went to see if they could find my license and they did! It had fallen out of my pocket on the plane! I am so lucky the plane hadn't left yet! When I told Kyle about it, he asked if I was ok to be with his daughter alone in Reno. It's just par for the course for me to do something stupid like that! I'm always doing dumb things like that. So after reassuring him that Hailee would be alright in my care, we drove to Circus Circus where we were staying. Most of the weekend, we spent our time at the gym watching gymnastics. But we were able to fit in shopping, and of course some playing time at the arcade in the hotel with the rest of the team. The girls all had so much fun together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for the meet itself...well let's just say, it was very competitive and tough! There were teams from all over Nevada who have competed for years, and this is our very first year, so we were pretty much the "underdogs." On alot of the teams, the girls are all homeschooled so that they can be in the gym all day. Our girls went out there and did their very best, and some of them actually placed. Hailee got off to a very rough start on the vault, (I promised her I wouldn't say what happened exactly) but let's just say that I was one very sad mama in the crowd who just wanted to run onto the floor, pick my little girl up, and take her home. It is so hard to see your daughter out there after spending hours and hours in the gym all week doing perfect routines, and then go out there in front of a huge crowd and be humiliated. It broke my heart. I'm not telling this to embarass her, but because I was so proud of her. With the help of her coaches and teammates, she pulled herself together, and although that set the tone for the rest of her meet, she was able to get through the other events. She held her head up high and finished up. I'm so grateful that she has such great friends on the team who support her. Almost all of them are older than her, so they take care of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great trip and it was so fun to be able to spend time alone with Hailee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319407862028129058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SdJVRF-bUyI/AAAAAAAAAwE/HrotDh6kBP8/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Some of the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319407855646225426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SdJVQuM3NBI/AAAAAAAAAv8/fQni6SYo0UY/s320/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319407854279861250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SdJVQpHGJAI/AAAAAAAAAv0/FCWgh_RaamU/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319409379126405586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SdJWpZm16dI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tagBXMgqUiY/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-2286701476043672729?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/2286701476043672729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=2286701476043672729' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/2286701476043672729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/2286701476043672729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/03/nevada-state-meet.html' title='Nevada State Meet'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SdJVRF-bUyI/AAAAAAAAAwE/HrotDh6kBP8/s72-c/066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-3812588452008465734</id><published>2009-03-21T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:04:06.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a "Tween!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SccWXHfY8sI/AAAAAAAAAvs/RpAeR6c28Xo/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316242471537668802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SccWXHfY8sI/AAAAAAAAAvs/RpAeR6c28Xo/s320/scan0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Hailee's 9th birthday. She's growing up! No more Barbies, Polly Pockets, Baby Dolls, etc. It was a sad day for me when she packed up all her Barbies and gave them to Bella. although she does occasionally sneak them out of Bella's room to play with them when friends are here. I guess you could say she's a little "tween!" Who came up with that word anyway? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves Hannah Montana and Taylor Swift, but hasn't jumped on the Jonas Brothers bandwagon. She is still on the gymnastics team, and for her birthday she got a plane ticket to go to the State Meet in Reno next week. She was super excited about that. She had a pretty low key birthday and instead of a cake, she just wanted cupcakes. That was easy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night she was begging me to take her to Wal Mart at midnight to buy Twilight! But that didn't happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hailee is such a fun girl and is always trying to be considerate of other people's feelings. We love our little "tween!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-3812588452008465734?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3812588452008465734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=3812588452008465734' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3812588452008465734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3812588452008465734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-tween.html' title='She&apos;s a &quot;Tween!&quot;'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SccWXHfY8sI/AAAAAAAAAvs/RpAeR6c28Xo/s72-c/scan0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-5675637950702793029</id><published>2009-03-08T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:32:46.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is Baby Bella's birthday, but she isn't exactly a baby anymore. She is a toddler now, with a determined personality and her own strong opinions. It's amazing to me what strong little spirits Heavenly Father sends down to earth. I do have to admit, that coming out of the baby stage in our lives doesn't make me sad. It makes me excited for the next step. I guess I shouldn't speak too soon though, heaven knows we've had unplanned surprises before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We celebrated Bella's birthday on Friday night, since Grandma and Papa Eynon were here visiting us. Everything she got was either Cinderella, or Disney Princess related. She's obsessed with Cinderella or "Ella" as she calls her. She was so much fun to watch opening her presents! We love our little Bella and life would definitely not be the same without her! Happy Birthday Bella!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311053865196437186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SbSnWen_vsI/AAAAAAAAAvE/qcpflVP1P1s/s320/235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Princess on her "throne" waiting to open presents &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311053869087334098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SbSnWtHqHtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/21PEcZ_LJd8/s320/241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After she would open her present, I would tell her to turn it around so I could get a picture of it. She misunderstood me and thought I meant for her to turn around. So after she opened each present, she would get up out of her chair and turn around. I didn't get a picture, but it was so hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311053875258330690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SbSnXEG8DkI/AAAAAAAAAvU/tY1KUSppytY/s320/249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311053883574575010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SbSnXjFr36I/AAAAAAAAAvc/ARLaNTCUOd8/s320/257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Grandma teaching her how to wave like a princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311053894863076834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SbSnYNJEveI/AAAAAAAAAvk/nJCgg076AiU/s320/265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She put all her goods on the couch and then cuddled up to Papa so she could mooch his drink off of him&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/9010942479877305023-5675637950702793029?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/5675637950702793029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=5675637950702793029' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/5675637950702793029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/5675637950702793029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-whos-2.html' title='Look Who&apos;s 2!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SbSnWen_vsI/AAAAAAAAAvE/qcpflVP1P1s/s72-c/235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-1040907308379818035</id><published>2009-02-20T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:34:07.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're Pregnant!" (don't worry-just Flashback Friday)</title><content type='html'>This is kinda a long story, but it is definitely one that I need to record. When I am pregnant, I have gallbladder problems. I am in a lot of pain from 5 months until I have the baby. So, after I had Carson, I was determined to never go through that pain again. I went to a specialist, and he wanted to take my galbladder out. So the day of the surgery, my friend Kim was babysitting Hailee for us. We took Carson with us. Before surgery, they did all the pre op procedures which included a urine sample. So I'm laying on the table ready to be rolled into surgery, and the nurse comes in with a smirk on her face. Kyle had Carson sitting on his lap. The nurse says to us "How old is your baby?" I tell her Carson is 9 months. She says "well, you won't be getting surgery today....you're pregnant!" What the.......Oh my goodness! The look on Kyle's face was priceless. I thought he was going to faint. I couldn't do anything but laugh. The nurses all got a kick out of it and were cracking up. The doctor came in laughing too! He told me he'll see me in about a year! So, I got dressed, and off we went. The worst part about it was that we had payed like $200.00 ahead of time for the procedure, and we didn't get it back! We call it the $200.00 pregnancy test! We went to pick Hailee up and were in complete shock. I remember my friend Kim opening the door, saying "that was fast!" When I told her why, she didn't know what to say to console me. Anyways, Kyle was about to have a nervous breakdown! So he dropped us off at home , went and rented a tent trailer and wanted to get the heck out of dodge. So we went camping at The Zion River Resort, a place we still love to go to today. I remember the whole trip being a complete fog. I just kept wondering how the heck I was going to have 3 kids under the age of 3! Well, we obviously made it through, although I have to admit, the two years after having Austin is a complete fog to me. I hardly remember any of it! Good thing we have cameras! I never did get my gallbladder taken out! Here are some pictures of us camping right after we found out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304932233757386242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SZ7nwoag5gI/AAAAAAAAAus/GCjL4ptL_2c/s320/100_0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Trailer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304932233608659346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SZ7nwn3DgZI/AAAAAAAAAu0/fis5VX9MLlk/s320/100_0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does he look like a daddy in denial?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304933023739574402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SZ7oenU8eII/AAAAAAAAAu8/63sjJsI6RWM/s320/100_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-1040907308379818035?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1040907308379818035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=1040907308379818035' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1040907308379818035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1040907308379818035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-pregnant-dont-worry-just.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re Pregnant!&quot; (don&apos;t worry-just Flashback Friday)'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SZ7nwoag5gI/AAAAAAAAAus/GCjL4ptL_2c/s72-c/100_0176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-8135025383145665835</id><published>2009-02-12T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:55:03.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the!?...Are you serious!???</title><content type='html'>Bella has a problem....she's infatuated with Disney channels Mickey Mouse Clubhouse cartoon. She is addicted. So much that it has interrupted my sleep at night. Here's the thing....she will wake up in the middle of the night, and yell out "Mom" in her very best obnoxious voice until I come into her room. She's wide awake, and says "Mickey house." Which means that she wants to watch it (I have it recorded). She will scream and scream if I tell her no, so I give in or else everyone in the house will wake up. Not only do we have to go downstairs to watch it, but she has to bring all her blankets in her bed, a barbie doll, and anything else she sees along the way. The first time it happened, I thought "ok, she will maybe watch 10 minutes of it and fall asleep." But NOOOO, she not only has to watch it once, but she wants to watch it over and over, usually staying up for about 2 hours. I am not kidding! It's the weirdest thing. It's almost like she dreams about it, and then wakes up and wants to watch it. This has happened a number of times. As a matter of fact, it happened last night! It's almost becoming comical, but I am so tired the next day! Last night, or should I say this morning, she woke up at 3:00 and didn't fall asleep until 5:00! Ya, that's all fine and dandy for her, because she not only get's one on one time with mommy, but she can sleep whenever she wants the next day! But what about poor mom!? I think it's a conspiracy she has against me. She's punishing me for something! As if waking up with her to watch this silly show doesn't cause me enough pain, the next couple of hours that I am able to go back to sleep is usually a very restless sleep because I have the dumb song in my head!! What am I going to do with her? It's a good thing she's so dang cute. Look, I even took pictures of her at 3 in the morning. By the way, if you get a comment on your blog from me and the time says like 2 A.M. just know I was up watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse with Bella! Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302062555798827202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SZS1zY9J8MI/AAAAAAAAAuc/GeVuA9DcDk0/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It's the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse"...la la la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302062811238834770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SZS2CQizIlI/AAAAAAAAAuk/R9Cq4DpGYjY/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302062232896379890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SZS1gmDNm_I/AAAAAAAAAuU/atuKZVGvx8M/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's so chipper the next day! Oh wait, she got to sleep in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I stay mad at that sweet face!&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/9010942479877305023-8135025383145665835?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8135025383145665835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=8135025383145665835' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8135025383145665835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8135025383145665835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-theare-you-serious.html' title='What the!?...Are you serious!???'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SZS1zY9J8MI/AAAAAAAAAuc/GeVuA9DcDk0/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-527503433321969720</id><published>2009-01-30T07:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:20:23.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We used to have a neighbor that just loved my kids. She only had one of her own and he was a teenager, so she was always letting my kids borrow toys that had been her son's when he was little. One day, she came outside while my kids were playing, with this cougar costume. It was a hit with Carson. He wouldn't take it off! He loved it! It was a sad day for Carson when he had to return it because she was moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297150598642084674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SYNCZ2nPK0I/AAAAAAAAAto/M5-TsgiLaG0/s320/hungry+Carson+Cougar+11-8-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297150597356667442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SYNCZx0xQjI/AAAAAAAAAtg/reI3TXIBprM/s320/Mean+ole+Cougar+11-8-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson the Cougar 4 yrs. old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-527503433321969720?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/527503433321969720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=527503433321969720' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/527503433321969720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/527503433321969720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-flashback-friday.html' title='Another Flashback Friday'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SYNCZ2nPK0I/AAAAAAAAAto/M5-TsgiLaG0/s72-c/hungry+Carson+Cougar+11-8-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-8162653538213799373</id><published>2009-01-18T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:22:33.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hailee's first meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the past year, Hailee has been on a competetive gymnastics team. She goes 4 days a week for three hours at a time. It's a lot of work and dedication, but she loves it. She has never once said she didn't feel like going to gym. This past weekend, she had her first meet. It was called the Lady Luck and was held at the Southpoint Hotel and Casino. It was huge!!! They said about 1200 girls were registered. Girls from all over the country were there. It was an awesome experience for Hailee. Kyle and I were so proud of her. She did so awesome! She got out there, and smiled at the judges and did awesome on her routines. I wasn't able to get any pictures of her during the meet, because there is no flash photography allowed. But here are some pictures we took beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292703599058356674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SXN14aNOCcI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ZseY-BAsWSg/s320/hailee+meet+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Stretching out a little before we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292703608620766290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SXN1491E1FI/AAAAAAAAAsg/k74_mGYQMhU/s320/hailee+meet+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292699817531925202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SXNycS7D4tI/AAAAAAAAAsI/DXOsGfvwLYs/s320/hailee+meet+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Even mom has a shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292699825413892706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SXNycwSRKmI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Ayr2vPDGdY8/s320/hailee+meet+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The back of mom's shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-8162653538213799373?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8162653538213799373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=8162653538213799373' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8162653538213799373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8162653538213799373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/01/hailees-first-meet.html' title='Hailee&apos;s first meet'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SXN14aNOCcI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ZseY-BAsWSg/s72-c/hailee+meet+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-249431550580101287</id><published>2009-01-14T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:40:50.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest Place On Earth!</title><content type='html'>We just got back from an awesome family vacation. We went to Ca. and stayed at the California Grand Hotel, which is in Downtown Disney. We had 3 day hopper passes and I would say we definitely got our moneys worth! The best part about staying in a hotel right there in the park was that we could go back and rest for a couple hours each day. The boys were tall enough to go on all the big kid rides, and Bella was able to go on quite a few rides. There was nobody there, so we were able to walk onto all the rides. We only had to wait in line a few times. We also ate at Goofy's Kitchen which is in the Disneyland Hotel. It's a fun place for the kids, and there are lot's of characters that come to your table. We had such a blast! The only bummer was, that on the very first day, the battery to my camera died and I forgot my charger. Aaahhh. I was so mad. Luckily, we had some friends go with us, and they took a bunch of pictures for us. But for now, here are some of the pictures I have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291325428164388434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SW6QcTi65lI/AAAAAAAAArg/c3gxnlZ6qFA/s320/disneyland+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291325426857507506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SW6QcOrVerI/AAAAAAAAArY/onrnQzW2oZc/s320/disneyland+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                          The boys had no idea who this was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291325403992856466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SW6Qa5f-l5I/AAAAAAAAArA/wiExRuf4vyM/s320/disneyland+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                 Bella wasn't sure what to think about Goofy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291325414043817298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SW6Qbe8UFVI/AAAAAAAAArI/2X-_KRTR5hQ/s320/disneyland+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291325418410644802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SW6QbvNclUI/AAAAAAAAArQ/x4KVKNHKCZE/s320/disneyland+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                          Cruella De Vil was very scary, and she scared the heck out of Austin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                           She jumped at him and he cried for a couple minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291341178700781954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SW6exG3bWYI/AAAAAAAAArw/3LvcsRO49Po/s320/disneyland+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291341172997264050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SW6ewxnmkrI/AAAAAAAAAro/igoUUJ_Mfu0/s320/disneyland+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-249431550580101287?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/249431550580101287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=249431550580101287' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/249431550580101287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/249431550580101287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/01/happiest-place-on-earth.html' title='The Happiest Place On Earth!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SW6QcTi65lI/AAAAAAAAArg/c3gxnlZ6qFA/s72-c/disneyland+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-4145663922000124475</id><published>2009-01-03T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:08:59.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take your kid to work day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Austin is always following Kyle around the house while he's working on projects. He loves to work. So the other night, he asked me if he could go to work with daddy the next day. I told him to go ask his dad. Dad said yes, but warned Austin that they would be leaving really early. Kyle usually leaves for work around 5. Austin was so pumped! He layed out all of his clothes and was filling a backpack with things for the next day. He couldn't stop talking about it all night. He told me he had to go to bed when Kyle did, and he insisted on sleeping with Kyle that night. I think he was afraid he would get left behind. Bright and early the next morning, I heard Kyle and Austin getting ready for work. It was cute. Austin was asking all kinds of questions. So they left, and Austin had a fun day! I haven't seen him that happy in a long time. I think everyday should be "take Austin to work day!" He told us all about it the rest of the night. Thanks for taking him to work dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287240183524767138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SWAM7xUqNaI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ft4y1-cITbU/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287240194677895346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SWAM8a3xcLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/1Tzx9TcjgUo/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-4145663922000124475?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/4145663922000124475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=4145663922000124475' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/4145663922000124475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/4145663922000124475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-your-kid-to-work-day.html' title='Take your kid to work day'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SWAM7xUqNaI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ft4y1-cITbU/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-8914378345675507380</id><published>2008-12-29T07:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:37:57.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Well, another Christmas has come and gone. We had a great Christmas, with no sick kids this year. Last year we were all sick and it was a bummer. I am glad to report that Santa did not get any wild hairs this year...no crazy, random gifts. Mrs. Clause is quite proud of him! The highlight of Hailee's Christmas was her American Doll which she has been wanting the past 3 Christmas's. Santa finally came through for her! Carson said his favorite gift is his Star Wars Millenium Falcon. Austin likes his skateboard the best, and Bella is cooking us all of our meals in her new kitchen set. We were also excited to have Grandma and Grandpa Eynon and Uncle Adam here for Christmas. They were troopers when the kids woke us all up at 4:30 in the morning! We hope everyone had a Merry Christmas! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285247184657575714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SVj4T9-l7yI/AAAAAAAAAqg/LBejsU72aVI/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285242357339899154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SVjz6-0XxRI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/xoE8nHPmdfw/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285243762258691282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SVj1MwjHRNI/AAAAAAAAAqY/6V7ayCVKrok/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285242349005303074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SVjz6fxP7SI/AAAAAAAAAqI/gTk6Hhwi11c/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285247200295003154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SVj4U4O2JBI/AAAAAAAAAqo/plUrbLJWb4A/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-8914378345675507380?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8914378345675507380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=8914378345675507380' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8914378345675507380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8914378345675507380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-another-christmas-has-come-and.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SVj4T9-l7yI/AAAAAAAAAqg/LBejsU72aVI/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-4136303103908719335</id><published>2008-12-20T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:08:02.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday...again</title><content type='html'>I was going through some pictures and found these and just had to laugh. We were at the beach one summer with my whole family and I was in a tent feeding a two week old Carson. All of a sudden, I heard everyone laughing their heads off! I peeked out of the tent, and this is what I saw...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281790289214745634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SUywSK7ArCI/AAAAAAAAApw/E6btya7gMa0/s320/DSC01027.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Hailee had just decided she didn't need her shorts anymore, and kicked them off. I hadn't put her bathing suit on her yet.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281792038582461922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SUyx3_0xpeI/AAAAAAAAAp4/v17F694bukk/s320/DSC01028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she tried to make a run for it so nobody would catch her! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281792037185406802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SUyx36nsR1I/AAAAAAAAAqA/nrJ6hZBmeLA/s320/DSC01029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Aunt Lindsay caught her, she had all her clothes off! Good thing she was only 2 so she couldn't get arrested for public &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lewdness&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-4136303103908719335?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/4136303103908719335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=4136303103908719335' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/4136303103908719335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/4136303103908719335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/12/flashback-fridayagain.html' title='Flashback Friday...again'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SUywSK7ArCI/AAAAAAAAApw/E6btya7gMa0/s72-c/DSC01027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-8033227198067272442</id><published>2008-12-12T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:51:56.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5th Birthday Austin!!</title><content type='html'>Today is Austin's birthday. Five years ago we were blessed with this 9lb. mini Kyle. Here are some things we love about Austin. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He was born with the craziest hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He thinks he is such a tough guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He loves to work on things with his daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He is loving with his sister Bella (most the time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He is a big tease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. He has the cutest laugh that I just love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. He has a sensitive side to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. He is so observant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. He's a smart little guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.He makes us laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279023115638569266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SULbjeC2eTI/AAAAAAAAAis/2-n1KuPWc9s/s320/000_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279023116829054130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SULbjier1LI/AAAAAAAAAi0/u1JqeBWSSJg/s320/000_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279023120681825346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SULbjw1QdEI/AAAAAAAAAi8/tFAJqdK2yvY/s320/000_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279023132907961138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SULbkeYMezI/AAAAAAAAAjE/KhLsfmjwrsQ/s320/004+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279023139662059234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SULbk3if1uI/AAAAAAAAAjM/JTUFRZtgyIc/s320/100_1797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-8033227198067272442?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8033227198067272442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=8033227198067272442' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8033227198067272442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8033227198067272442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-5th-birthday-austin.html' title='Happy 5th Birthday Austin!!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SULbjeC2eTI/AAAAAAAAAis/2-n1KuPWc9s/s72-c/000_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-2088666476353238048</id><published>2008-12-10T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:47:38.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay ride down the strip</title><content type='html'>Every Christmas season, Anderson Dairy puts on a hay ride down the strip for family and friends. Our friends John and Becky Hymus invited us to go this year on the ride. I wasn't sure what to expect, but when we got there and saw the truck, I was so excited! It was this huge long truck bed decorated with Christmas lights and big speakers on the back of it for music. They all ate pizza at Anderson Dairy before the ride, but we were running late, so we ate on the ride. We had so much fun! The truck was blaring music, and there was a microphone, so the kids and whoever else wanted to, could say things to the people we passed on the strip. It was such a good time! Bella danced to the music most the time and the kids kept warm bundled up in blankets. After the ride, we had hot chocolate and doughnuts. Thank you so much John and Becky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278232777796725170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SUAMvwJlqbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/tEmxMxcAng4/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278232788130207426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SUAMwWpSFsI/AAAAAAAAAiE/gJz7A3XsF5Y/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278234046600665378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SUAN5m0BWSI/AAAAAAAAAik/ldQM2Deq0fY/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278232783135600674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SUAMwECecCI/AAAAAAAAAh8/6DmE4sswyec/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278232791251872546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SUAMwiRi6yI/AAAAAAAAAiM/mGQevpoXSwI/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278232794954179778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SUAMwwEPpMI/AAAAAAAAAiU/0yt26PlfnYQ/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278234042807125922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SUAN5Yrkh6I/AAAAAAAAAic/DPMEuabclPA/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&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/9010942479877305023-2088666476353238048?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/2088666476353238048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=2088666476353238048' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/2088666476353238048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/2088666476353238048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/12/hay-ride-down-strip.html' title='Hay ride down the strip'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SUAMvwJlqbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/tEmxMxcAng4/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-3692725240155076184</id><published>2008-12-06T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:46:16.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>Every little girl wants a little sister to dress up. Since Hailee didn't have a sister at the time, her brothers would have to do. The funny thing is, I think they actually had fun...should I be worried? I'm pretty sure every boy that has a big sister had to go through this torture. I know my three brothers did! I do know that if Hailee tried this on them today, they would not cooperate. Although, Austin does think it's funny to paint his toenails every now and then..... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some blackmail worthy pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276593080237716578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/STo5cyvadGI/AAAAAAAAAhc/D2vhteAVNcU/s320/100_0562girl+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276593084124681842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/STo5dBOI1nI/AAAAAAAAAhk/HZUCN6-CeU8/s320/dressup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thank goodness Bella came along, and now Carson and Austin are off the hook! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276595419942892402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/STo7k-0mM3I/AAAAAAAAAhs/e2z5rxOmTus/s320/091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-3692725240155076184?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3692725240155076184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=3692725240155076184' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3692725240155076184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3692725240155076184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/12/flashback-friday.html' title='Flashback Friday'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/STo5cyvadGI/AAAAAAAAAhc/D2vhteAVNcU/s72-c/100_0562girl+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-5464055105189643469</id><published>2008-12-02T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:33:21.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>For Thanksgiving we went to Panaca to Kyle's parents house. The kids had a good time playing with their cousins. It's wild when we get all the boys together! They play hard during the day, and crash at night. My kids loved playing in the leaves on the front lawn. Here are some pics of our weekend. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275292212521156002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/STWaUU21PaI/AAAAAAAAAgs/qcNoFUQDH9I/s320/094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275292220376495858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/STWaUyHsNvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/2HFVLx1qWlw/s320/097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                The Kiddie table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275292217484698146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/STWaUnWO4iI/AAAAAAAAAg0/fIzFNfkGyMM/s320/086.JPG" border="0" /&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/9010942479877305023-5464055105189643469?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/5464055105189643469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=5464055105189643469' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/5464055105189643469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/5464055105189643469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/12/turkey-day.html' title='Turkey Day'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/STWaUU21PaI/AAAAAAAAAgs/qcNoFUQDH9I/s72-c/094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-5151497408655039563</id><published>2008-11-14T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:35:25.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>I received the Sears Christmas Wish book in the mail today,and it got me wondering what Santa will bring my kids this year for Christmas! I was thinking back to past Christmas's and had to laugh about one in particular where I think Santa was feeling a bit crazy. He dropped this off to an 18 month old Carson.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268644163116520898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SR37865-1cI/AAAAAAAAAgc/qwpcGlUu5co/s320/101_0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did hear that Mrs. Claus was a bit shocked by the gift, and wondered if Santa was going through a midlife crisis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268644168033628658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SR379NOT8fI/AAAAAAAAAgk/DqvDUwoMP8o/s320/101_0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom even got on it to take it for a spin, and crashed and ate it pretty bad! Carson and Hailee were both bawling because they saw me get hurt! So I haven't been on the bike since and I think I crushed Kyle's dreams of having a motorcyle mama! But I do have to say it has been fun for Carson. We put training wheels on it, and off he goes! Hopefully Santa doesn't do anything crazy this year!&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/9010942479877305023-5151497408655039563?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/5151497408655039563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=5151497408655039563' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/5151497408655039563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/5151497408655039563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/11/flashback-friday_14.html' title='Flashback Friday'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SR37865-1cI/AAAAAAAAAgc/qwpcGlUu5co/s72-c/101_0148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-2257746278532885201</id><published>2008-11-13T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:26:36.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was tagged a while ago, I don't even remember by who. But you finish the sentence with the first thing that comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFkvu3mmNLE/SPeGVuuYBPI/AAAAAAAADCw/d4ox8-rw1SI/s1600-h/090708+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am: busy&lt;br /&gt;I think: too much&lt;br /&gt;I want: to be out of debt&lt;br /&gt;I have: awesome kids&lt;br /&gt;I dislike: ignorant people&lt;br /&gt;I miss: four seasons&lt;br /&gt;I fear: dying and leaving my kids without their mommy&lt;br /&gt;I feel: blessed&lt;br /&gt;I hear: Bella breathing in the baby monitor&lt;br /&gt;I smell: Scentsy candle&lt;br /&gt;I crave: anything sweet&lt;br /&gt;I cry: hardly ever&lt;br /&gt;I usually: am happy&lt;br /&gt;I regret: being such a stinker in highschool to my mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;I search: the internet&lt;br /&gt;I wonder: what my kids will turn out like when they're older&lt;br /&gt;I love: My family&lt;br /&gt;I care: about people's feelings&lt;br /&gt;I always: am cleaning&lt;br /&gt;I worry: about the future&lt;br /&gt;I am not: as good of cook as I want to be&lt;br /&gt;I remember: everything&lt;br /&gt;I believe: there are still good people in this world&lt;br /&gt;I dance: only in front of my kids&lt;br /&gt;I sing: never&lt;br /&gt;I argue: with Austin&lt;br /&gt;I write: a grocery list&lt;br /&gt;I win: nothing&lt;br /&gt;I lose: to Kyle most of the time&lt;br /&gt;I wish: I wasn't raising kids in such a scary world.&lt;br /&gt;I listen: to friends' problems&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand: why some people think they are better than others&lt;br /&gt;I watch: Dr. Phil&lt;br /&gt;I need: reassurance&lt;br /&gt;I forget: that Hailee is only 8...sometimes I expect too much of her&lt;br /&gt;I am happy: when Kyle is happy. You know that saying "when mama aint happy, nobody's happy?" Well in our house it's when daddy aint happy, nobody's happy!&lt;br /&gt;I tag anyone who needs a new post and wants to do this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-2257746278532885201?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/2257746278532885201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=2257746278532885201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/2257746278532885201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/2257746278532885201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-tagged-while-ago-i-dont-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-6803428561242208321</id><published>2008-11-07T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:15:41.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 30th Lindsay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SRUfW5x_KcI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELbnFlqAFQo/s1600-h/lindsay"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266149817607727554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SRUfW5x_KcI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELbnFlqAFQo/s320/lindsay" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little sis Lindsay just turned 30 yesterday, and since I'm such a loser, I didn't send her a card. So I decided a post for her would be just as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 reasons I adore my little sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. When we were little, we used to get all dressed up and put makeup on and take pictures of each other like we were super models. Cindy Crawford had nothing on us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Lindsay could get away with wearing anything funky and still look cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. She was obsessed with cows when we were in highschool, and we even painted her ceiling in cow print. Sorry mom and dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. She is such a good mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. She married the most hilarious guy ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. She thinks I'm funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Who else would worship New Kids On The Block with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. She has gone sky diving...something I would never do! She has no fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. She is a blonde mini me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. She was the best dang cheerleader Rim High ever had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. She had just as many dumb boyfriends as I did (sorry Linds but it's true!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. She is so outgoing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. She was the star of our infamous "The Stupid Diner" movie we made....you should have been an actress!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. She was my favorite college roomate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. She always had the best shoes in highschool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. We've had some pretty good screaming matches in our day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. She was always naked when she was little. She hated clothes!You met her too late, Mike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. She plays Fantasy Football&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. She couldn't say her r's when she was little and I would always make her say the word run for entertainment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. When we were super little, I stole a pack of gum from the store and she told on me. Thanks for keeping me honest Linds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. She had the cutest Meg Ryan haircut that I was so jealous of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. She always finds the most hilarious birthday cards ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. She gave me a perm right before my wedding...what were we thinking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. She is such a fun person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. She took me to my first Ska concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. She hardly ever wears makeup and still looks gorgeous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. On her birthday when she was young, she would milk it for all it was worth. She would say all day "but I'm the birthday girl" She would make her birthday last like a week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. She would show off with me in front of our older sisters boyfriends and friends when we were little. We were such dorks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. I know she was such a great Kindergarten teacher even though she hated it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. She is such a caring and giving person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you had a great birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-6803428561242208321?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6803428561242208321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=6803428561242208321' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/6803428561242208321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/6803428561242208321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-30th-lindsay.html' title='Happy 30th Lindsay'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SRUfW5x_KcI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELbnFlqAFQo/s72-c/lindsay' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-7220475169335466474</id><published>2008-11-01T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T10:36:01.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Another Halloween has come and gone...thank goodness! I wasn't really enthusiastic this year about it because all week long I was so sick. I ended up having strep throat and a double ear infection and was so achey, that I felt like I'd been hit by a bus. Then later in the week, developed a nasty head cold. Hmmm...maybe I should start eating healthier or something. Anyways, I didn't even carve pumpkins or anything with the kids. Luckily my parents were here visiting, and Grandpa Eynon was a trooper and carved pumpkins Halloween day with them. Hailee was a candy corn fairy, Carson was Aniken Skywalker, Austin was Jango Fett, and Bella was a 50's girl. We went to our ward trunk or treat, then came home and went around the neighborhood. Hopefully next year, I'll be a little more in the spirit of things! Sorry kiddos!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263839343290090290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SQzp_mOIAzI/AAAAAAAAAfM/LhBMA59SXkU/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The kids lost interest after a while, and poor Grandpa finished all the carving alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263839348101863890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SQzp_4JV2dI/AAAAAAAAAfU/QFHyPp9-ZE8/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263839355236782018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SQzqASucD8I/AAAAAAAAAfc/F_VmENZGxCM/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264130483397047090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SQ3yyLovszI/AAAAAAAAAf0/asEZCSRPpXQ/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263839368990149570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SQzqBF9fy8I/AAAAAAAAAfs/DvFkyv3m_BU/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-7220475169335466474?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/7220475169335466474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=7220475169335466474' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/7220475169335466474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/7220475169335466474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-08.html' title='Halloween 08'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SQzp_mOIAzI/AAAAAAAAAfM/LhBMA59SXkU/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-8822334007146946021</id><published>2008-10-24T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:34:50.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>I saw this on my friends blog. Every Friday she does a post about things from the past and calls it "flashback Friday" I thought that was a fun idea since I've never been a good journal writer, and I don't have time to scrapbook. So this is a way for me to blog memories that I don't want to forget. These are my two very most favorite pictures of my boys. The first one was typical of them right after we built our house. They were constantly outside working in the dirt. This is how I caught them one day. I thought it was cute. The second picture is of them playing soccer and wrestling at the park, and I just happened to get a good shot of the two of them. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260928329655907522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SQKScTXt9MI/AAAAAAAAAe8/_ChGCWoL_oY/s320/working+boys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260928335481628354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SQKScpErZsI/AAAAAAAAAfE/9fWaxqjRobo/s320/100_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-8822334007146946021?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8822334007146946021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=8822334007146946021' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8822334007146946021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8822334007146946021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/10/flashback-friday.html' title='Flashback Friday'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SQKScTXt9MI/AAAAAAAAAe8/_ChGCWoL_oY/s72-c/working+boys.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-6571642251887440019</id><published>2008-10-04T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:18:05.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The next David Beckam???</title><content type='html'>The next David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beckam&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I won't go that far!! But I was so proud of  Carson  today! He played in his second soccer game and did so well! He was a lot more aggressive than he was in his last game, and he even made a goal! He's such a little guy, but he sure can run! I was laughing though, because he's so polite, and when he'd come close to a girl, he'd kind of let up so he didn't hurt her. What a gentleman!! Of course, Austin was on the sidelines yelling at Carson to knock everyone down!! Can't wait for Austin to play next year. Should be interesting! &lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253533882336951842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SOhNO0gsPiI/AAAAAAAAAeU/f66fIPNGtFw/s320/soccer+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253533886215626866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SOhNPC9cIHI/AAAAAAAAAec/TZELP-zz8EM/s320/soccer+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253533893977772738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SOhNPf4FEsI/AAAAAAAAAek/hCbtJTf3_0c/s320/soccer+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253533893560923106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SOhNPeUsc-I/AAAAAAAAAes/zSyRJPQ2UFA/s320/soccer+010.JPG" border="0" /&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/9010942479877305023-6571642251887440019?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6571642251887440019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=6571642251887440019' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/6571642251887440019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/6571642251887440019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/10/next-david-beckam.html' title='The next David Beckam???'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SOhNO0gsPiI/AAAAAAAAAeU/f66fIPNGtFw/s72-c/soccer+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-3144606428697309320</id><published>2008-10-01T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:40:30.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty Girl!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today after school, I was helping Hailee with her homework so that she wouldn't have to do it after gym tonight. I sent Bella upstairs to play with the boys and their friends to keep her out of our way. So 20 minutes had passed, and one of Carson's friends came downstairs yelling "Bella's flooding your bathroom"! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AAAHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!! I run upstairs, and Bella had climbed into my bathtub, turned on the water, and was using a cup to dump out water onto the bathroom floor. To make it worse, the boys were all running, and sliding on their tummy's in all the water. Lovely! Bella was yelling "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;" and clapping her hands while the boys were doing this. Seriously, there was water everywhere! I was so mad. So we cleaned it up, I sent all the boys outside, and set Bella on the couch and told her to stay there till daddy got home. (Like she understood any of that, but it made me feel better!" So here are some pictures of her on the couch waiting for daddy to come home. Doesn't she look so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;remorseful&lt;/span&gt;? Ya, she was laughing at me, while I was getting mad at her. Naughty little girl!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252349539670695490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SOQYFARCHkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/NE2ZUnhCfug/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Doesn't she look like a girl that just got in trouble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252349549784398514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SOQYFl8U-rI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NPUWC2CIxXA/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Little stinker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-3144606428697309320?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3144606428697309320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=3144606428697309320' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3144606428697309320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3144606428697309320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/10/naughty-girl.html' title='Naughty Girl!!!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SOQYFARCHkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/NE2ZUnhCfug/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-8936671273583741603</id><published>2008-09-24T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:39:19.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardest Tag Ever!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shannon tagged me and I thought it would be fun to try. So...here goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 things about me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. My nickname growing up was Jellybean. A neighbor girl couldn't say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gerilyn&lt;/span&gt; and it came out sounding like Jellybean. Kyle calls me that now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. I was a "preschool dropout" I hated it. I wasn't much better when I got to Kindergarten. I would cry everyday and my teacher would say "oh no, your mascara is running!" I still remember her saying that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. I try to be a loyal friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. I am so irritable when my house isn't clean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. I love living in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Logandale&lt;/span&gt; (who would've thought?) It took Kyle more than a year to talk me into moving here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. I can't say no to people. Although I'm getting better at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Yes, I will admit it....I absolutely loved The New Kids On The Block....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; we would be driving and saw a limo, my sister and I made my mom or whoever was driving, get next to it, because we were positive the New Kids were in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. I had horrible Asthma growing up. I never attended a full week of school until late Jr. High. I was in the hospital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. I was a gymnast. I used to beg my parents to move me to Texas so I could train with Bella &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Karolyi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. I was a cheerleader in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;highschool&lt;/span&gt; and loved every minute of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. I have 3 sisters and 3 brothers and I talk to at least one of them via phone, e-mail, etc. at least once a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. I used to have the biggest crush on Kirk Cameron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. One of my best friends and I would watch The Watcher in the Woods &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; we had sleepovers, and would freak ourselves out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. My most cherished memories of growing up are camping with my family at the beach and a campground called Silent Valley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. I had my heart broken my Senior year of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;highschool&lt;/span&gt;, and thought I would never recover from it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16. I can keep a secret....I know, everyone in my family is laughing. But I really can, if someone has confided in me. Unfortunately, I have known too many secrets, and sometimes it can become a big burden!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17. I am a good listener. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18. I love to read. It's my escape! My idea of a great time is cuddling up by the fireplace with a good book...I know I'm boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19. I love to play games. My family played games all the time growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20. I was painfully shy until I got into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;middleschool&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;21. In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;highschool&lt;/span&gt; I was friends with everyone. I had friends in all kinds of "groups"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;22. When I was little, I chased my older sister around the house with a butcher knife when my parents weren't home. I was a devil child!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;23. I am allergic to every animal with hair. We will never have a house pet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;24. Unfortunately I have a sweet tooth. I could go without dinner, and jump straight to dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;25. I was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nintendo&lt;/span&gt; queen in my house. Yes I knocked out Mike Tyson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;26. I have my teaching degree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;27. I lived in Provo for a year after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;, and it was by far the worst year of my life!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;28. I always wanted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lot's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lot's&lt;/span&gt; of kids....till I had them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;29. I would do anything for my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;30. I once stood in line behind Patrick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Swayze&lt;/span&gt; in a grocery store and my sister and I made fools of ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;31. I hate being the center of attention. Baby showers are so hard for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;32. I love having babies. I hate being pregnant, but I absolutely love the labor and delivery. It's such an awesome experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;33. When I was little, there was one summer where we were having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of earthquakes. I remember praying everyday that the "big one" wouldn't hit. I worried about it all summer long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;34. Everyday when my kids go off to school I say to them "be nice to EVERYONE" I hope they follow my advice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;35. My mom and dad are my heroes. They put the meaning into the word sacrifice and selflessness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;36. I have never broken a bone in my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;37. I never liked chocolate until I got pregnant with Hailee. Then I became addicted. I ate a whole box of sees candy in one sitting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;38. I would much rather clean the house than cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;39. I love for my back to be tickled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;40. I have horrible eyes. My prescription for my contacts is so high!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;41. I stay calm in scary situations. I don't panic until afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;42. I have to eat breakfast before I eat anything else. Even if it's 2:00 in the afternoon, and I haven't eaten anything yet, it has to be a breakfast food that I eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;43. I hate to exercise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;44. I was the Homecoming Queen at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;, and the school sent me to this statewide pageant for all the Homecoming Queens in California. It was the dumbest thing ever. Can you picture me in a pageant? Ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;45. I don't like soda. I'm more of a juice kinda gal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;46. I want my daughters to live out on their own for at least a year before they get married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;47. I used to talk in my sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;48. I grind my teeth in my sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;49. Once in a while after early morning seminary, my friends and I would go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wakeboarding&lt;/span&gt; on the lake before school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;50. I have absolutely no sense of direction!! I could have driven somewhere a thousand times, and I still would get lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;51. I have a good memory (unless it has anything to do with directions).I can remember everything from the past. Like conversations I had with someone word for word 10 years ago. 52. I'm a night owl. I like to stay up at night when everyone is in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;53. I wanted to name Hailee Madison, but my sister said that's what she wanted to name her daughter. Neither of us used the name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;54. I always wanted a big brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;55. I like to think I'm dependable. If I say I'm gonna do something, I'll do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;56. I can't sleep without covers on. Even if I'm hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;57. I used to be a good writer. I would write poems and stuff. Haven't written anything since college&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;58. I have so much respect for single moms and moms that work outside of the home. I don't know how they do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;59. When I was pregnant I had to go to the bathroom really bad while I was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt; Mart. So I beelined it to the restroom and when I was finished, realized I was in the Men's bathroom. Ya, I walked right past a man using the urinal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;60. I don't like being the person in charge. Just tell me what to do, and I'll happily do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;61. I used to drive this cute little black Honda Civic in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;. One day, when it was brand spanking new, I got into a little fender bender coming out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; parking lot. So my friends and I took a black marking pen and colored over all the scratches. So dumb. Like we actually thought my parents wouldn't notice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;62. I once went on a date with this guy, and when he went to buy the movie tickets, he only asked for one! He expected me to pay for myself! Loser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;63. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;SUU&lt;/span&gt;! It's where I met Kyle, and where I have so many fun memories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;64. I care too much about what people think of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;65. Someday I want to go to Italy with Kyle. That's where he served his mission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;66. I have always wanted to live back east. It's beautiful there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;67. I love 4 seasons. Unfortunately, we don't get that here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Logandale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;68. Someday, I want to take my kids on a Disney cruise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;69. I have a high tolerance for pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;70. I am a good speller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;71. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;consistent&lt;/span&gt; dreams that my teeth are falling out. Finally one day, I looked up on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; to find a meaning behind this....it said I was afraid of losing someone or something. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;72. I love pumpkin flavored ice cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;73. I'm trying really hard to be a more patient mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;72. I have complete trust in Kyle. I know that he will always take care of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;73. I get nervous about meeting new people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;74. I've learned that first impressions are not always accurate, and to give people a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;75. I roll my eyes. It used to drive my mom crazy! I'm trying to be better at that. It's just a bad habit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;76. I'm not gonna lie...Sundays wear me out. By the time Sacrament meeting is over, I feel like a complete train wreck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;77. I have a fear of being a failure as a parent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;78. I feel so sad when I see people eating in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;79. I absolutely used to despise country music. Now I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;80. I haven't had a good haircut that I love in a few years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;81. I don't enjoy going to the spa and getting a massage. I feel awkward!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;82. I love buying presents for other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;83. I bruise very easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;84. My most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; flowers are yellow roses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;85. I would much rather get a meaningful letter from a loved one than an expensive gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;86. I don't wear perfume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;87. I'm absolutely horrible at math. It makes no sense to me at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;88. I would love to go back to school to become a nurse. A labor and delivery nurse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;89. I'm not very opinionated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;90. I trust people. Probably too much. Kyle thinks I'm naive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;91. I like to think for the most part, people in this world are still good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;92. I think it would be so awesome to adopt a baby who otherwise wouldn't have had a good life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;93. I love green olives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;94. I'm terrible at any sport that involves a ball! Just isn't my thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;95. I'm a people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;pleaser&lt;/span&gt;. Not always a good quality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;96. I can take teasing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;97. I wish I was a better cook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;98. I'm very frustrated with trying to lose "baby" weight right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;99. Even though I'm frustrated with what kids have done to my body, I wouldn't trade them for the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;100. I am so glad I'm finally done! This took me a few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I tag Lindsay, Lisa, Christine, Karynn, Meredith, and anyone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;else who wants to try this!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-8936671273583741603?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8936671273583741603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=8936671273583741603' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8936671273583741603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/8936671273583741603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/09/hardest-tag-ever.html' title='Hardest Tag Ever!!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-7641523233234895206</id><published>2008-09-21T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:09:30.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Just Wanna Have Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday night, Kyle took the boys to a race in Vegas, so that left us girls home alone! Hailee and I contemplated over all the things that we could do without the boys! We could go to a movie, bowling, go out to eat, go shopping, etc. But since we still had Bella, we probably needed to get a babysitter for her if we were going to enjoy ourselves. Bella is a little pill right now (if you've sat behind us at church you know what I'm talking about) It was a little too late to find a babysitter, so we decided to stay home. But that didn't stop us from having a fun girls night out! Hailee invited her best friend Bailey over and we made pizzas, ate junk food, played games, and watched a movie. Hailee and Bailey have been friends since before they could walk! She is such a good girl and a great example to Hailee. She has this way of calming Hailee down when she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;get's&lt;/span&gt; dramatic about things! They are like sisters. I remember when they were about 3 yrs. old, Bailey broke her arm. Hailee was there when it happened. Later that night, Hailee heard me telling Kyle that Bailey broke her arm and she was getting a cast. Hailee disappeared into her room for a while and came out sobbing. She said "Did Bailey die?" When I said cast, she thought I meant casket! Poor girl. It was so sad. So to convince her that Bailey was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, Kyle had to take Hailee to her house so she could see her. I just love these girls! Here are some pictures of the two of them growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248697369670927330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SNcecuzDQ-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/LBhJCRizSRA/s320/100_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor Carson! They used to treat him like he was their baby doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248699173434890354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SNcgFuV5GHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/H9IIFyjIT-w/s320/101_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248701039894243186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SNchyXcep3I/AAAAAAAAAdM/M0wT1z8tjQA/s320/101_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Princesses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248699162001411426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SNcgFDv8DWI/AAAAAAAAAc0/jFPzTu4iN34/s320/hailee+bailee+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At our house in Vegas right before we all moved to Logandale&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248701038883321282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SNchyTrdNcI/AAAAAAAAAdE/TCtkN7kppeY/s320/100_1449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They showed up in the same outfit on the first day of school for 2nd grade! It was hilarious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248702789470706002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SNcjYNIA2VI/AAAAAAAAAdU/8DBRiR8rpbY/s320/077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;May Day dance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248702797384182482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SNcjYqmu6tI/AAAAAAAAAdc/CQ2DTgC5_o0/s320/bailey+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Making Pizzas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-7641523233234895206?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/7641523233234895206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=7641523233234895206' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/7641523233234895206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/7641523233234895206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/09/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='Girls Just Wanna Have Fun'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SNcecuzDQ-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/LBhJCRizSRA/s72-c/100_0123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-3836804968254199011</id><published>2008-09-05T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:01:52.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella's first day of school....oh wait, she's only 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I walked Carson and his cute little friend Sawyer to the bus stop. I told Carson to grab his backpack, and get his shoes on. So what do you think Bella does? She goes and puts a pair of Hailee's flip flops on, and grabs a princess backpack that she insists on wearing throughout the day. She walked with us to the bus stop with the back pack on the whole way. It was so funny, so I hurried and grabbed the camera. This little lady thinks she is 5! She was fine walking back home, until she heard the bus leave. Then she realized she wasn't getting on it and had a complete melt down! Poor girl...Do you think they will make an exception for a one year old? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242628134029797826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SMGOguJQqcI/AAAAAAAAAao/3qGtEOePEC0/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So excited for school! (so she thinks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242628137628870066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SMGOg7jWJbI/AAAAAAAAAaw/7Y-cG_jGJaI/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Off she goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242628141137411074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SMGOhIn2PAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/sxwuhhaWFVw/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She hasn't realized the bus is going to leave her yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242628145577136946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SMGOhZKXEzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/zTmOup4xLLI/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think she get's the picture now? Poor thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-3836804968254199011?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3836804968254199011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=3836804968254199011' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3836804968254199011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3836804968254199011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/09/bellas-first-day-of-schooloh-wait-she.html' title='Bella&apos;s first day of school....oh wait, she&apos;s only 1!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SMGOguJQqcI/AAAAAAAAAao/3qGtEOePEC0/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-1124944134674173290</id><published>2008-09-02T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:34:01.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops...I almost forgot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning we were going about our crazy morning routine just like any other day...(do you ever feel like you are a circus act?) I woke up at about 5:15 because Kyle couldn't find his work boots (we never did find them), then I didn't want to go back to sleep because I was babysitting for a friend and the kids were getting dropped off at 6:15. So I showered and got ready for the day. (I should have exercised after eating so much junk this past weekend, but I was feeling lazy.) By 6:00 Hailee and Carson were both awake. Then the two kids I was watching came. By 6:15 this house was buzzing with chaos. Luckily Austin and Bella were both sleeping in. I made all the kids pancakes, curled Hailee's hair, made her lunch, wrote a note explaining why she was absent on Friday, greeted all the neighbor kids who like to come over before getting on the bus, and got Hailee, one of the kids I was babysitting, and all Hailee's friends off to school! Whew! Then I fed Bella and Austin, and was giving Bella a bath when it hit me....I think today is Austin's first day of preschool! Crap! I know what your thinking...it's just preschool...no big deal. But for those of you who know Austin, today is a monumental day for me! So I hurried and called my friend who is the teacher, and sure enough today was the day. I'm just glad I thought of it because I'm watching her baby as a trade off for preschool. So, I hurried and got Austin ready, took some pics. and off he went! Of course the truck was out of gas, so we had to stop at Wally's which only made us more late! But it was all good, and Austin was really excited to go. Carson was invited to a friends house before he went to school, so I only have one of my own kids here right now(Bella), along with my friends baby, the girl I'm watching for the whole day, and then two neighbor kids that just knocked on the door wanting to play (how'd that happen?) This house is alway swarming with kids, but that's the way I like it. It makes life more fun. Anyways, something kinda funny....as I was writing this, I was listening to the news, and the channel automatically changed to some Cardio Workout show. I got the remote to see what was going on and someone set that show up to be recorded daily at this time. I never have the t.v. on right now, so I never noticed it before. Hmmmm....Hailee? Is that a hint? Well, now I have 5 shows of Cardio Workout recorded! Thanks Hailee!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241518708954838706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SL2dfrrRNrI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Ffu8tcSbG_Q/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Carson took this picture for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241518713580796882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SL2df86Lu9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/HVFBeHadkhQ/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Excited to go to school!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241518715964144930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SL2dgFyavSI/AAAAAAAAAag/7jnonhfBd_E/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He was mad at me here because some of his friends were standing there, and I was insisting on taking his picture. He was a little embarrassed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-1124944134674173290?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1124944134674173290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=1124944134674173290' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1124944134674173290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1124944134674173290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/09/oopsi-almost-forgot.html' title='Oops...I almost forgot!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SL2dfrrRNrI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Ffu8tcSbG_Q/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-7535004922896809634</id><published>2008-09-02T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:17:11.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping in Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over Labor Day weekend, we went camping up in Utah to get out of the heat! Since we sold our travel trailer, Kyle's parents were nice enough to let us borrow theirs. We met some friends up there and the kids all had a great time. We took the Rhino and went on some great rides, went swimming and froze our tails off, went to a little Wildlife Museum where the kids got to feed deer, played games, and ate lot's of food! Camping is so much work, but the kids love it. I just kept telling myself "we're making memories for them!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241420784368115250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SL1EbuKcXjI/AAAAAAAAAZg/YckCNrDUcNk/s320/panguich+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Silly Kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241420805496319042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SL1Ec83zLEI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ntWpnZzJ8_c/s320/panguich+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Going for a ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241420796819231298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SL1EccjBUkI/AAAAAAAAAZw/QMC_2C5CdgA/s320/panguich+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bella made a little buddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241420808128901154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SL1EdGrdMCI/AAAAAAAAAaA/lX8UbS4wb28/s320/panguich+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mykae, Hailee, and Maliyah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241427478285712898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SL1KhW8w_gI/AAAAAAAAAaI/oxTODq4VWmY/s320/panguich+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;At the museum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-7535004922896809634?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/7535004922896809634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=7535004922896809634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/7535004922896809634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/7535004922896809634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/09/camping-in-utah.html' title='Camping in Utah'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SL1EbuKcXjI/AAAAAAAAAZg/YckCNrDUcNk/s72-c/panguich+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-6650449966115801952</id><published>2008-08-26T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:12:46.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhhh Happy Day.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yesterday was the first day of school! Yes, it was a happy day! Hailee was excited to start 3rd grade, but she wasn't excited when she found out she was in the portables! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, and in case you are all wondering, apparently none of your votes on her outfit for the first day mattered, because she didn't go with any of them! Crazy girl. Thanks for your input, anyway! After we got her off to school, we came home and got Carson ready for Kindergarten. He was so excited! I think he was more excited about riding the bus than anything. He was so cute, getting on the bus and then getting in line to go to his classroom. We said our goodbyes (well, actually, I did. He wasn't paying attention to me at all!) and off he went. Austin, Bella, and I headed home to put Bella down for a nap. I was hoping to put my house back together after the summer break, but poor Austin was so bored that I ended up playing games with him until it was time to get the kids. They both had a good day at school, although Hailee seemed a bit tired. It's nice to be back on a schedule though, and hopefully soon it will cool off here!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238936295593409266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SLRwzcO--vI/AAAAAAAAAYw/DH_pOjlE71I/s320/First+Day+School+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238936303282832882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SLRwz44SRfI/AAAAAAAAAY4/zmlZ3tafGc0/s320/First+Day+School+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238936309551567010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SLRw0QO3kKI/AAAAAAAAAZA/fmucZ3E5Q00/s320/First+Day+School+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238936315103144514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SLRw0k6d6kI/AAAAAAAAAZI/9MMRfmiZSfs/s320/First+Day+School+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hailee and Bailey's annual 1st day of school picture. Last year they showed up wearing the exact same outfit! It was hilarious.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238936319562806690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SLRw01hu9aI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/zVTr6-OXX_0/s320/First+Day+School+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; typical Austin in the background! He wasn't about to let me get a picture with Carson alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238948612395762050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SLR8AX5gAYI/AAAAAAAAAZY/LjZ6ccen-qM/s320/First+Day+School+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Carson and his friend Sawyer walking to the bus stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/9010942479877305023-6650449966115801952?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6650449966115801952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=6650449966115801952' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/6650449966115801952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/6650449966115801952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/08/ohhhh-happy-day.html' title='Ohhhh Happy Day.......'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SLRwzcO--vI/AAAAAAAAAYw/DH_pOjlE71I/s72-c/First+Day+School+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-1905582501729766565</id><published>2008-08-19T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:17:54.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for the ice cream truck.....and tomatoes?</title><content type='html'>Every Tuesday night, the ice cream truck comes around our neighborhood. So of course we have to support our local businesses. (why didn't I think of having an ice cream truck? The lady has to be making a killing off of all the kids in the valley!) The kids in the neighborhood go crazy when they hear the music coming. Even Bella get's excited. When she hears the music, she comes to me and holds out her hand for money. Then she follows all the kids to the stop sign and waits for the truck to come. Her favorite thing is a snow cone. Another one of her favorite things to eat right now are tomatoes. She will go to the fridge and want me to open it so she can get a tomato. She will just sit there happy as can be, eating her tomato whole! Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236458802881250706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SKujiYq0RZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/qm1AHdTvCIA/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Yummy Snow Cone!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236458808051071602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SKujir7ZenI/AAAAAAAAAYA/FhCbJE5vvkY/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Getting a bit messy&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236458809206250258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SKujiwO0GxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/00VQWetWM7c/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Uh-oh, where did it go? (must have fallen out while running through the sprinklers)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236464155750187090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SKuoZ9qOQFI/AAAAAAAAAYg/VeJsWjucg3A/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Big bite!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236458819116818130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SKujjVJrXtI/AAAAAAAAAYY/cc7I5TBFGtU/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&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/9010942479877305023-1905582501729766565?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1905582501729766565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=1905582501729766565' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1905582501729766565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/1905582501729766565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/08/hooray-for-ice-cream-truckand-tomatoes.html' title='Hooray for the ice cream truck.....and tomatoes?'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SKujiYq0RZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/qm1AHdTvCIA/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-3830940814018827801</id><published>2008-08-14T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:56:29.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Shopping with dad</title><content type='html'>It was always a tradition growing up that my dad took us girls school shopping every year. I have fond memories of that. Eventually, we learned a few tricks like picking out several outfits and saying in our sweet little voices "I don't know which one to get, I like them all." He would say "just get them all then." I think it was more out of impatience rather than him wanting to get us all the outfits, but we didn't care....whatever worked! So Kyle has carried on that tradition with Hailee. He takes her school shopping every year and she loves it. It's kinda their time to spend together, plus the fact that he get's her alot more than mom would doesn't hurt! He has great taste, so it doesn't worry me at all having him take her shopping. They have a great time together and she calls him her "shopping buddy." These are memories she'll have forever just like I do. Here are the outfits they got...she wants to know which one you think she should wear on the first day of school.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234475684708495106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SKSX5tx4LwI/AAAAAAAAAW4/i95w8KJK6H8/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                               outfit #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234475695299132066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SKSX6VO4eqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/GwsU4uYOt78/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                                     #2&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234475685360627650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SKSX5wNW78I/AAAAAAAAAXA/MRFnWpB3RRk/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                                        #3&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234475695398560626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SKSX6Vmlo3I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/GjM1WGGWSmw/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                                          #4&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234475701298702834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SKSX6rlSqfI/AAAAAAAAAXY/mQEAVinGqCQ/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                  This one is for Gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234479049431932178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SKSa9kWdXRI/AAAAAAAAAXg/GLkCdZ2tx_w/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                           The shoes&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234479055093330578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SKSa95cPcpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/gRF4itGKKJg/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234479059258840146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SKSa-I9YFFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/gk0T2owAt7Y/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                      The backpack that Grandpa bought her...he still likes to shop for his girls!&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/9010942479877305023-3830940814018827801?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3830940814018827801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=3830940814018827801' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3830940814018827801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3830940814018827801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-shopping-with-dad.html' title='School Shopping with dad'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SKSX5tx4LwI/AAAAAAAAAW4/i95w8KJK6H8/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-785323823115847926</id><published>2008-08-11T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:45:56.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wife Beater"</title><content type='html'>I keep forgetting to post this, and I know it's something that Austin will get a good laugh out of when he's older. So, one day, Austin dissappeared for a while. The next thing I knew, he was standing in front of me with a cheezy grin, wearing one of Hailee's cami's (tank top) Anyways, I was like "Austin, why in the heck are you wearing your sisters clothes? Is there something you need to tell me?" He replied with "mom, boys wear these tank tops too. I saw a guy wearing a tank top and he had cool tattoos." Great!! Later that same day, we were taking Hailee to a friends house and low and behold, Austin spots a teenager on his 4-wheeler wearing a "wife beater tank" So he says, look mom, he's wearing a tank top and he looks so sweet!" Lovely! I was telling Kyle about it later that night, and what does he do? He totally eggs it on, thinking it's funny! He actually took Austin to Wal Mart, and bought him some "wife beaters." Now Austin wears them all the time. The funny thing is, he kinda looks cute! Don't worry, the tattoo is from a birthday party he went to...it's fake! For now anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233487353215508530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SKEVBQDo4DI/AAAAAAAAAWo/AEQb3Iyh71s/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233487359011936114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SKEVBlpnV3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/i3pJeLcV1Gw/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&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/9010942479877305023-785323823115847926?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/785323823115847926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=785323823115847926' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/785323823115847926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/785323823115847926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/08/wife-beater.html' title='&quot;Wife Beater&quot;'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SKEVBQDo4DI/AAAAAAAAAWo/AEQb3Iyh71s/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-9199070415769231927</id><published>2008-08-02T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:20:50.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastics Camp</title><content type='html'>My mom, dad, Hailee, Bella and I all spent this last week in Provo while Hailee attended BYU Gymnastics camp. We had such a great time. Hailee had a really great experience at the camp. She was able to learn alot of skills that she will be able to use here at home in her gym. They worked them hard everyday, and by the last day, she was so tired and didn't want to get out of bed! She met some really fun girls (and some not so fun girls) and her coach was one of the BYU gymnasts from New Zealand. I was really proud of her because it was totally out of her comfort zone to do something like that where she didn't know anyone. Besides gymnastics, we kept busy all week shopping, walking around campus, going to temple square, and more shopping. It was so fun to be able to spend time with my mom and dad. Thank you guys so much for taking us up there and for doing so much for us. I know Hailee appreciated it! I also want to say thank you to Kim, Lisa, and Jessica and Wade for taking my boys during the week so we could go. I really do appreciate it. I owe you all! Here are some pics. of our week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230174440028964786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SJVP8UtBB7I/AAAAAAAAAVU/Hbc0Xq_f3HI/s320/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230386040296304482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SJYQZFIF72I/AAAAAAAAAV0/137myP7dnVU/s320/IMG_0431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230386050481587138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SJYQZrEdA8I/AAAAAAAAAV8/e9zTJRc6iDA/s320/IMG_0451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230174425396574018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SJVP7eMYd0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/uHPCOduRhSE/s320/IMG_0453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230167545541725394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SJVJrAvKjNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/iSKyozaQunE/s320/IMG_0513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230167557696834562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SJVJruBKzAI/AAAAAAAAAUk/90EEzVV48kQ/s320/IMG_0439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230386054354298994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SJYQZ5fx6HI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ydBYnhjYFg4/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230176344184259586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SJVRrKPBBAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3cxFpLiItG0/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230386062055592578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SJYQaWL6UoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/hKTiB2Rw8Ek/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230386075960337698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SJYQbJ_D5SI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6yv7NoGxm8g/s320/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230174431777937202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SJVP7190VzI/AAAAAAAAAVE/xFJJPKBO5P8/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-9199070415769231927?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/9199070415769231927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=9199070415769231927' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/9199070415769231927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/9199070415769231927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/08/gymnastics-camp.html' title='Gymnastics Camp'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SJVP8UtBB7I/AAAAAAAAAVU/Hbc0Xq_f3HI/s72-c/063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-5493361591744788311</id><published>2008-07-26T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:20:53.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Carson!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Carson's birthday is tomarrow. I can't believe he is already 6! We had a birthday party today for him with 12 wild boys! It was successful and it's over! That's the best part! He went with the army theme. So when everyone showed up, we gave them an army helmet, and painted their faces. Then they decorated paper jets that uncle Adam made (thanks Adam). After that, we went outside and had a contest to see who could fly their jet the farthest. Then we had a water grenade toss. They were water balloons that looked like grenades. Carson got a lot of great presents, and had a fun day. When I tucked him into bed tonight, he said "This was the best birthday ever. Thank you, mom!' I just love this kid! Here are pics of the event&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227568519655546354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SIwN3y0VXfI/AAAAAAAAATk/N_vpkun-3rA/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227568528482998690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SIwN4Ts9maI/AAAAAAAAATs/vhlJh4Sboss/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227568533531018530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SIwN4mggRSI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xvsBkyEGVHE/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227568538178148386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SIwN430d2CI/AAAAAAAAAT8/NlR06a7j1_k/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;                                                                                                The camo cake that Kyle decorated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227568540445833682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SIwN5ARH-dI/AAAAAAAAAUE/UnApcqYHrfU/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                                                         We had a dance contest. The boys were so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-5493361591744788311?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/5493361591744788311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=5493361591744788311' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/5493361591744788311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/5493361591744788311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-carson.html' title='Happy Birthday Carson!!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SIwN3y0VXfI/AAAAAAAAATk/N_vpkun-3rA/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-3295327638487572625</id><published>2008-07-24T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:20:53.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easily Entertained!</title><content type='html'>With it being soooo hot outside, the kids get a little couped up in the house during the day. We don't venture outside until about 7:00 at night. By then it's still hot out, but at least the sun isn't beating down on you. Anyways, the kids were having a bit of cabin fever today, so I told them they could go outside and play in the sprinklers. I went out to check on them, and they had this little game set up. I saw Hailee sitting in a lawn chair, and the others were standing around her with a big bowl of water. They were all yelling "dunk me if you can!" Then they poured the bowl of water over her head. I asked what they were playing, and they said they wish we had a dunking tank, so they were making their own. Whatever works for them!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226819666048080306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SIlkyxvSWbI/AAAAAAAAATE/LRRdmomXSK0/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella had to get in on the action!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226819675187154674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SIlkzTyNjvI/AAAAAAAAATU/Zvb2n3Urwqs/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loved getting soaked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226819681944018658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SIlkzs9LHuI/AAAAAAAAATc/Lcte7dFN0QU/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hailee's friend Maliyah, Bella, and Hailee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-3295327638487572625?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3295327638487572625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=3295327638487572625' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3295327638487572625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3295327638487572625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/07/easily-entertained.html' title='Easily Entertained!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SIlkyxvSWbI/AAAAAAAAATE/LRRdmomXSK0/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-3533896818602076955</id><published>2008-07-20T23:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:41:50.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the sun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f5.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=1585267068852687605&amp;amp;site=widget-f5.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=1585267068852687605&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p1/1585267068852687605/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1585267068852687605&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p2/1585267068852687605/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=1585267068852687605&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p4/1585267068852687605/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we came back from Park City, the kids and I took off to Arizona to my mom and dad's house. They retired a year ago and moved from beautiful Lake Arrowhead, to the hot desert. When they built their home, they wanted to make it a grandkid friendly house, and that they did! They have a pool, air hockey, wii, wave runners, and lot's of fun toys! We had so much fun there. We swam, played with cousins, Grandma helped Hailee make a Hannah Montana blanket, and we went to a water park. Kyle talked about flying down there and meeting us all week long, but when Friday came around, he told me he wasn't going to. So I packed up all of our stuff and was ready to go home the next morning. Well, Friday night, we had been texting, and he told me he was on his way to the store to get something for dinner. Then at 11:30 that night, the doorbell rang. I was freaked out! My mom and dad had left for Colorado so it was just me and the kids at their house. I wasn't about to open the door. Then my cell phone rang and it was Kyle. He said "What, are you afraid to answer the door?" Ahhh...I could've killed him, but I was excited he was there! We got to stay and extra day, and had a ton of fun with dad! Oh and by the way, I do realize the date on the pics. says 2003! Someone must have messed with the camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-3533896818602076955?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3533896818602076955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=3533896818602076955' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3533896818602076955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3533896818602076955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_20.html' title='Fun in the sun!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-2810555255294211772</id><published>2008-07-13T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:20:54.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the fourth of July we went up to Park City. Kyle's mom and dad rented a cabin (which turned out to be a mansion, not a cabin!) It was a beautiful 9,000 sq. ft. home which was perfect for the number of people we had. There was a home theatre, pool table, a little playhouse for the kids, and a hot tub. So there was plenty to do to keep us occupied.  One of the days we went to Lagoon. The kids had a great time riding on rides with their cousins. We also went on a rhino ride and found some awesome trails. The scenery was so pretty. I felt like we were on the Sound of Music! Everything was so green!! I appreciate green after living here in the desert! The kids had so much fun playing with their cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222733016227414210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SHrgAczwgMI/AAAAAAAAASk/9mb7d8GzNpA/s320/Georgia+Golf+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;                                                                              Kyle and Carson got drenched on the water slide!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222733026837867138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SHrgBEVfKoI/AAAAAAAAASs/ekq93fRZsKc/s320/Georgia+Golf+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;                                                                                  Bella was happy as long as she had an icee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222733030729247218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SHrgBS1Q6fI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wPzivBpRh0I/s320/Georgia+Golf+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;                                                                                     Four little monkeys hanging on a tree.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222733038085588754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SHrgBuPJxxI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ZANWEDAYTuo/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;                                                                                                                All the cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-2810555255294211772?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/2810555255294211772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=2810555255294211772' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/2810555255294211772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/2810555255294211772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SHrgAczwgMI/AAAAAAAAASk/9mb7d8GzNpA/s72-c/Georgia+Golf+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-3517736404804554778</id><published>2008-06-25T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:20:57.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macho Macho Men</title><content type='html'>Carson and Austin had their good buddy Lucas over the other day. These little guys are like the 3 musketeers. They have so much fun together.  They normally are running around playing Star Wars, or Wrestle Mania or whatever boys do. But on this day, they had been up in the playroom for a while, playing very quietly, which usually isn't a good sign! I was just about to go check on them when I heard them laughing hysterically. They came down the stairs and were dressed in Hailee's old dressup clothes. We have a ton of boy dressups from past Halloweens, , but I guess they thought it would be funny to dress up like girls. Big dorks! I had to take a picture for blackmail when they get older. Plus I needed to take one for their dad's to see how macho their little boys really are! I'll be surprised if Lucas's dad let's him come back to my house! Oh well, they had fun, and I'm pretty sure this isn't going to "ruin" them! I would've just like to have overheard their conversation as they were carefully picking out their "outfits" and "accessories." &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215932431276808002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SGK26Tqxl0I/AAAAAAAAASc/cS9eCgzKFH0/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215932429683622514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SGK26Nu7gnI/AAAAAAAAASU/IL470k3lJe4/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215932424447028098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SGK256Oba4I/AAAAAAAAASM/LLtmgAyCffo/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-3517736404804554778?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3517736404804554778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=3517736404804554778' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3517736404804554778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3517736404804554778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/06/macho-macho-men.html' title='Macho Macho Men'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SGK26Tqxl0I/AAAAAAAAASc/cS9eCgzKFH0/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-797942455804022958</id><published>2008-06-11T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:20:58.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Dirt Pile</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, we had dirt hauled in so we could start landscaping our backyard. Well, it has become the kids favorite place to play. The neighborhood kids are always here playing in it too. So much for my landscaping!  I guess I'll let them enjoy it while they can, because it's gonna be too hot to even go outside pretty soon. Why do we live in the desert again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210705717164482834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SFAlPgSvoRI/AAAAAAAAARw/m1dAnsF7SCs/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                They dug a hole and put the rhino flag up in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SFAlQJ2HhnI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7gWZs6m8GeM/s1600-h/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210705728318703218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SFAlQJ2HhnI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7gWZs6m8GeM/s320/094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                               Tough guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210705741603221954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SFAlQ7VZMcI/AAAAAAAAASA/Rp7tHsR1Nog/s320/105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                Bella was dying to go get in the dirt. She loves it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-797942455804022958?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/797942455804022958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=797942455804022958' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/797942455804022958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/797942455804022958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-dirt-pile_11.html' title='Big Dirt Pile'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SFAlPgSvoRI/AAAAAAAAARw/m1dAnsF7SCs/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-3230252604157177904</id><published>2008-05-27T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:20:59.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the American Idol finale, Hailee wanted to have a party so bad! So my good friend Lisa was kind enough to host it at her house last minute. Hailee was so excited! Even though the girls only lasted about an hour before there were meltdowns, (they were all so tired) it was still fun. We went home and finished watching it, and let's just say we had one mad girl on our hands when David Cook won! Hailee seriously voted for Archuleta at least 15 times the night before. It was funny because I went into Hailee's classroom to help the next day, and most of the kids were draggin. They were all tired from watching American Idol the night before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205887169840413458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SD8GzIsZ-xI/AAAAAAAAAPg/BdRevFiGhQs/s320/122.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Hailee made this t-shirt for the party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205889785475496738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SD8JLYsZ-yI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9cpDcaqWqqs/s320/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girls before the meltdowns&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205889794065431346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SD8JL4sZ-zI/AAAAAAAAAPw/iXHPfBSkkhc/s320/129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, before meltdowns. I should've taken before and after pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-3230252604157177904?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3230252604157177904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=3230252604157177904' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3230252604157177904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/3230252604157177904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/05/american-idol.html' title='American Idol!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SD8GzIsZ-xI/AAAAAAAAAPg/BdRevFiGhQs/s72-c/122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-6421126845675532444</id><published>2008-05-26T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:01.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial weekend</title><content type='html'>For Memorial Day weekend, we went to Panaca. Kyle wanted to visit his grandma Jones who is in a care center, and put flowers on his grandma Heiselbetz's grave. All of Kyle's family was there except for one sister. The kids had so much fun with their cousins. Here are some pics. of the weekend.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SDw9IIsZ-qI/AAAAAAAAAOk/5rb8KF-WdPQ/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205102479315434146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SDw9IIsZ-qI/AAAAAAAAAOk/5rb8KF-WdPQ/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                      These boys have so much fun together! L to R Mason, Austin, Carson, Jakob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SDw9IosZ-rI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TiUbxurL_Kc/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205102487905368754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SDw9IosZ-rI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TiUbxurL_Kc/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                      Another year and cousin Dallin will be able to hold his own with these boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SDw9JIsZ-sI/AAAAAAAAAO0/G1SRk82yNPg/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205102496495303362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SDw9JIsZ-sI/AAAAAAAAAO0/G1SRk82yNPg/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                Hailee freezing her tail off at the cemetery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SDw9JosZ-tI/AAAAAAAAAO8/VEoHIdB27mM/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205102505085237970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15nWAc8iLjY/SDw9JosZ-tI/AAAAAAAAAO8/VEoHIdB27mM/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                     I think Grandma Heiselbetz would have thought these boys were so funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-6421126845675532444?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6421126845675532444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=6421126845675532444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/6421126845675532444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/6421126845675532444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-weekend.html' title='Memorial weekend'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</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/_15nWAc8iLjY/SDw9IIsZ-qI/AAAAAAAAAOk/5rb8KF-WdPQ/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-6902943417316049691</id><published>2008-05-15T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:26:31.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kyle!</title><content type='html'>Today is Kyle's 33rd birthday. So I decided to tell him and you 33 reasons why I love him. Here goes....&lt;br /&gt;1.He is the hardest worker I know. I never worry about him putting food on the table. I feel secure and know he will always take care of us.&lt;br /&gt;2.He always makes it to every event the kids are involved in. Dance recitals, soccer games, events at school, etc.&lt;br /&gt;3.He is an awesome cook. He's so much better than me! My brothers call up sometimes on the weekends just to see if Kyle's cooking anything good. If he is, they will drive 2 hrs. just to eat with us!&lt;br /&gt;4.He loves to pull pranks on people. &lt;br /&gt;5.He goes all out for everything. If we have a party or get together, he likes to make everything nice.&lt;br /&gt;6.He makes friends so easily. He has the widest variety of friends of anyone I know. &lt;br /&gt;7.He doesn't watch an excessive amount of sports on t.v. (thank you!)&lt;br /&gt;8.He is a redneck at heart&lt;br /&gt;9.He is good at everything he does&lt;br /&gt;10.He is a very loyal friend&lt;br /&gt;11.He is so good with elderly people. I think it has a lot to do with growing up right next to both of his Grandmothers. It even says in his Patriarchal Blessing to "help watch over your grandparents and those who are older and honor the older people and help them in any way you can." He does a great job with doing this. He even used to go play Bingo with my Grandpa in the home he lived in, and one time he got yelled at by all the old people for winning a whole quarter!&lt;br /&gt;12.He spends time with his kids. They love him for that&lt;br /&gt;13.He thinks he's the "Italian Stallion" (when we were in college,as a joke, he would get on LDS singles website and would write in his profile that he was the "Italian Stallion" Needless to say he got many responses!&lt;br /&gt;14.He has beautiful blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;15.He likes to shop. He is Hailee's favorite shopping buddy.&lt;br /&gt;16.He has a great sense of style (must be the two years he spent in Italy)&lt;br /&gt;17.He takes the kids on rhino rides to give me a break&lt;br /&gt;18.He has great sense of direction. Good thing because I have no sense of direction!I'm surprised he hasn't bought me a GPS yet.&lt;br /&gt;19.He bought me a pair of Nike shoes when he barely knew me to win my heart (although I wasn't sure if he was trying to hint to me that I needed to start running)&lt;br /&gt;20.He is very creative with giving me gifts. I've never recieved anything weird from him (except maybe the nikes)&lt;br /&gt;21.He has a lot of confidence.&lt;br /&gt;22.He likes to make up stories about how tough he was when he was a little boy. He tells Carson and Austin that he's fought coyotes, bears, etc. He was even bit by a snake and then he bit it's head off! Must be a man thing! The boys think he's so cool!&lt;br /&gt;23.He buys really random movies (Anaconda 2, Kyle?)&lt;br /&gt;24.He can't even make it through the movies he buys because he always falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;25.He stopped on the side of the road to help 3 Polygamist women with a flat tire. They were on they're way to Texas to support their fellow "sisters." Kyle told them how sorry he was for them and how he thought it was just awful. (Hopefully they didn't catch the sarcasm in his voice)&lt;br /&gt;26.He get's himself into the most random situations all the time. (see #25)&lt;br /&gt;27.When he was in highschool, he called into the radio station and dedicated 2 Princess by the Spin Doctors to all the "ladies in Panaca" He will never live that one down!&lt;br /&gt;28.He wants me to get a perm. I can't tell him enough how perms are not in style anymore! Will someone help me out on this one?&lt;br /&gt;29.When we were dating, he hitch hiked from Provo to Cedar because he was so poor just to see me. What were you thinking, Kyle?&lt;br /&gt;30.He treats my family like his own. He will never know how much I appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;31.He loves to do things spur of the moment. I used to be a planner, but being married to him has changed that!&lt;br /&gt;32.He is always willing to serve people. He's constantly helping someone.&lt;br /&gt;33.Last but not least....He was named the Godfather of the annual "Muddy to the Meadow" Rhino club!&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, we love you. Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9010942479877305023-6902943417316049691?l=kyleandgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6902943417316049691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9010942479877305023&amp;postID=6902943417316049691' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/6902943417316049691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9010942479877305023/posts/default/6902943417316049691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleandgeri.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-kyle.html' title='Happy Birthday Kyle!'/><author><name>Gerilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18405722921366620994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9010942479877305023.post-2419792523077916041</id><published>2008-05-14T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:29:33.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Tag</title><content type='html'>My sister in-law Jess tagged me, so here goes!&lt;br /&gt;1. What is his name? Robert Kyle but goes by Kyle&lt;br /&gt;2. Who eats more? He probably does, but I can seriously put food away! Especially    sweets.&lt;br /&gt;3. Who said I love you first? He did&lt;br /&gt;4. Who is taller? He is&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is smarter?  He is more book smart, and I am more common sense smart. At least I like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;6. 
