<?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-7658118073159926967</id><updated>2011-09-30T12:24:27.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christensen Chronicle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-810900527790959661</id><published>2011-06-19T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T19:59:31.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Happy with Toothless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On the day that How to Train Your Dragon was released on DVD, Braden got to go to the store with his friends, had his photo taken riding Toothless (the dragon), and got his own copy of the movie to watch over and over again in the coming months. If you now ask him if he liked that day he will say "Graaaalth" in a raspy voice which means "yes" in his new language - dragonese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620131004824777730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oNK1hoGscTk/Tf63X0W9dAI/AAAAAAAAAi8/_RJXDdR-AhY/s320/02%2BIMG_2143.JPG" /&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/7658118073159926967-810900527790959661?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/810900527790959661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=810900527790959661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/810900527790959661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/810900527790959661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2011/06/totally-happy-with-toothless.html' title='Totally Happy with Toothless'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/-oNK1hoGscTk/Tf63X0W9dAI/AAAAAAAAAi8/_RJXDdR-AhY/s72-c/02%2BIMG_2143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-1827280975061858003</id><published>2011-06-19T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T19:47:00.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Corny Day with the Yonally Clan</title><content type='html'>If you know the Yonallys you know how they love to laugh and be silly. It only made sense to take them to the corniest place we know of - Cornbelly's. There they keps us entertained by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RC8Zaoiycko/Tf6xgxh5lhI/AAAAAAAAAi0/6jbgHq3GpI0/s1600/01%2BIMG_2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620124561614411282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RC8Zaoiycko/Tf6xgxh5lhI/AAAAAAAAAi0/6jbgHq3GpI0/s320/01%2BIMG_2128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Driving conspicuously small vehicles (oh to have Loyce doing this in video. Hillarious.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yQHB2QLSNjg/Tf6xgaiM7HI/AAAAAAAAAis/UYmLJ1u6f9o/s1600/01%2BIMG_2117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620124555441663090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yQHB2QLSNjg/Tf6xgaiM7HI/AAAAAAAAAis/UYmLJ1u6f9o/s320/01%2BIMG_2117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A tetherball to the death match - with victorious Carolyn laughing so hard she couldn't breath after Kathy was knocked on her rear end by Carolyn's wicked tetherball arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NfZD-sbdtXc/Tf6xgM9ccsI/AAAAAAAAAic/9CaVIt2NxVk/s1600/01%2BIMG_2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620124551797830338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NfZD-sbdtXc/Tf6xgM9ccsI/AAAAAAAAAic/9CaVIt2NxVk/s320/01%2BIMG_2099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competitive rubber ducky races&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amazingly good day for all - except perhaps Kathy. Are your bruises gone yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-1827280975061858003?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/1827280975061858003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=1827280975061858003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/1827280975061858003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/1827280975061858003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2011/06/corny-day-with-yonally-clan.html' title='A Corny Day with the Yonally Clan'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/-RC8Zaoiycko/Tf6xgxh5lhI/AAAAAAAAAi0/6jbgHq3GpI0/s72-c/01%2BIMG_2128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-8673897850725352176</id><published>2011-06-19T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T19:26:09.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up again ...</title><content type='html'>I think of myself as an easy going person. I don't ask for much. All I REALLY want is to be an exscellent mom and wife, a great cook, a successful business owner and consultant for other businesses, a good landlord and rental manager, to keep up on ALL of my projects (including my blog) and have a completely clean house with manicured yard. Seems like that is asking TOO much so here I am catching up on my blog again. If I ever catch up completely I might tackle my junk drawer ... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-8673897850725352176?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/8673897850725352176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=8673897850725352176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8673897850725352176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8673897850725352176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2011/06/catching-up-again.html' title='Catching up again ...'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-304199391711911</id><published>2011-03-05T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T08:04:50.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KdByETHGHio/TXJe8SixPcI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Xai7McgsGlg/s1600/00%2BFlowers%2Bfrom%2BCailin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580627278128299458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KdByETHGHio/TXJe8SixPcI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Xai7McgsGlg/s320/00%2BFlowers%2Bfrom%2BCailin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cailin sending everyone love from the Children's Museum on her last visit (October 2010 - I am depressingly behind...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-304199391711911?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/304199391711911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=304199391711911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/304199391711911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/304199391711911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2011/03/flower-girl.html' title='Flower Girl'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/-KdByETHGHio/TXJe8SixPcI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Xai7McgsGlg/s72-c/00%2BFlowers%2Bfrom%2BCailin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-4127250569688464711</id><published>2011-01-01T16:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T16:48:31.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time at Connie's wedding in the canyons. The setting was beautiful, it was wonderful to see Connie so happy and the music was so engaging that both of the kids and Grandpa Christensen did a jig or two. (Where is a video camera when you need one?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557383976710265490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TR_LSFRDWpI/AAAAAAAAAhU/2A61ahPfnhU/s320/Connie%2BWeddine%2BGrandparents.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557383810754517426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TR_LIbCHmbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/rwqO3U8e3sI/s320/Connie%2BWeddine%2BKids%2BDancing.jpg" /&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/7658118073159926967-4127250569688464711?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/4127250569688464711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=4127250569688464711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/4127250569688464711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/4127250569688464711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2011/01/wedding-dance.html' title='Wedding Dance'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TR_LSFRDWpI/AAAAAAAAAhU/2A61ahPfnhU/s72-c/Connie%2BWeddine%2BGrandparents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-7672489930375542808</id><published>2010-11-07T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:53:42.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christensen Camping Trip</title><content type='html'>Camping with the Christensens has changed over the last several years from a backpack trip in remote areas of the Uintas to a posh experience in a camper. While I have very fond memories of watching dragonflies with my sister-in-law, Karen, around a Uintah lake, I have to say that having a bed is a nice change :). After just a short drive from home we met up with Grandma and Grandpa Christensen and enjoyed a hot dog dinner, an evening roasting marshmellows and awaoke to a gourmet breakfast. (How DOES my father-in-law create such delicious fried potatoes? I wish I knew....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537052149240227378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TNePl9pG5jI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aVX5FCFvmm0/s320/Csmping.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537052157477952866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TNePmcVInWI/AAAAAAAAAgo/KCn8lyJ_Qpg/s320/Csmpinh+kifd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-7672489930375542808?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/7672489930375542808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=7672489930375542808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/7672489930375542808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/7672489930375542808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/11/christensen-camping-trip.html' title='Christensen Camping Trip'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TNePl9pG5jI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aVX5FCFvmm0/s72-c/Csmping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-8783583265997763142</id><published>2010-10-10T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:07:03.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of reasons to smile ...</title><content type='html'>#1 - New pajamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526647370809995586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TLKYgJf58UI/AAAAAAAAAgY/1CqSwrA4pEQ/s320/New+PJs.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;#2 (Cailin only)- naturally tan skin - lucky girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-8783583265997763142?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/8783583265997763142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=8783583265997763142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8783583265997763142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8783583265997763142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-reason-to-smile.html' title='A couple of reasons to smile ...'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TLKYgJf58UI/AAAAAAAAAgY/1CqSwrA4pEQ/s72-c/New+PJs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-3712766936091503377</id><published>2010-09-27T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T07:41:15.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deer Valley Retreat</title><content type='html'>My family (including all of my brothers and sisters and their families) got together for a family reunion at a Deer Valley condo in July. By "Condo" I mean something like a mini mansion. We had 3 levels that were each about the size of my home. There was a pool table, two kitchens, and several balconies with wonderful views. In fact that only thing it didn't have was air conditioning. (My fault - I booked it for us but for some reason assumed that ait conditionining came with most places these days ...) We rode the alpine coaster and let the kids do some high flying bunji tramopline jumping. We went to a ranch nearby for a big dinner and wagon ride. The kids playhed with eachother nonstop. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there Mike told us that one of his last business trips had taken him to California near where we used to live. He had driven by our old home and brought a picture. It was fun to take a trip down our memory lane while we watched our kids make wonderful memories of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521600796860083650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TKCqq4hb7cI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/IBCyFdCtBu4/s320/Petaluma+Home.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The home I gew up in. Nothing has changed except for the house color, garage door, steps to the front, gravel (we had grass), and all of the plants you see. Othre than that, exactly the same :)&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/7658118073159926967-3712766936091503377?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/3712766936091503377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=3712766936091503377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/3712766936091503377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/3712766936091503377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/09/deer-valley-retreat.html' title='Deer Valley Retreat'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TKCqq4hb7cI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/IBCyFdCtBu4/s72-c/Petaluma+Home.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-829680223104474473</id><published>2010-09-26T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T12:38:49.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Camp</title><content type='html'>Braden attended a fum summer camp put on by his preschool this year. Each week they had new themes like dinosaur and butterflies, sesame street characters, farm animals, etc. He had lots of fun and always made something cool to bring home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521308483289178562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TJ-gz_nNYcI/AAAAAAAAAgI/NK-OVlKNLlg/s320/Pirate+Bradewn.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Braden showing off his "Pirates and Princesses" week booty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-829680223104474473?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/829680223104474473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=829680223104474473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/829680223104474473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/829680223104474473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-camp.html' title='Summer Camp'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TJ-gz_nNYcI/AAAAAAAAAgI/NK-OVlKNLlg/s72-c/Pirate+Bradewn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-6689516930853196609</id><published>2010-09-22T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T20:04:57.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse of the Ware Pager</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TJrDwiaN7dI/AAAAAAAAAgA/4dzUeZKjAdw/s1600/Pager.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519939531933871570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TJrDwiaN7dI/AAAAAAAAAgA/4dzUeZKjAdw/s320/Pager.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you work for a hospital and get urgent pages from places like the ER and operating rooms, losing your pager is bad. Over the years my pager has spent time in my laundry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;basket&lt;/span&gt;, under my bed, in the couch cushions, beneath the seats in my car, in the washing machine and even in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; "porcelain express" - sad but true. Each time my mounting tension has only been relieved once I have found the pager and, as necessary, dried it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On July 14&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I lost my pager - permanently. Aaron decided to go back to school to get an MBA and between his school, work and on call schedules we just couldn't juggle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; work and on call schedules too. I knew I would be sad to leave the job I really enjoyed and the wonderful friends I had made at work, but I thought leaving the pager behind would be a piece of cake. Not so. For about a week I panicked every time I realized I wasn't wearing my pager and felt disoriented every morning when my pager wasn't on my bedside table. For about a month I kept trying to remember if I was on call before committing to do things. And today (2 1/2 months later) I saw something small and black and felt the desperate urge to attach it to my hip. Do I like being at home? I think I love it - but I will let you know for certain once I finally feel like I have left my job!&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/7658118073159926967-6689516930853196609?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/6689516930853196609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=6689516930853196609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/6689516930853196609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/6689516930853196609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/09/curse-of-ware-pager.html' title='Curse of the Ware Pager'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TJrDwiaN7dI/AAAAAAAAAgA/4dzUeZKjAdw/s72-c/Pager.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-2961754976722863700</id><published>2010-09-12T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T17:26:27.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>We celebrated Abby's birthday on July 11 and got a possible glimpse of Cailin's future ... Then at Lilly's bithday later that week we were taken back to the present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516185154890793266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TI1tLCCMgTI/AAAAAAAAAfw/WhKwe1pnLGQ/s320/Csilin+eiyh+hsit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cailin with hair longer than mine - using Abby's new Hannah Montana Wig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516184966616350818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TI1tAEqEgGI/AAAAAAAAAfo/hR-r43VRvcg/s320/Lilly+bday+Csilin.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cailin at Lilly's birthday party with lashes longer than her hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516184622405055554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TI1ssCXs9EI/AAAAAAAAAfg/2tkvI0imSSM/s320/Lilly+bday+Lilly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Little Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516184499035932722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TI1sk2yNiDI/AAAAAAAAAfY/MxzV1awcpEY/s320/Lilly+bday.jpg" /&gt;Tyler, Braden and Jack&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/7658118073159926967-2961754976722863700?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/2961754976722863700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=2961754976722863700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2961754976722863700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2961754976722863700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/09/hair-today-gone-tomorrow.html' title='Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TI1tLCCMgTI/AAAAAAAAAfw/WhKwe1pnLGQ/s72-c/Csilin+eiyh+hsit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-1272353167306728211</id><published>2010-09-09T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T10:13:26.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of 47 Horse Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a real parade. There were real horses. But smiles? We coulsn't photograph a real one to save our lives! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514962219208074882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TIkU6zmY5oI/AAAAAAAAAew/9yNsH807go8/s320/Horse+Parade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Braden sporting fake smile #15&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-1272353167306728211?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/1272353167306728211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=1272353167306728211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/1272353167306728211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/1272353167306728211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/09/days-of-47-horse-parade.html' title='Days of 47 Horse Parade'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TIkU6zmY5oI/AAAAAAAAAew/9yNsH807go8/s72-c/Horse+Parade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-2848472104804701224</id><published>2010-09-09T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T10:04:57.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hometown July 4th</title><content type='html'>On the 4th of July my parents were in Australia preparing for my Aunt Frances' funersl but we still met up with Ben and Kim and their family for the morning parade. After the parade we walked around the fair with Grandma and Grandpa Christensen hunting for the balloon and face painting ladies. One spider on a webbed cheek and a pop-able dragon later we decided to abandon the festivities and enjoy a lunch in the cool of a restaurant. Another fun holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514960513551489650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TIkTXhiK2nI/AAAAAAAAAeo/hJPuxSyazfQ/s320/July+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking out for parade candy. I still have candhy left in myh purse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-2848472104804701224?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/2848472104804701224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=2848472104804701224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2848472104804701224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2848472104804701224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/09/hometown-july-4th.html' title='Hometown July 4th'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TIkTXhiK2nI/AAAAAAAAAeo/hJPuxSyazfQ/s72-c/July+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-7038267682698118193</id><published>2010-09-08T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T08:19:55.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest Aunt Frances</title><content type='html'>There are some people that have the ability to leave a big impression in a small amount of time. That was my Aunt Frances. Her sunny disposition and sense of humor quickly touched everyone around her. When she was diagnosed with colon cancer she joked about having to "put on weight" and the anti-nausea pills that she "couldn't keep down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt es passed away in early July just a few days before her birthday. I miss her so much. But even as my eyes tear up I can't help but remember her contagious laughter and start to smile. Heaven must be an even happier place now that she is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514560929262816274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TIen8qD1TBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/pPTpD4RqYgA/s320/Aunt+Frances.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas in Australia 2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-7038267682698118193?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/7038267682698118193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=7038267682698118193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/7038267682698118193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/7038267682698118193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/09/dearestl-aunt-frances.html' title='Dearest Aunt Frances'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TIen8qD1TBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/pPTpD4RqYgA/s72-c/Aunt+Frances.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-8523008356609700601</id><published>2010-09-07T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:50:15.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Lake Silver Lining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is nothing we like better than spending time as a family, watching our kids' friendship grow, and interacting with animals while we do it. We love Silver Lake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514396567542972626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TIcSdi8IQNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/mBVSRgYIyfk/s320/Silver+Lake+Squirrel.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the many people-loving squirrels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514396585753644482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TIcSemx5DcI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LOvwh57cOc8/s320/Silver+Lake+Kids+walkking.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our squirrel-loving kids &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514396576026411346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TIcSeCivQVI/AAAAAAAAAeI/AYX-Au2Et7o/s320/Silver+Lake+Moose.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And a moose that we enjoyed watching from the safety of our car.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-8523008356609700601?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/8523008356609700601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=8523008356609700601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8523008356609700601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8523008356609700601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/09/silver-lake-silver-lining.html' title='Silver Lake Silver Lining'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TIcSdi8IQNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/mBVSRgYIyfk/s72-c/Silver+Lake+Squirrel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-232311220890715377</id><published>2010-07-16T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T15:37:27.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Ninja, Little Buddha</title><content type='html'>Every parent knows each child is special ... but when we saw Cailin quickly catch 3 flies with her tiny fingers this past week we finally realized she must be part Ninja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494701738680844898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TEEaHoDLAmI/AAAAAAAAAdo/wWtTbervxFo/s320/Ninja+Baby+Cailin.jpg" /&gt; When Braden worked for a few days to catch one fly and then burst into racking sobs because he had injured it - we realized he must be part Buddhist Monk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495004235865897026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TEItPR4NuEI/AAAAAAAAAdw/XlixjFHCndw/s320/Buddhist+Braden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes I do like phosothop - but at least the fly stories are real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-232311220890715377?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/232311220890715377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=232311220890715377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/232311220890715377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/232311220890715377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/07/baby-ninja.html' title='Baby Ninja, Little Buddha'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TEEaHoDLAmI/AAAAAAAAAdo/wWtTbervxFo/s72-c/Ninja+Baby+Cailin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-8425146569319282351</id><published>2010-07-16T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T08:24:47.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't think I could call myself a legitimate "mother of two" unless I did something ridiculous like forget to blog about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cailin&lt;/span&gt; walking. (Hooray - I'm officially in the club...) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cailin&lt;/span&gt; walked (consistently and for increasing distances) 3 days before turning 11 months old. Thank goodness I DID remember to buy her some shoes ... eventually!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494697929590583858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TEEWp6FSMjI/AAAAAAAAAdg/JHKis-2cLJM/s320/Cailin+Robeez.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cailin's&lt;/span&gt; first real pair of shoes (above) - after an experiment with cute flowery shoes that cooked her little feet like an oven (below)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514563201828341266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TIeqA8BrRhI/AAAAAAAAAeg/RO8ZP8Felj8/s320/Cailin+gitdy+dhord.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-8425146569319282351?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/8425146569319282351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=8425146569319282351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8425146569319282351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8425146569319282351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/07/baby-shoes.html' title='Baby Shoes'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TEEWp6FSMjI/AAAAAAAAAdg/JHKis-2cLJM/s72-c/Cailin+Robeez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-979632000988746670</id><published>2010-07-16T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T19:28:28.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Morning Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Proof that Braden's dino art skills continue to grow - and that he never actually gets dressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494696071461538658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TEEU9wAzC2I/AAAAAAAAAdY/krHzM3zVavU/s320/Dinosaur+Magnadoodle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-979632000988746670?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/979632000988746670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=979632000988746670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/979632000988746670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/979632000988746670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/07/early-morning-art.html' title='Early Morning Art'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TEEU9wAzC2I/AAAAAAAAAdY/krHzM3zVavU/s72-c/Dinosaur+Magnadoodle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-5273303123286716708</id><published>2010-07-05T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T15:17:25.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Birthday - Cailin is 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For Cailin's birthday we decorated with butterflies , balloons, paper lanterns and Cailin wore a pink pair of butterfly wings. There was a butterfly hunt (kids used colorful butterfly nets to gather candies with butterfly wings that were scattered all over our back yard), a game of musical presents, and water fun for the kids. We ate pulled pork sandwiches (that roasted for almost 20 hours), fruit kabobs, cookie fruit salad, chips with avocado/salsa dip and pink lemonade. Cailin's cake was the talk of the party (just SO cute - thanks CoreyEllen!). And we learned that although she had not had chocolate before, she loves it! (That's my girl...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cailin got more presents than a 1 year oud could possible need. We gave her a small kitchen that she and Braden can play with together. Our family gave her some foods to go with the kitchen, a few soft ponies, books, a stuffed dinosaur, and lots of cute summer dresses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490548904205159986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TDJZI2EPDjI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/2d5sLG6WUss/s320/Birthday+Butterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490547374941713154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TDJXv1HaswI/AAAAAAAAAcg/6ZzTH-NWzjw/s320/Birthday+Butterfly+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490547401251574162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TDJXxXILUZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MihbJNI99og/s320/decorations+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490547406689450546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TDJXxrYqujI/AAAAAAAAAc4/UN1RK4QvX_g/s320/Butterfly++Cake+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490548135724010418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TDJYcHQDS7I/AAAAAAAAAdA/CEq2rcOqeY0/s320/Butterfly+Cake+Lit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490548146558327298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TDJYcvnJ2gI/AAAAAAAAAdI/JyiWAUkCJsE/s320/eating+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What fun to be 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7658118073159926967-5273303123286716708?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/5273303123286716708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=5273303123286716708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5273303123286716708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5273303123286716708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/07/butterfly-birthday-cailin-is-1.html' title='Butterfly Birthday - Cailin is 1'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TDJZI2EPDjI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/2d5sLG6WUss/s72-c/Birthday+Butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-8034605998121025278</id><published>2010-07-05T14:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T14:50:54.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk JUg Cuddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You know how kids sometimes do things that just make you laugh and you have to get them written down for memory sake in spite of how crazy it makes you seem to your friends and family ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For whatever reason, both Braden and Cailin have LOVED cuddling with milk jugs in the grocery cart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490542572939799634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TDJTYUQ8bFI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/46PLMjnYgkY/s320/Mulk+Jug+Hug+Progression.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cailin finds love at Sams Club one morning...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-8034605998121025278?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/8034605998121025278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=8034605998121025278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8034605998121025278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8034605998121025278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/07/milk-jug-cuddle.html' title='Milk JUg Cuddle'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TDJTYUQ8bFI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/46PLMjnYgkY/s72-c/Mulk+Jug+Hug+Progression.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-7930251443865865048</id><published>2010-06-30T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:51:36.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool at the Dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Braden had his first dental appointment with teeth cleaning and all. Who else could make this look so cool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488641247205729346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TCuSIl9BJEI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ayCkQN4vGJk/s320/07+Braden+First+Dentist+Visit.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/7658118073159926967-7930251443865865048?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/7930251443865865048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=7930251443865865048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/7930251443865865048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/7930251443865865048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/06/cool-at-dentist.html' title='Cool at the Dentist'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TCuSIl9BJEI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ayCkQN4vGJk/s72-c/07+Braden+First+Dentist+Visit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-1160598448171656077</id><published>2010-06-30T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:49:41.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhino Climb</title><content type='html'>Yet another early morning at the Zoo - this time with just our family. Braden's favorite activity? Climbing the rhino again ... and again ... and again ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488640282336989074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TCuRQbiYj5I/AAAAAAAAAbw/DZQGckGnxMM/s320/09+Zoo+Braden+clinbing+Rhino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488640288613644370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TCuRQy62uFI/AAAAAAAAAb4/gnue2Xm1d5k/s320/09+Zoo+Braden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488640303225979586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TCuRRpWtQsI/AAAAAAAAAcA/UaMDuo9gLj0/s320/Cailin+Excited.jpg" border="0" /&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/7658118073159926967-1160598448171656077?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/1160598448171656077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=1160598448171656077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/1160598448171656077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/1160598448171656077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/06/rhino-climb.html' title='Rhino Climb'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TCuRQbiYj5I/AAAAAAAAAbw/DZQGckGnxMM/s72-c/09+Zoo+Braden+clinbing+Rhino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-7937751202015763722</id><published>2010-06-30T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:42:51.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Visiting graves on Memorial Day always makes me think about how precious life is, how wonderful it is to know that life continues after death and that spending time with grandparents is a wonderful way to use the time we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488638618757547362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TCuPvmOIxWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Bk_Jzdo7gp4/s320/06a+Memorial+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cailin on Grandpa Christensen';s shoulders - Yes I know - everyone who has a Costco or Sams Club membership has a pair of those pajamas, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-7937751202015763722?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/7937751202015763722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=7937751202015763722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/7937751202015763722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/7937751202015763722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TCuPvmOIxWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Bk_Jzdo7gp4/s72-c/06a+Memorial+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-4414774861505575535</id><published>2010-06-20T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:25:15.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candyman Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Leah Wright recently offered special mini photo sessions to generate proceeds for a friend, called the candyman by her kids, that had recently been paralyzed in a recreational accident. It took a while for her to process the images but here they are. Thank you to Becca (my sister-in-law) for noticing that these slots were available!  If anyone wants to check out Leah's blog, go to &lt;a href="http://www.thewrightfampics.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.thewrightfampics.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TB7pHjwmZTI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-psQYdUf_94/s1600/06+IMG_8112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485077712251282738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TB7pHjwmZTI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-psQYdUf_94/s320/06+IMG_8112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TB7pHE73t7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3AxKaIeOF3s/s1600/06+IMG_8129bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485077703977056178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TB7pHE73t7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3AxKaIeOF3s/s320/06+IMG_8129bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TB7pGoDoGtI/AAAAAAAAAbI/6I-tk4q_Naw/s1600/06+IMG_8102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485077696224959186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TB7pGoDoGtI/AAAAAAAAAbI/6I-tk4q_Naw/s320/06+IMG_8102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TB7pGC2A5EI/AAAAAAAAAbA/6WKpiHKhl5A/s1600/06+IMG_8092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485077686235751490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TB7pGC2A5EI/AAAAAAAAAbA/6WKpiHKhl5A/s320/06+IMG_8092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485077720642884786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TB7pIDBUFLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/MO8oi4wmL3U/s320/06+IMG_8133.jpg" border="0" /&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/7658118073159926967-4414774861505575535?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/4414774861505575535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=4414774861505575535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/4414774861505575535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/4414774861505575535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/06/candyman-photo-shoot.html' title='Candyman Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TB7pHjwmZTI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-psQYdUf_94/s72-c/06+IMG_8112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-5189033601852249495</id><published>2010-06-20T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:07:46.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo with the Wikers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know it has not escaped your notice that we go to the Zoo a lot. A few weeks ago we went on an early member morning with the Wikers from our neighborhood. Braden had great fun running around with Alex and Jacob. And of course, he spent quite a bit of time with his pal, the rhinocerous statue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485073452575294786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TB7lPnOtBUI/AAAAAAAAAa4/iySuksYU-u8/s320/05a+Zoo+with+Wykers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-5189033601852249495?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/5189033601852249495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=5189033601852249495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5189033601852249495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5189033601852249495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/06/zoo-with-wikers.html' title='Zoo with the Wikers'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TB7lPnOtBUI/AAAAAAAAAa4/iySuksYU-u8/s72-c/05a+Zoo+with+Wykers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-5373219892018856659</id><published>2010-06-16T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T05:31:00.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mighty T-Rex</title><content type='html'>Braden's first drawing that actually looks somewhat like the thing he inteended it to look like! And of course, it is a dinosaur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483347094424640162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TBjDIV9Z2qI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Nyrv0YqQNDg/s320/05+Dinosaur+Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A T-Rex - complete with head, body, tail, bumps on its back, legs with feet, arms with two fingers each (since it is a t-rex) and one all seeing eye. Hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-5373219892018856659?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/5373219892018856659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=5373219892018856659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5373219892018856659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5373219892018856659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/06/mighty-t-rex.html' title='The Mighty T-Rex'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TBjDIV9Z2qI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Nyrv0YqQNDg/s72-c/05+Dinosaur+Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-8746286861073635776</id><published>2010-06-16T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T05:24:12.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cailin 10 Months</title><content type='html'>Cailin finally started walking on Monday, May 24th - still in her 10th month but only by 3 days. We were thrilled. After all - she could already get anywhere she wanted by crawling and standing but now she doesn't get quite as dirty doing it:). Today, a few weeks later, she walks everywhere. Occasionally she even tries to "run" away so that we will chase yer - but she gets so excited that she stiffens up and looks like a Scooby Doo mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last month or so she has also become very fond of books. She does like to sit and look at them by herself, but if someone else is around she prefers that they read to her. She will read with Braden or whoever is willing for as long as they can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483345641772180994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TBjBzyaEZgI/AAAAAAAAAao/7SNVTm9UZsQ/s320/04+Cailin+Reading.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cailin contemplating how to get me to ready "That's Not My Puppy" to her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-8746286861073635776?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/8746286861073635776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=8746286861073635776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8746286861073635776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8746286861073635776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/06/cailin-10-months.html' title='Cailin 10 Months'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TBjBzyaEZgI/AAAAAAAAAao/7SNVTm9UZsQ/s72-c/04+Cailin+Reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-8947288324654896293</id><published>2010-06-15T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:35:17.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Skills Class</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder where your tax dollars are going? Well some of the Sandy Caty's MUST be going to the communicty sports class Braden just attended with his friend, Jack B0wers. After paying only $32 out of OUR pocket, Braden got to attend class for 6 weeks, received a t-shirt, sports skills book, completion certificate AND trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braden really enjoyed most parts of the class (especially playing sharks and minnows at the end) but his favorite was the baseball portion and that is where he created our most fond memories. On the first day an instructor wanted to see Braden hit the ball. Braden smacked it so hard that it hit a far off window, breaking one of its blinds and then apparently disappeared (until we found it later lodged between a bench and pole!) On the last day of class a similar incedent occurred only this time his ball smacked the trophy table so hard that one of the tophies shattered. And after the teacher teased him he (unwittingly of course) hit the next ball straight into that teacher's stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483209508053898562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TBhF_wyY1UI/AAAAAAAAAag/8n2FNlV0LuU/s320/03+Sports+Class+with+Jack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jack and Braden with their trophies - picture provided by Aaron's phone.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-8947288324654896293?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/8947288324654896293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=8947288324654896293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8947288324654896293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8947288324654896293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/06/sports-skills-class.html' title='Sports Skills Class'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TBhF_wyY1UI/AAAAAAAAAag/8n2FNlV0LuU/s72-c/03+Sports+Class+with+Jack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-5358089277671018754</id><published>2010-06-13T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:35:21.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 year old Preschool Graduation</title><content type='html'>Miss Nicole held a graduation program on the last day of 4 year old preschool. The kids sang songs and recited poems together. As usual, Braden kept the adults laughing with his almost non-stop editorial (ie "Hey - look at that boy - he's standing on a lady bug...). ANd, as a bonus, Cailin decided to join in the antics. As the kids were singing "The Wheels on the Bus" and got to the verse about the babies on the bus going wa-wa-wa, Cailin let out a loud fake cry and all of the adults giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their performance the kids had a little graduation ceremony and were awarded a star necklace by Miss Nicole. It may have been a bit over the top (based on the way things used to be when I was little) but Braden loved it and so did we. It is so fun to watch our little boy grow and learn. We love you, Braden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482449685612260914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TBWS8Rne7jI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/N20fmUWvCPk/s320/02+Preschool+Graduation+Singing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From left to right, Back row - Christian, Tyler (cousin), Lilly, not sure, not sure, not sure; Front row - Jack, not sure, not sure, Ellie, Braden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482449696332043458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TBWS85jR1MI/AAAAAAAAAaY/OooYbDnk7Vg/s320/02+Preschool+Graduation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tyler, Braden and Christian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-5358089277671018754?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/5358089277671018754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=5358089277671018754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5358089277671018754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5358089277671018754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/06/4-year-old-preschool-graduation.html' title='4 year old Preschool Graduation'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TBWS8Rne7jI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/N20fmUWvCPk/s72-c/02+Preschool+Graduation+Singing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-7749651044025451239</id><published>2010-06-13T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T13:53:45.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tucanos</title><content type='html'>For a belated Mother's day we met CJ in Provo to move the washer and dryer from Kathy's to Grandma Guthrie's house. When the work was done we celebrated at Tucanos, a Brazillian restaurant where they bring all sorts of different meats to your table. I loved the garlic sirloin, Braden loved the brown sugar grilled pineapple and Aaron can't remember so he must have loved it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482363738048184178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TBVExd_YP3I/AAAAAAAAAaI/TEZ82P8W07E/s320/01+Provo+Mothers+Day+Celebration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My family (I'm taking the picture), Carolyn, Kathy, Grandma, GG and CJ&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/7658118073159926967-7749651044025451239?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/7749651044025451239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=7749651044025451239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/7749651044025451239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/7749651044025451239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/06/tucanos.html' title='Tucanos'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TBVExd_YP3I/AAAAAAAAAaI/TEZ82P8W07E/s72-c/01+Provo+Mothers+Day+Celebration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-2491052368076925076</id><published>2010-06-13T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T13:44:05.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday Riddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Question:  How many regular candles does it take to equal the light of a super Mayan birthday candle?  Answer:  We have no idea - but it must be something like 39!  Happy 39th Aaron!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482360235748847762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TBVBlm6JcJI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0Jg9J5SRges/s320/01+Birthday+Candle+Dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aaron on 1st 39th birthday.  (My father has celebrated 39 more than 20 times now!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-2491052368076925076?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/2491052368076925076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=2491052368076925076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2491052368076925076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2491052368076925076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/06/birthday-riddle.html' title='A Birthday Riddle'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TBVBlm6JcJI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0Jg9J5SRges/s72-c/01+Birthday+Candle+Dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-4428437834505208536</id><published>2010-06-13T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T13:33:09.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Animals, Batman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Aaron and I watched the Nelson boys while their parents attended some foster care classes in preparation for taking in a baby. For the last class (end of April) Aaron took all the boys to the zoo for the Earth day celebration.  They saw Chester Cheetah who gave them free chips and made masks. Amazingly Braden seemed to like the rhino statue (be ready to see this again) almost as much the visiting batmobile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482357346444389218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TBU-9baSK2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/kyWh0QfAbMo/s320/001+Batmobile+Zoo+Trip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left to right:  Enoch, Noah, Braden and Elijah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482357358846704418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TBU--JnOeyI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wBuBSiPY-gk/s320/001+Batmobile.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Right to left:  Noah, Enoch, Elijah and ... Batman (either making bat wings with his arms or complaining about the noise.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-4428437834505208536?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/4428437834505208536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=4428437834505208536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/4428437834505208536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/4428437834505208536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/06/holy-animals-batman.html' title='Holy Animals, Batman!'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TBU-9baSK2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/kyWh0QfAbMo/s72-c/001+Batmobile+Zoo+Trip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-3049789565401638994</id><published>2010-06-02T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:41:01.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3rd 3rd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;While some wards like getting together for food or sports, our ward likes racing cars. . After the scouts are done with their "real" pinewood derby, the ward borrows the track for a huge race that anyone can enter. Engineers, mechanics and contractors spend weeks creating thier perfect vehicles and we all have a great time watching them race. This year there was a bat mobile, a truck, and even a racing tube of lipstick. In the end it is very competitive so coming in 3rd place with a car that Braden and Aaron designed just days earlier is no small accompoishment. Congratuations, Braden (and Aaron!)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478339394766753218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TAb4p3AZzcI/AAAAAAAAAZo/DkR_p6YsaXg/s320/14+Pinewood+3rd+place.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Braden with his car and trophy - just a little red and out of breath from all the celebratory dancing he did when he won. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;INTERESTING NOTE:  Aaron has participated in 2 other pinewood derbies and his car came in 3rd both times! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-3049789565401638994?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/3049789565401638994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=3049789565401638994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/3049789565401638994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/3049789565401638994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/06/3rd-3rd.html' title='The 3rd 3rd'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/TAb4p3AZzcI/AAAAAAAAAZo/DkR_p6YsaXg/s72-c/14+Pinewood+3rd+place.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-2386938826456247525</id><published>2010-05-02T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T20:25:40.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Break Free Run to Salt Lake Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back when I used to put on the Break Free Run with Elizabeth, my brother, Ben, came out to support me and ran what I think was his first 5k. It is hard to explain what that meant to me - but it meant a lot. This time WE got to support him - cheering as he finished the Salt Lake Marathon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I always tear up as I see runners finishing a race - I love how the crowd goes wild for everyone they know AND everyone they don't. But of course this race was particularly special to me. It was so neat to be there with all of the relatives that could come. I am so proud of my brother. I love you, Ben! I hope you know that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466877387288649250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S95ABNv0niI/AAAAAAAAAZA/I3d7jMTQ2Pw/s320/10+Waiting+for+Ben.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Waiting - Ben's Family (Kim, Abby, Jack, Max, Lola), Kims parents and grandparents, my family (Aaron, Braden, Cailin and me), Sarah &amp;amp; Tyler and our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466877391191563474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S95ABcSWXNI/AAAAAAAAAZI/_DflkKbiB_4/s320/11+Ben+with+Abby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ben finishing strong with Abby running the last block with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466877398848159026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S95AB4z0vTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/lpfl6OUpiF4/s320/12+Water.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My brother, Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466877408456261538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S95ACcmkv6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/87mX17EUE1U/s320/13+Ben+and+Sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ben and Sarah  - my brother and sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466877412197047730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S95ACqicnbI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Lp7QvAVKvII/s320/13b+Grandma+with+3+musketeers.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grandma Parker and the 3 little musketeers - Braden, Tyler and Jack&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/7658118073159926967-2386938826456247525?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/2386938826456247525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=2386938826456247525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2386938826456247525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2386938826456247525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-break-free-run-to-salt-lake.html' title='From Break Free Run to Salt Lake Marathon'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S95ABNv0niI/AAAAAAAAAZA/I3d7jMTQ2Pw/s72-c/10+Waiting+for+Ben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-260243041789533805</id><published>2010-05-02T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T20:04:58.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardner Village with Grandma Guthrie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am not sure if I have blogged about this yet but Grtandma Guthrie (Aaron's mom) is in the process of finalizing her move from Sierra Vista, Arizona to Orem, Utah. What used to be a 15 hour trip to see her is now give or take 40 minutes depending on the lights! We see her so much more often - and can even do it on short notice. A few weeks ago she called and thought it might befun to get pedicures. A few days later she and Carolyn met me at the pedicure place and then we all met Aunt Kathy at Gardner Village for food, sweets, a pony ride and a trip to the petting zoo. A very fun day! Here's to more of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466873488634255778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S948eSILmaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/4-XmSKOyGwA/s320/08+Gardener+Village.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Grandma, Cailin, Braden and Kathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466873606671487250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S948lJ2c0RI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ijaHAzx5b74/s320/09+Gardener+Village.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two babies that were fascinated by eachother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-260243041789533805?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/260243041789533805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=260243041789533805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/260243041789533805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/260243041789533805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/05/gardner-village-with-grandma-guthrie.html' title='Gardner Village with Grandma Guthrie'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S948eSILmaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/4-XmSKOyGwA/s72-c/08+Gardener+Village.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-4007519927231904441</id><published>2010-04-25T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:16:22.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of 3 Easters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our first Easter was held on the Saturday before Easter, celebrating at the Little America breaikfast buffet with the Christensens. It was cozy and warm and there was great food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464275588392034370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S9UBsljyIEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Go2RD5db2KI/s320/02+Christensen+Easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In front of the restaurant fire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464276765305588258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S9UCxF51yiI/AAAAAAAAAYo/dUwx0C3oMrE/s320/04b+Braden+and+Easter+Bunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Braden greeting the Little America Easter Bunny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our next Easter was with the Yonally family. We attended the Easter Eggstravaganza at Thanksgiving Point. It was fun but FREEZING! After getting a few eggs in the crazy egg grab, riding the train, jumping for a second and getting a face paint (a fire breathing spider - was Braden thinking it might warm his face?) we left as quickly as our frozen legs could carry us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464275592940006722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S9UBs2gGrUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/VSp8dmslt3c/s320/03+Yonally+Easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The group minus Carolyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464275600429460178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S9UBtSZuqtI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6EmuHExAp0M/s320/04+Train+Ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A train ride with Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464275609431639410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S9UBtz8BBXI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/1OZNzAeQ52E/s320/05+Yonally+Easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The group minus me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The Parker family had their egg hunt the Sunday after Easter. It wasn't quite warm anough for the kids to eat ourside, but it was great for the cousins to do their egg hunt and then come in for cake and icecream to celebrate Max's birthday.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464275614067587522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S9UBuFNT-cI/AAAAAAAAAYY/12p1Rn9W7uw/s320/06+Parker+Easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Braden celebrates the discovery of nutter butter cookies in his basket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464276036520036610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S9UCGq90yQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/f-JQ2cZNDKA/s320/07+Hats+Off+for+Maxs+Birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cailin tips her hat for Max and his wonderful birthday wrapping paper!&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/7658118073159926967-4007519927231904441?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/4007519927231904441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=4007519927231904441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/4007519927231904441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/4007519927231904441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/04/tale-of-3-easters.html' title='A Tale of 3 Easters'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S9UBsljyIEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Go2RD5db2KI/s72-c/02+Christensen+Easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-7337677506463540600</id><published>2010-04-25T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:46:13.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighborhood Lambs</title><content type='html'>Just before Easter our neighbor bought her new little lambs over for the kids to see. They were 4 days old and as cute as could be! Braden chased them until they were relatively traumatized - but somehow they still managed to pose for this photo! Thanks, Claudia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464271663103811058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S9T-IGuJHfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/8y24ueHuUig/s320/01+Little+Lambs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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/7658118073159926967-7337677506463540600?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/7337677506463540600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=7337677506463540600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/7337677506463540600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/7337677506463540600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/04/neighborhood-lambs.html' title='Neighborhood Lambs'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S9T-IGuJHfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/8y24ueHuUig/s72-c/01+Little+Lambs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-5174673707880777936</id><published>2010-03-07T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:16:46.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cailin Quiz - 8 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Babies all develop so differently. You may be anxiously awaiting one milestone only to have your child skip it and move onto another you hadn't expected so soon! See if you can guess what Cailin learned to do this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Climb a step - enabling her to escape the confines of our sunken livingroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Pull herself up to a standing position using the fireplace ledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding, Ding, Ding! We have a winner. If you guessed A, B or C you were right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446001909170711026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S5QV4do4KfI/AAAAAAAAAXo/9pChUvAru3U/s320/Cailin+8+Months.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cailin 8 Months &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-5174673707880777936?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/5174673707880777936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=5174673707880777936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5174673707880777936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5174673707880777936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/03/cailin-quiz-8-months.html' title='Cailin Quiz - 8 Months'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S5QV4do4KfI/AAAAAAAAAXo/9pChUvAru3U/s72-c/Cailin+8+Months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-2474842504266243188</id><published>2010-03-01T20:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:49:42.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Vacation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The BabyBonkin crew went to Vegas to check out a wholesale show. I took Aaron. Elizabeth took Daryl. And Loyce even met us there. On paper it seemed like the perfect group for having a ton of fun. But instead we just worked the entier time hashing out business plans. Thank goodness our hotel room had a great view of the Bellagio fountain show or we might not have seen anything "vegas-like" at all!  (Many thanks to Loyce for getting us such a wonderful comped room!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even though we didn't get to hang out the way we like, it was wonderful to see Elizabeth and have a few laughs. Time and distance never seem to alter our friendship.  Especially now that we have the internet and cell phones :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443891420953746690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S4yWZ4W-nQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/U-V42hdrSKY/s320/DSC01477.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, Elizabeth and Janet  - Happy BIrthday, Janet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443891429013282898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S4yWaWYhYFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/t0B0PBVyz8I/s320/DSC01468.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My best photo in years  - who knew a napkin could be such a charming accessory?!&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/7658118073159926967-2474842504266243188?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/2474842504266243188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=2474842504266243188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2474842504266243188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2474842504266243188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/03/vegas-vacation.html' title='Vegas Vacation?'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S4yWZ4W-nQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/U-V42hdrSKY/s72-c/DSC01477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-547790484305337142</id><published>2010-03-01T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:29:00.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pockets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever wondered why boys pants have so many pockets? I did, until I had Braden that is ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443888477743666578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S4yTukDA1ZI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/hwXpm9zZrTw/s320/Pockets.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Also unknown to me was how easily PVC supplies can be made into weapons...&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/7658118073159926967-547790484305337142?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/547790484305337142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=547790484305337142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/547790484305337142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/547790484305337142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/03/pockets.html' title='Pockets'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S4yTukDA1ZI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/hwXpm9zZrTw/s72-c/Pockets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-2854705503606074994</id><published>2010-02-21T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:03:13.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years Later</title><content type='html'>You can tell you have been married 10 years AND have a new baby when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Your previously idealized anniversary trip to Hawaii turns into the first date you've had in a long time and lasts only 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - You eat cheap Chinese because eating anywhere that doesn't specialize in kids prizes is a HUGE treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - You spend almost as much time buying running shoes as you do on your real activity which is bowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - You look at the presumably teenagers bowling strikes next to you and wonder if they are old enough to be out without their parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - You finish all this with time to spare so you decide to get dessert in order to not look TOO lame to the babysitters (Grandma and Grandpa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - As you drive home with the kids mostly asleep in the car you smile and think what an amazingly successful evening it was!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-2854705503606074994?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/2854705503606074994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=2854705503606074994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2854705503606074994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2854705503606074994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-years-later.html' title='10 Years Later'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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-7658118073159926967.post-1760697438503323423</id><published>2010-02-13T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T15:15:41.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spice Clips</title><content type='html'>After a lot of mental anguish, I finally decided on a way to organize my spices. Not quite as pretty as I had hoped but very inexpensive easy to install. Storing them on the inside of my pantry door has freed up 2 cabinet shelves and alphabetizing them makes it easy to know what I have. Do you need to borrow 1 tsp of corriander? No problem. I 've got you covered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437868663728458178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S3cwvRTDScI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Hi0zHpVf0IQ/s320/Spices.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tip - you can line the inside of the clips with foam sticker paper to give them added grip.   I did this for all of my square bottles then can only be clipped on the lid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-1760697438503323423?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/1760697438503323423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=1760697438503323423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/1760697438503323423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/1760697438503323423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/02/spice-clips.html' title='Spice Clips'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S3cwvRTDScI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Hi0zHpVf0IQ/s72-c/Spices.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-7711175376760726639</id><published>2010-02-11T15:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:27:08.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshot in Time - Cailin 7 Months</title><content type='html'>Some days I wish I could fast forward time to a point when I am accomplishing things again - but most of the time I look at my kids and wish I could hold onto the moment forever. Here is my attempt to capture the present for my future self who has gotten everything done and has time to look back longingly at the past:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cailin - 7 months old:&lt;br /&gt;Cailin has finally become somewhat mobile. She started sitting just in time for Christmas. She started rolloing over as a means of travel during her 6th month. And at just over 7 months she began doing an army crawl to get where she wants. She has been playing her own version of peek-a-boo since about 4 months and still loves that game. (She covers her face and waits for you to ask "Where's Cailin" so she can uncover herself and laugh and laugh). She also loves any game that involves her flying in the air or clapping. Just in time for Valentines she learned to make kissing sounds. She is very entertained by all of her toys but loves her talking stuffed animals, music box and Braden's light sabers the best. She cut her first two teeth on December 4 but hasn't gotten any more yet. And when I hold her in the rocking chair she LOVES to look at her daddy thru the passage to the kitchen. (All part of her real love with is being held by one person and entertained by another ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437501969053376082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S3XjO1Lp3lI/AAAAAAAAAXA/8X56Tw_WYTQ/s320/Cailin+7+months.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braden - 4 1/4 years old:&lt;br /&gt;Braden still loves Cailin. I wondered if that would change once she started taking his toys but as it turns out he doesn't really mind sharing. Braden loves Halloween. He can't wait until next year when he will be a Ninja (lets see if that sticks, shall we?) and even went thru a phase where he added ghosts to most pictures he colored (including one of the North Pole). His favorite restaurant is Chipotle (Aaron' couldn't be happier!) where he can build his own shredded pork taco. He loved being responsible for turning the Christmas Tree on and off this year and enjoys helping me cook occasionally. He loves playing with his Castle, Bat Cave, Pirate Ship, Dragon Fortress and Millenium Falcon all at once - making all of them join forces either against the bad guys or AS the bad guys. And don['t get him started about dinosaurs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron:&lt;br /&gt;Aaron decided a few weeks ago that he wanted to go back to school to get an MBA. This is a complete 180 for him and came as a bit of a shock at first. He is planning to apply this summer and hopes to start this fall. He studies every night for the GMAT after we put the kids to bed. I am really excited for him - I think he is really going to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie:&lt;br /&gt;Aaron's MBA announcement has set me off running in too many directions (of my own choice). I would like to move to a house where the kids can have separate bedrooms. But in order to do that I need to dejunk this house and get it ready to sell. But I also want to attempt a home business at some point which would tie up the money we need in order to move. And with all of these thoughts I dont know which to really focus on so I just go in circles and at the end of each day feel as though I would have been a LOT more productive if I just cleaned out the fridge and sorted the receipts. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-7711175376760726639?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/7711175376760726639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=7711175376760726639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/7711175376760726639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/7711175376760726639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/02/snapshot-in-time-cailin-7-months.html' title='Snapshot in Time - Cailin 7 Months'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S3XjO1Lp3lI/AAAAAAAAAXA/8X56Tw_WYTQ/s72-c/Cailin+7+months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-707757680945328023</id><published>2010-01-31T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:18:53.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Drprived with Santa</title><content type='html'>Normally when you go to an event you want the best seat in the house. But since we only signed up for Breakfast with Santa at Hogle Zoo the night before it happened we weren’t surprised to be at a table in the back. In the end I was as blessing! A few minutes after sitting down I realized I hadn’t brushed Tyler’s hair on the way out the door – and of course we were about to take pictures. I rifled thru my purse but couldn’t find a comb so I had no choice - I had to use the only thing I could find. I would say that this was a low point except that while forking thru his hair, I looked down and noticed that a tag was sticking out of the side of my shirt. Yes – the kind of tag that hides inside when you don’t have your shirt on inside out. I tried to hold my head high as I walked past everyone on the way to the bathroom – but once there realized that there was no changing place for Cailin who also had a dirty diaper. (Big sigh…thank goodness we had brought our stroller which gave her a LITTLE privacy.)  Just another day in the life of the sleep deprived…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432984487189675314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S2XWmx0l_TI/AAAAAAAAAW4/pc2NAzIaSwo/s320/Breakfast+with+Santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler, Cailin and Braden with Santa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-707757680945328023?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/707757680945328023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=707757680945328023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/707757680945328023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/707757680945328023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleep-drprived-with-santa.html' title='Sleep Drprived with Santa'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S2XWmx0l_TI/AAAAAAAAAW4/pc2NAzIaSwo/s72-c/Breakfast+with+Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-2442075594266584293</id><published>2010-01-31T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T10:48:41.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cailin's First Ritzy Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Minutes after arriving at the Ward Christmas party, Aaron got a work page and had to leave. So when one of our friends offered to hold Cailin while I went thru the food line with Braden I was very appreciative. From my position in line I kept looking back to make sure Cailin wasn’t traumatizing him but she seemed happy. So happy, in fact, that I couldn’t wait to ask him what his magic trick was. When I got there, I did not have to ask. I saw the magic clutched in Cailin’s fist and all over her face. A ritz cracker – half gummed to death. I guess I should have thought to tell him she wasn’t eating solids yet … :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432977650535287026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S2XQY1TKyPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/TCZMy1fPBck/s320/Ritz_cracker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-2442075594266584293?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/2442075594266584293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=2442075594266584293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2442075594266584293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2442075594266584293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/01/cailins-first-ritzy-christmas-party.html' title='Cailin&apos;s First Ritzy Christmas Party'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S2XQY1TKyPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/TCZMy1fPBck/s72-c/Ritz_cracker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-6606774618288300590</id><published>2010-01-24T14:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:18:45.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids in Bloom Christmas Program</title><content type='html'>Stage fright doesn’t seem to compute for Braden. The first time he gave the opening prayer in Primary he grabbed the microphone and refused to accept any help. The fact that his prayer didn’t make a whole lot of sense and was particularly confusing because it contained an “amen” in the middle rather than at the end completely escaped his notice. Later, during a Primary Program practice, Braden was undaunted by the fact that he didn’t have his talk memorized. He marched to the podium, grabbed the microphone again and proceeded to inform everyone that he had recently been to the doctor to be tested for egg allergies. Needless to say, we were pretty sure that Braden wouldn’t be scared to participate in his preschool Christmas program – and he wasn’t. Just like every other time he marched up and took control of the situation – this time belting out the songs whether he knew the words or not. And in the end, just like every other time, we just glowed with pride while having a great laugh. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430434096728104994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S1zHCg-l4CI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xG1l3jc3VVU/s320/Christmas+Program.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-6606774618288300590?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/6606774618288300590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=6606774618288300590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/6606774618288300590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/6606774618288300590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/01/kids-in-bloom-christmas-program.html' title='Kids in Bloom Christmas Program'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S1zHCg-l4CI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xG1l3jc3VVU/s72-c/Christmas+Program.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-5163632981281155537</id><published>2010-01-24T13:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T13:15:32.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christensen Christmas Song 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;(An excessively long version of “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” –&lt;br /&gt;and tribute to Cailin who just loves to rock – even in her jumperoo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockin’ nearby the Christmas tree – hoping not to crush some toys&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get Cailin to sleep - thru the wrestling of the “boys” 1&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin’ about this silly poem - and events of this past year.&lt;br /&gt;Stop singing now (and reading too) - if you just don’t want to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANY months were spent on a remodel of the house 2&lt;br /&gt;Bathrooms, carpets, stone tile floors&lt;br /&gt;New trim, pant on walls and doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the fumes we had to leave – so we “Walked with Dinosaurs” 3&lt;br /&gt;Thomas the Train gave us a ride – and we did some Draper tours.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast with Easter Bunny and – both the May and Safety Fairs&lt;br /&gt;Made Nat so tired that at the Air Show they had to buy some chairs! 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cailin’s due date came – we walked the Zoo and then saw “Up”&lt;br /&gt;Then off to the U we drived&lt;br /&gt;Half a push and she arrived! 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about a week of rest – off to fireworks we went&lt;br /&gt;Then Disney Days and a parade - Aaron’s month off nearly spent&lt;br /&gt;Still he found time to donate books - sell a mower for the lawn&lt;br /&gt;Started “Net Flix” and canceled “Dish” 6 – and survived a salsa bomb! 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat had 4.5 months off for her maternity –&lt;br /&gt;Did some storage shelving swapping&lt;br /&gt;Learned to do some smarter shopping 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braden received a “big boy bike” - potty trained to go to school&lt;br /&gt;No longer has egg allergies 9 - and now thinks the dark side’s “cool” 10&lt;br /&gt;He’s made new friends, roasts marsh mellows - and loves face paint on his head&lt;br /&gt;He’ll eat tomato chocolate 11 - but prefers butter with bread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cailin, our new joy, finds Braden just hilarious 12&lt;br /&gt;Was a tiger at the Zoo 13&lt;br /&gt;And has two teeth poking thru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simba, with newly rationed food, - was compelled to turn to crime,&lt;br /&gt;First she was caught with table scraps – but may have branched out with time&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause then our TomTom disappeared, and the Van became “no more”&lt;br /&gt;And after credit card fraud 3 – should we blame her?  We’re not sure! 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back it seems that this has been a perfect year!&lt;br /&gt;Who could ask for something more?&lt;br /&gt;(Makes me worry what’s in store!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our goodbye we send our love - wishing you the very best&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you’ve had as fun a time - and were just as richly blessed!&lt;br /&gt;And since this isn’t our best poem – here’s a promise we will keep - &lt;br /&gt;Next year we’ll do more editing - if we aren’t - still - low - on - sleep! 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Footnotes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    Every night when Aaron gets off work Braden says “let’s fight!” and the wrestling ensues.  You might think the yelling and flying bodies would scare Cailin but it doesn’t.  You might think Braden would get bored and want to do something else but that NEVER happens either.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    Aaron’s nesting present to Nat was our most extensive remodel.  We redid the bathrooms, entry tile, front steps, basement carpet (no more pink!), and trim and paint.  It was a lot of work to coordinate it all, avoid the fumes, and drive the project.  In the end we were over budget and time -  leaving Natalie only 2 weeks to clean before Cailin’s birth.   But the beautiful house makes Natalie smile every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    Technically “Walking with Dinosaurs Live” was in January before the remodel.  Natalie was afraid it would be too scary for Braden but he loved it so much he wouldn’t even leave for intermission!  His lack of fear continued at the Zoo’s “Breakfast with the Easter Bunny” where he tried to grab a snake and culminated at the May Festival where he decided that the Jedi were a bit dodgy but loved the Storm Troopers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    By the day of the Hill Air Show Nat was very pregnant and walking hurt.  After the trek from the car to the entrance, without a place to rest it seemed it would be a very short event.   Then Aaron’s dad disappeared – returning with a chair he had purchased– how kind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    Babies are rarely born on their due dates so on June 27th we ignored Natalie’s mild contractions and decided to have some fun.  We walked the Zoo for 2 hours, had lunch and saw the Movie “Up.”  At home the contractions seemed worse so Natalie took a hot shower until both the contractions and hot water were all but gone.  The Christensens come to take us to dinner but Cailin had other plans.  They took Braden to their house and Aaron took Natalie to the hospital where 80 minutes and half a push later Cailin was born – right on time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    Aaron took a month off when Cailin was born.  His help made the transition much easier than expected.  He also organized, de-junked and looked for ways to save money.   Since we don’t watch mush TV now, he cancelled the dish and set us up on Net Flix.  So far so good!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.    A few weeks before Cailin’s birth, Natalie heard a yell in the kitchen and ran in to find Aaron, the floors, the cabinets and newly painted walls all splattered with something that looked like blood but smelled like tomato, onion, and cilantro.  Why would someone try to kill Aaron with salsa and, for that matter, how do you even get a tub of salsa to explode when someone is just trying to close it?  Too bad we panicked and didn’t get a photo!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.    Nat likes Black Friday so it’s not a surprise that she loved the Grocery Smarts class challenge to spend $50 a week on food.  She is saving money and filling her new food storage shelves at the same time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.    For Braden’s yearly egg allergy test we opted against the “feed him and see if he throws up” method in favor of a scratch test.  Result:  he’s no longer allergic, just sensitive, so Braden can finally eat eggs  whenever he wants – but still prefers plain old bread and butter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. As Braden has grown, so has his vocabulary .  Cute is so yesterday and “cool” is in.  Darth Vader and Storm Troopers?  The coolest ever!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Tomato-chocolate?  This is something Braden invented to account for the delicious flavor delivered by red suckers.  Red = tomato.  Tastes good = chocolate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Cailin has been a happy baby from day one.  She loves to laugh at anything silly and no one can deliver silly better than Braden.  Just yesterday he kept her laughing for the entire drive to the mall.  Thank goodness she occasionally took a breath!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Costume problems continued this year.  The Koala suit ordered for Cailin was too big but the backup Zebra costume fit.  It was cute and got lots of comments such as “what a CUTE little tiger!”   On closer inspection we saw that the ears were rounded instead of pointy and the tail was curled instead of fringed.  Cailin was, in fact, looking darling in a little boy’s “white tiger” costume.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Yes - the TomTom was stolen out of the van, the van was traded away by Philips, and someone used our credit card to spend $500 at newegg.com.   Simba’s fault?  Not likely.  She would have spent the money at Petco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. By 8 weeks Cailin was sleeping 8 hours straight.  Then teething hit.  Now she often wakes up 12 times a night!  We’re tired, incoherent and incapable of writing a good Christmas letter.  Don’t worry - we promise to feel terrible about that as soon as we get some rest.  (Hopefully that will be soon since her first 2 teeth emerged on Dec 4!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Omissions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie’s pregnancy improved once she got rid of the “comfy chair” at work that was easing her hip pain but evidently causing her terrible back pain. Interestingly it had already been named after a soft chair used as a torture device by Monty Python.    The week before Cailin was born, we attended our 20 year high school reunion.   It was great to see everyone but odd that so many had married someone else from Viewmont, too  On Natalie’s first day of maternity leave her job transitioned to another department and boss.  For a while she wasn’t sure she still had a job or if that made her happy or sad. In the end, she was welcomed back after a beautifully long leave but can’t decide if she is happy or sad about that, eitherJ.  Since traveling wasn’t in the plans this year, it was great that a few people were able to come for a visit.  Elizabeth took Natalie out and kept her mind off her growing belly.  Anna and Adam played pet shop and dino dogs with Braden during Mike and Becca’s trip. And Aaron’s mom climbed trees with Braden, held Cailin while Nat showered, and shared black licorice with Aaron.  Braden held his first sparkler, shot his first pumpkin cannon and started preschool at Kids in Bloom.  Aaron found several stroller accessible hikes that we did as a family this summer.  Celebrating birthdays, Grandma and Grandpa Parker took us to a photography class from Leah Wright and then to the Dinosaur Museum.  Braden roasted his first marshmallow while Cailin enjoyed her first campfire with Grandma and Grandpa Christensen.  For Halloween Braden was Buzz Light Year while Cailin was a Zebra/Tiger.  They went to Boo at the Zoo, a ward party, Gymboree (Braden ran, slid and did art while Cailin air-danced) and around the neighborhood with the Nelsons, Wikers and Bowers. And last, Braden turned 4 and got 2 Star Wars Jedi Training parties because he wanted to invite more kids than we could fit in one!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love and Yoda Sodas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-5163632981281155537?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/5163632981281155537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=5163632981281155537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5163632981281155537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5163632981281155537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/01/christensen-christmas-song-2009.html' title='Christensen Christmas Song 2009'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-3979543531148767573</id><published>2010-01-24T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T13:05:22.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>I wouldn’t have guessed that a Black Friday training program existed – until I unwittingly participated in one this year taught by my darling daughter, Cailin.    At first when she started teething and waking at all hours of the night I thought she was trying to kill me.  But now I realize she was all part of my Black Friday prep.  When the day arrived, I planned to leave at 5am but Cailin woke me up at 3 so I got a jump on the day.  When I had no shopping cart and had to hold my items in line, my baby carrying muscles kicked in and it was a breeze.  Add to that the deals I got – like $12 Trio blocks for $2.50 and it was a perfect Black Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-3979543531148767573?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/3979543531148767573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=3979543531148767573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/3979543531148767573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/3979543531148767573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/01/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-6349229334977595133</id><published>2010-01-10T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:54:45.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wras Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We ended up having 2 Star Wars birthday parties foir Braden's 4th birthday - one after the oter - to accommodate the number of kids Braden wanted to invite. First was a neighborhood party with 12 kids (13 were invited). That party was defined by chaos. I have hoped it would be controlled chaos but instead it was just plain chaos. But the kids had fun doing little Jedi training tasks we gave them. They shot merf guns at a Darth Vader poster which we called "blaster practice. They used an Air Zooka to blow balloons around in order to learn to "control the force." With some dollar store light sabers they popped bubbles and tried to keep balloons in the ai as their "saber training". And in the end they had star wars cupcakes with Yoda Sodas while Braden opened his presents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The second party had the same activities but with his small gorup of local cousins and the family that was able to be there. It was peaceful and calm and although Braden loved them both - I definately preferred the second one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425247514368641074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S0pZ3sCDiDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/7Xsc_OcaU1k/s320/Braden+Birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The calm between the storms.  Not shown - Braden's Darth Vader Mask cake.&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/7658118073159926967-6349229334977595133?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/6349229334977595133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=6349229334977595133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/6349229334977595133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/6349229334977595133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2010/01/star-wras-birthday-party.html' title='Star Wras Birthday Party'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/S0pZ3sCDiDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/7Xsc_OcaU1k/s72-c/Braden+Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-1484372970569083443</id><published>2009-11-04T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T04:46:24.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jedi Braden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love playing with Photoshop although I really don't know the tricks of the trade. Most things I alter are obviously fake to anyone who looks at them - or at least I thought so! While creating Braden's Star Wars birthday invitation I quickly doctored his sucker photo to include a lblue ight saber. The image didn't make it on the invitation but I printed a copy to show Braden. He loved the photo and played with it for for a few minutes before coming to me timidly and asking (somewhat confused), "Mom - can you, um, get me, um, my REAL blue light saber ?" &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;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400227957077804546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SvF2tx_BhgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/KpnUeuz1NTA/s320/Braden+with+Saber.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jedi Braden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400227962821329570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SvF2uHYYwqI/AAAAAAAAAWY/qOfYG8G1y2g/s320/INVITATION+4+BY+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invitation I had fun creating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-1484372970569083443?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/1484372970569083443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=1484372970569083443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/1484372970569083443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/1484372970569083443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/11/jedi-braden.html' title='Jedi Braden'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SvF2tx_BhgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/KpnUeuz1NTA/s72-c/Braden+with+Saber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-7529003841451989615</id><published>2009-11-03T05:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T05:37:10.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Curtains for Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Decorato-phobe that I am, I was finally brave enough to put up (and by that I mean ask Aaron to put up) cutains in our bedroom. We learned that one of our windows is hung on a pretty significant slant and had to break some hanging rules in order to attach to studs but overall it was great fun and I really enjoy having them. In about 3 months I will be brave enough to add pictures to the walls! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399870653354188114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SvAxv947nVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/1IWL0iAT7tc/s320/Curtains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-7529003841451989615?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/7529003841451989615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=7529003841451989615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/7529003841451989615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/7529003841451989615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-curtains-for-me.html' title='Its Curtains for Me!'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SvAxv947nVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/1IWL0iAT7tc/s72-c/Curtains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-4023843600489512530</id><published>2009-11-03T05:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T05:28:52.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aaron has been telling Braden that his birthday would come after it snowed. Well then I guess Braden can finally turn 4! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&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_5399868275684723954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SvAvlkYWzPI/AAAAAAAAAWA/YztzbYaTgb4/s320/snow+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Braden and Tyler having a snowball fight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-4023843600489512530?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/4023843600489512530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=4023843600489512530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/4023843600489512530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/4023843600489512530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-snow-fall.html' title='First Snow Fall'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SvAvlkYWzPI/AAAAAAAAAWA/YztzbYaTgb4/s72-c/snow+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-3347286232707131077</id><published>2009-11-03T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T05:24:53.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cute Kids</title><content type='html'>Isn't it funny how cute your kids can be togehter UNTIL you get out your camera? Here was my attempt to capture Braden and Cailin at play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399867353153613890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SvAuv3rzMEI/AAAAAAAAAV4/_qqyAAmnCws/s320/Kids+together+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399867348007532722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SvAuvkg4OLI/AAAAAAAAAVw/eHP8-r3TBqg/s320/kids+together+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-3347286232707131077?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/3347286232707131077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=3347286232707131077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/3347286232707131077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/3347286232707131077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-cute-kids.html' title='My Cute Kids'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SvAuv3rzMEI/AAAAAAAAAV4/_qqyAAmnCws/s72-c/Kids+together+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-6798451348416499742</id><published>2009-11-03T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T05:19:42.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Halloween Buzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We won the Buzz war! Braden was Buzz for every Halloween event he attended - and there were a TON. I had no idea we would be asking so much of that pooor little costume!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We started off festivities by attending a library program. Braden got to dress up as a chainsaw guy for one song. When the lead singer askied Braden how it was - he said "too long." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399862399699567506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SvAqPioUw5I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ie5vtHLsV8M/s320/Chainsaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we attended Boo atht eZoo. It was insanely busy last year so we got there bright and early - ready to deal with the crowds. This year, however, the only real line we waited in was to get into the park! Hooray for threatening storms that don't deliver but scare everyone else away! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399862389915589810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SvAqO-LpHLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Q4didaz86aI/s320/Boo+at+the+Zoo+Empty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The empty zoo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399862396411015378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SvAqPWYRcNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/GXVFlJUxdwc/s320/Cailin+Zebra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our adorable Zebra or White Tiger - however you choose to see it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399862391699136194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SvAqPE033sI/AAAAAAAAAVA/oVgOGhDqRxo/s320/Boo+at+the+Zoo+Santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boo at the Zoo is so fun that even Santa breaks away to attend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;At a farm celebration, Braden jumped in a bounce house and played games. We had some excellent apple cider, the best kettle corn ever (Aaron even ate it - and if you know how much he hates mixing salty and sweet you KNOW it was good) and some fun garlic fries. Braden sat on Aaron's shoulders to watch "The Great Pumpkin" until Cailin turned into a pumpkin and it was time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the ward Halloween party we sat by the Bowers and Braden had fun doing a cake walk and trick or treating. Everyone else had fun borrowing his buzz gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I dropped Braden off for his preschool Halloween party I shed a few tears. He is growing up so quickly. Near the end of their time parents were invited to see a song and dance? performance. Braden did a great job of making faces on queue but no one did a better job of rattling their bones than Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Friday night before Halloween we attended a Gymboree party. Cailin went as an observer but in the end she had a much fun as anyone. She loved watching the kids in costume and did her best to dance to the music while Braden did crafts and ran around on the equipment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399862411185463058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SvAqQNaxnxI/AAAAAAAAAVY/JSeyITXTIgw/s320/Gymboree.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Braden with his favorite teacher - Heather and her pirate boys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the aquarium Braden LOVED their haunted rainforest with its dark alleys and strobe light graveyard. We walked thru it over and over again until someone finally told us he could make a ghost sucker at their ship area. After that we listened to some fun stories a few times and watched the ray feeding. The octopus was even feeling festive - climbing down and up his glass a few times for us to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween night we all went trick or treating with the Nelsons (Elijah, Enoch and Noah), Wikers (Alex, Jacob and Spencer) and Bowers (Jack). The kids had a ton of fun running as fast as they could from house to house until there was a casualty and were required to just walk quickly. The other boys Braden's age eventually got too tired to walk but Braden's only complaint was that his arms weren't strong enough to hold his candy bag after an hour and a half. ANd as if that weren't enough fun - the Nelsons invited us over for Texas Roadhouse takeout and games and Bradengot to stay up 3 hours past his bedtime! As we walked hom he told me that it wad been the best day ever! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399862611884231042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SvAqb5FFyYI/AAAAAAAAAVo/kriCA8Na5QQ/s320/Trick+or+Treating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The trick or treaters - Buzz Braden, Pirate Enoch, Knight Noah, Race Car Driver Elijah, GI Joe Alex and Jack the Dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399862601248463858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SvAqbRdU2_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/HWNNsN2UnLs/s320/Trick+or+treat+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The fun run before the fall!&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/7658118073159926967-6798451348416499742?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/6798451348416499742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=6798451348416499742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/6798451348416499742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/6798451348416499742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-buzz.html' title='The Halloween Buzz'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SvAqPioUw5I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ie5vtHLsV8M/s72-c/Chainsaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-1356242303351829041</id><published>2009-11-02T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:54:06.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul's Party</title><content type='html'>I have a new coworker that I am really excited about. I have to admit that it is partly that he is Jewish and doesn't mind covering call on Christmas - but more than that - he is an excellent worker, easy to get along with and does a great job of helping bring us all together at the office. Most recently he brought everyone together for his 50th birthday party. It was a really nice evening. Everyone took turns holding Cailin so it was an EASY night for me and Aaron. And spending time with my coworkers has made my upcoming transition back to work less dreadful. Thanks, Paul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399565539953763426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Su8cQB5iZGI/AAAAAAAAAUw/uf70SQe9fSQ/s320/Paul+Birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-1356242303351829041?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/1356242303351829041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=1356242303351829041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/1356242303351829041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/1356242303351829041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/11/pauls-party.html' title='Paul&apos;s Party'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Su8cQB5iZGI/AAAAAAAAAUw/uf70SQe9fSQ/s72-c/Paul+Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-6770062721833784422</id><published>2009-10-25T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T06:22:57.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every Wednesday morning I can't wait to get up and check out the new deals on the Grocey Smarts website. It is So fun to get everything we need and spend only a fraction of what I usaed to. But even though I have been saving this way for a while now, this week's deals still BLEW me away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396525256417122194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SuRPIPIql5I/AAAAAAAAAUo/OhlPb2RbVjs/s320/Free+Food.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;FREE (no strings attached) Stuff this week: 1 box of corn flakes, 4 jars of roiasted peanuts, 7 packs of microwave popcorn and 8 microwaveable meals! WOW!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-6770062721833784422?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/6770062721833784422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=6770062721833784422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/6770062721833784422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/6770062721833784422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-food.html' title='Free Food'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SuRPIPIql5I/AAAAAAAAAUo/OhlPb2RbVjs/s72-c/Free+Food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-4090579192985406774</id><published>2009-10-25T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T06:24:27.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Monday night we decorated our first pumpkins as a family. (I use the term family loosely since Aaron was nearby watching Cailin but it was really Braden and I decorating). We bought some sheets of foam sticker paper. I cut out the shapes we needed and Braden put them on the pumpkins with a little (ok - maybe a bit more than a little) guidance. This is how they turned out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396522168471975922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SuRMUfpK9_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/B6tAX7btgjw/s320/IMG_1261.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Pumpkins in ordcer: Natalie's, Cailin's, Aaron's and Braden's&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/7658118073159926967-4090579192985406774?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/4090579192985406774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=4090579192985406774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/4090579192985406774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/4090579192985406774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/10/decorating-pumpkins.html' title='Decorating Pumpkins'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SuRMUfpK9_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/B6tAX7btgjw/s72-c/IMG_1261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-537047006786535659</id><published>2009-10-25T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:56:28.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Credit Card Fraud - Take 3.</title><content type='html'>A few years ago the bank called me asking if if there was any chance Aaron had abandoned our marriage and was in Mexico spending over $1k at a store called "Mr Tennis."  Since he had only left for work a few hours earlier I assured them it wasn't particularly likely :).  We got the money back, changed credit card number and hoped we were done.  Well, 2 frauds later I am guessing that we will never be done.  Unfortunately our card doesn't seem to understand the "dont' talk to strangers" concept.  I certainly hope we are better at teaching our kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-537047006786535659?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/537047006786535659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=537047006786535659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/537047006786535659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/537047006786535659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/10/credit-card-fraud-take-3.html' title='Credit Card Fraud - Take 3.'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-2012136533955164446</id><published>2009-10-25T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:36:59.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charming the Roosendaals</title><content type='html'>On our mountain walks we see a lot of people we don’t know but we finally ran into some that we DO – the Roosendaals.  Lori is Aaron’s half aunt? (Lynn’s half sister) that we don’t see very often.  Her youngest son will be leaving for a mission in Rancagua, Chile next week (the lower half of my mission) so they invited us to dinner last Sunday to catch up.  Aaron talked to the men about politics and military.  I talked to the women about movies, family history, food and Chile (you don’t have to twist my arm to talk about Chile!)  Cailin was a bit cranky but everyone still thought she was beautiful and took turns holding her so I got a lovely break.  And Braden – the favorite of all – charmed everyone but especially Grammy Pat and the younger women with good behavior and his way of matter-of-factly stating things such as “Hmmm … (noticing that his place at the adult table had a full set of silverware)  they don’t USUALLY let me have a knife at the table because I shouldn’t really be cutting things.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-2012136533955164446?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/2012136533955164446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=2012136533955164446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2012136533955164446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2012136533955164446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/10/charming-roosendaals.html' title='Charming the Roosendaals'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-1900155998774152313</id><published>2009-10-24T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:04:06.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My parents decided to try to make their birthday gifts to their adult children more personal so they asked those of us that live close to choose a fun family activity rather than a physical present. We loved that idea and made the most of it on Saturday, October 17th combining both Aaron’s and my belated birthday celebrations into one fun day. (Yes – we have had trouble scheduling SEVERAL things – not just the Austin’s coming to dinner…) For my part of the celebration my parents picked us up and we all drove down to Provo to take a 1 hour photography class from Leah Wright – one of my favorite local photographers. She did a GREAT job giving us a succinct lesson that everyone thought was very easy to understand. She gave us tips on an inexpensive lens that will allow us to take photos with less flash indoors and create the look I love with eyes crisp and backgrounds faded out. I am seriously considering following up with her Photoshop class when I can fit it in – so sometime in 2011 perhaps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class ended, we drove to Los Hermanos and had a delicious early dinner before heading to the Dinosaur Museum for Aaron’s part of the birthday. (My dad had never been so it was Aaron’s goal to get him there one way or another!) Although my dad ended up touring it mostly by himself as the rest of us were stuck at the water table we all had fun doing what we loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396166315202812370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SuMIrG6XmdI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/c1-nFftVzDA/s320/Photo+Class+Braden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Braden and Cailin at the photo class.  We still have a lot to work on to master the techniques she taught but it was a fun start.  You can visit her website at &lt;a href="http://www.thewrightfampics.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.thewrightfampics.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396166320433515554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SuMIraZdzCI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZwEN6Y0QG_0/s320/Photo+Class+Cailin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-1900155998774152313?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/1900155998774152313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=1900155998774152313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/1900155998774152313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/1900155998774152313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/10/parker-birthday-bash.html' title='Parker Birthday Bash'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SuMIrG6XmdI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/c1-nFftVzDA/s72-c/Photo+Class+Braden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-2576670117251928623</id><published>2009-10-24T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T05:42:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christensen Campfire Roast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Friday, October 16 we left as soon as Aaron got off work to drive to the Heber area and meet Grandma and Grandpa Christensen at their campsite for a hot dog and marshmallow roast. The area was beautiful – even more so because we took a wrong turn and ended up driving thru the fall colors in the mountains a bit longer than we were supposed to. The food was fabulous. I had never had hotdogs with just mustard and onions before but I LOVED them. Braden got to roast his own marshmallow for the first time and actually did a really good job. And I even remembered to get out the camera! The evening ended sooner than I would have liked but then I guess getting kids to bed IS eventually necessary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396143872211184098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SuL0QwQMaeI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eFtP5x1_uaY/s320/IMG_1254.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Posh campers:  Simba,  Cailin and Grandma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396143883142930050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SuL0RY-hnoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/27K2FicUhgQ/s320/IMG_1260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Braden perfectly toasting his marshmellow without making it all sticky which he thinks is gross.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/7658118073159926967-2576670117251928623?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/2576670117251928623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=2576670117251928623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2576670117251928623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2576670117251928623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/10/christensen-campfire-roast.html' title='Christensen Campfire Roast'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SuL0QwQMaeI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eFtP5x1_uaY/s72-c/IMG_1254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-322559386207850682</id><published>2009-10-24T04:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T05:17:55.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumbo Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We bought Cailin a Bumbo so that she can sit up and look around until she can actually sit up and look around in about 2 months. If that seems like a waste you either don't have kids, you've never had one that wants to be held all the time, or you have some secret you need to share with us! The Bumbo works pretty well but the best thing is that Aaron thinks it is hillarious. Cailin usually has this serious expression that reminds him of a mini princess scrupulously surveying her kingdom from her throne nad ordering her serfs around. We laugh and laugh at that "silly anaolgy" until she decides she wants out and then we go back to running in circles to keep her happy .... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396138769752097362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SuLvnwHJglI/AAAAAAAAAT4/gUDTZW-V8dw/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The little princess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-322559386207850682?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/322559386207850682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=322559386207850682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/322559386207850682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/322559386207850682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/10/bumbo-princess.html' title='Bumbo Princess'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SuLvnwHJglI/AAAAAAAAAT4/gUDTZW-V8dw/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-122110322889119487</id><published>2009-10-24T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T04:57:01.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with the Austins</title><content type='html'>You know when you dream that you are running but your legs feel like they are moving thru tar? Some things in life just seem to work that way. We had been trying to have the Austin family over for dinner since April I think. Between the remodel, Chani having her baby, us having Cailin and a million other little events it seemed like it was never going to happen. Even this month it looked like we were going to have to put it off again until we decided it just HAD do it at all costs. To make it work, the Austins raced to our house between Craig’s morning meeting and Brynn’s afternoon dance recital (1 ½ hrs of driving!) We fed them a hurried garlic burger lunch (YUM!) on the deck in the freezing wind with all of the kids teeth chattering and several of them begging to be excused so they could go inside and get warm. After finishing the food I got to spend a few minutes with Chani (showing her the house) and Aaron and Craig played a game of pool. Then I realized that they were going to be late so we stuffed them with a few brownies and hurried them out the door – causing them to forget their baby blanket. I can't believe they were willing to do all of that but I am so thankful.  It was fun to see them and in the end life may have gotten in a few punches but WE WON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-122110322889119487?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/122110322889119487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=122110322889119487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/122110322889119487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/122110322889119487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/10/lunch-with-austins.html' title='Lunch with the Austins'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-3258667080626412610</id><published>2009-10-23T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T04:32:50.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books to Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A week ago an empty post office box showed up on my kitchen counter - evidently to be filled and sent to Africa. That night Aaron and I de-junked our book collection and easily filled the box until it was over flowing. We debated whether sending heavy, used books in English would really be as useful as giving $20 toward buying books for school children ... but in the end the donation was VERy helpfup to us. Now I can fit all of my most important and loved books in one large bookcase which makes me SO happy and puts me one step closer to being organized!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395756323828889810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SuGTyeBjeNI/AAAAAAAAATw/TLSkwNycXcU/s320/IMG_1267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-3258667080626412610?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/3258667080626412610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=3258667080626412610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/3258667080626412610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/3258667080626412610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/10/books-to-africa.html' title='Books to Africa'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SuGTyeBjeNI/AAAAAAAAATw/TLSkwNycXcU/s72-c/IMG_1267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-2804529632550876321</id><published>2009-10-23T04:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T04:10:49.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Story Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Even though I know that having a baby changes everything I really didn’t expect Cailin’s birth to alter the storyline of our favorite fairy tales – but it did. I am not a person that can feed a baby and read a book at the same time, so since Braden wanted me to read to him I started telling stories from memory while Cailin ate. At first it bothered Braden when I didn’t remember the stories perfectly but then he decided that changing the stories was a great idea – only HE needed to be in control. Now he will ask me to tell him the story of the Three Little Javelinas (Arizona’s version of the Three Little Pigs) and every few minutes he will redirect what happens. Sometimes the Javelinas go their separate ways to build their houses. Other times they all go together. Sometimes the Coyote chases them but other times it’s just the wind that knocks their houses down. When the coyote IS in the story, sometimes he is conquered by the Javelinas and vanishes in a puff of smoke – other times he decides to be good at the end (like Darth Vader) and they all sit around singing and playing the guitar. Even though it can be a little tiring having to think of ways to weave his ideas into the story it has become a really fun thing we share that I hope I never forget. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395750762684128706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SuGOuxJUncI/AAAAAAAAATo/arHZTJVzJHw/s320/3+Javelinas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-2804529632550876321?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/2804529632550876321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=2804529632550876321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2804529632550876321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2804529632550876321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/10/extreme-story-makeover.html' title='Extreme Story Makeover'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SuGOuxJUncI/AAAAAAAAATo/arHZTJVzJHw/s72-c/3+Javelinas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-7590457163292320398</id><published>2009-10-20T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:48:03.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy Snacks at Preschool?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We knew Braden would get some sugary snacks at preschool, so the other day when he brought home a red sucker I wasn’t surprised – I just asked him what flavor it was. He looked around thoughtfully and told me it was probably tomato – maybe with a little chocolate. After a good few minutes laughing at his crazy creativity I thought to myself – “well, at least I can pretend they are giving him vegetables!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394770869763098418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/St4ThfjaxzI/AAAAAAAAATg/l1REnUmfLwg/s320/IMG_1243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tomato-licious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-7590457163292320398?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/7590457163292320398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=7590457163292320398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/7590457163292320398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/7590457163292320398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/10/healthy-snacks-at-preschool.html' title='Healthy Snacks at Preschool?'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/St4ThfjaxzI/AAAAAAAAATg/l1REnUmfLwg/s72-c/IMG_1243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-3312439013412456722</id><published>2009-10-20T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:33:54.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Braden in Bloom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Braden started preschool this fall and had his first ever field trip to Engh Gardens. What happened there? I am not really clear on that. I know he came home with a decorated pumpkin but when I ask him what they did he just says “I don’t know …” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394767339440846754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/St4QUAFAN6I/AAAAAAAAATY/yHLzvbv3x3w/s320/IMG_1244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Braden truly excited to do something or other on his fieldtrip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-3312439013412456722?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/3312439013412456722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=3312439013412456722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/3312439013412456722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/3312439013412456722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/10/braden-in-bloom.html' title='Braden in Bloom'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/St4QUAFAN6I/AAAAAAAAATY/yHLzvbv3x3w/s72-c/IMG_1244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-6175340146142712540</id><published>2009-10-20T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:28:42.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goggles and GG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fun: watching Braden grow up and get excited for things like Halloween. Not so Fun: Braden changing his mind every few days about what he wants to BE for Halloween. He has rotated between wanting to be a Jedi because of the cool light saber, a Jawa because of the cool gun, and Batman because Braden just thinks he is cool. Unfortunately he NEVER rotated thru wanting to be Buzz Lightyear – the costume we HAVE for him which fits him perfectly and will never fit again after this year. Never, that is, until we cleverly took a drive to the Disney Store and got him a COOL pair of Buzz Lightyear light up goggles that he will get to use with the COOL light up gun Grandma and Grandpa Christensen brought him from Disneyland a few years back. What’s more – GG (Great Grandma Yonally) lives just a few blocks away from the Disney Store so we got to surprise her with a visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394765747617873202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/St4O3WE1PTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0WlyzORM_kc/s320/IMG_1239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-6175340146142712540?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/6175340146142712540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=6175340146142712540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/6175340146142712540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/6175340146142712540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/10/goggles-and-gg.html' title='Goggles and GG'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/St4O3WE1PTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0WlyzORM_kc/s72-c/IMG_1239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-8154341637444738627</id><published>2009-10-20T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:06:56.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect</title><content type='html'>Anyone who really knows me knows that I have no taste. In the past I have left my walls blank because I know whatever I put up will probably look bad and have to come down – leaving a hole in the wall. Once we finished the home remodel I felt compelled to hang pictures but even more afraid of messing up the perfect paint. Solution: Command picture hanging strips. I still think forever about everything I hang but now I know that if I need to take it down – I can – without even leaving a mark on the wall! Thank you 3M!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394760377952623426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/St4J-yg320I/AAAAAAAAATI/XxB6nV1nzmM/s320/IMG_1271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arizona water - upstairs bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-8154341637444738627?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/8154341637444738627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=8154341637444738627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8154341637444738627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8154341637444738627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/10/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/St4J-yg320I/AAAAAAAAATI/XxB6nV1nzmM/s72-c/IMG_1271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-5763236946885295809</id><published>2009-10-20T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T07:00:26.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Storage Makeover</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago Aaron tore out the old shelves in our cold room and I put up the ones that I got for my birthday. I love them. Not only do I have more shelving space – but the shelves aren’t as deep so I can access everything on them. One more step toward my goal of having every door and drawer open to an organized space :). (Granted there are about 1,000 steps left but hey – a step is a step!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394680801154158626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/St3Bmz1p0CI/AAAAAAAAAS4/phCpYeVEBbQ/s320/IMG_1262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New cold room shelves - Natalie's birthday 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394680819181024802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/St3Bn2_l9iI/AAAAAAAAATA/PCi4TqfbVrc/s320/IMG_1263.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Rolling shelves in laundry room - Natalie's birthday 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-5763236946885295809?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/5763236946885295809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=5763236946885295809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5763236946885295809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5763236946885295809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/10/food-storage-makeover.html' title='Food Storage Makeover'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/St3Bmz1p0CI/AAAAAAAAAS4/phCpYeVEBbQ/s72-c/IMG_1262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-62038744290290727</id><published>2009-10-19T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:01:02.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Hikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Most Saturday mornings we go for a family hike. Hiking may not sound like something you can do with a 3 year old and 3 month old but then what we do probably wouldn’t be considered hiking to most people :). Aaron has found several short trails in the canyons close to our house that are stroller accessible and we just enjoy the beautiful scenery at Braden’s pace. When we started it was just fun to look at the streams, trees and rocks. Now with the fall colors there are countless other families getting pictures taken so we usually stop to watch and get some pointers. A few weekends ago Aaron and Braden even ran into the Roosendaal Family - some of Aaron's relatives that we hadn't seen for a while. I had no idea that hiking could be so relaxing, educational and social all at the same time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394294881603787890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/StxinVeznHI/AAAAAAAAASw/RUKyAhY8LSw/s320/IMG_1234.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Aaron and Braden climbing rocks at Temple Quarry Trail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-62038744290290727?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/62038744290290727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=62038744290290727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/62038744290290727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/62038744290290727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-hikes.html' title='Saturday Hikes'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/StxinVeznHI/AAAAAAAAASw/RUKyAhY8LSw/s72-c/IMG_1234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-5875325563882651900</id><published>2009-10-11T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T07:02:15.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornbelly's with Sarah and Tyler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On September 26th we nephew-napped Tyler and went to Cornbelly's at Thanksgiving Point. Tyler and Braden had great fun covering eachother in the corn pit, follwing eachother thru the kids corn maze and jumping on the huge bouncing pillows. (By the way, I thought those would be fun to own so I checked them out when I got home - the cheapest, smallest one is over $12k! OUCH!) When Sarah could break free she met us there. With her we all shot pumpkin cannons, rode a very uncomfortable train and drank slushy drinks in the shade of a tent. We were so glad she could make it! The next time Braden goes he wants to take Auntie Sarah again so that they can use her phone to light up the dark hay bale maze. We love you Auntie Sarah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391341683119441330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/StHksj0XRbI/AAAAAAAAASg/nJnAhdOcjZc/s320/IMG_1210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aaron, Tyler and Braden jumping on the medium sized pillow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391341692202986226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/StHktFqDKvI/AAAAAAAAASo/kFZHCOUu6UA/s320/IMG_1224.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Braden watching Sarah and Tyler demolishing a pumpkin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-5875325563882651900?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/5875325563882651900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=5875325563882651900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5875325563882651900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5875325563882651900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/10/cornbellys-with-sarah-and-tyler.html' title='Cornbelly&apos;s with Sarah and Tyler'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/StHksj0XRbI/AAAAAAAAASg/nJnAhdOcjZc/s72-c/IMG_1210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-4662196173542086629</id><published>2009-10-11T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T06:47:33.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Turns 25 Again!</title><content type='html'>Many of you know that my father has turned 39 over and over again.  The fact that I am 38 makes this very interesting :).  But is Jason now trying to hang onto his youth, too?  No.  I just got it wrong last year.  Evidently he is really 25 this time.  And of course I didn't get a photo.  Early New Year's resolution - I am going to remember to get the camera out when we spend wtime with the Christensen and Parker sides of the family!  (I often forget because we see them both so regularly).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-4662196173542086629?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/4662196173542086629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=4662196173542086629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/4662196173542086629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/4662196173542086629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/10/jason-turns-25-again.html' title='Jason Turns 25 Again!'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-2789430290355734776</id><published>2009-10-11T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T06:41:49.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toyfest with the Nelsons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had the Nelson family over for dinner a few Saturdays ago. We ate bacon-wrapped turkey kabobs and Aaron and I talked to Rene and CoreyEllen while the boys (Braden, Elijah, Enoch and Noah) played with toys. It was a really nice evening and we enjoyed their company so much that none of us noticed what was going on. When the Nelsons decided it was time to go we found the boys surrounded by an explosion of toys. There was toy debrtis all over the house. No photo could do it justice but I took one anyway because I thought it was hillarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391336747173455794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/StHgNP_Ip7I/AAAAAAAAASY/7bSKJ0logtw/s320/IMG_1205.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Noah, Elijah, Braden and Enoch - don't try this at home - they are professionals!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-2789430290355734776?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/2789430290355734776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=2789430290355734776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2789430290355734776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2789430290355734776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/10/toyfest-with-nelsons.html' title='Toyfest with the Nelsons'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/StHgNP_Ip7I/AAAAAAAAASY/7bSKJ0logtw/s72-c/IMG_1205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-6110963024423748860</id><published>2009-09-26T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T05:48:20.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery Smarts</title><content type='html'>Sometime in August I attended a homemaking meeting geared to help everyone save money.  Erin Ruy taught us about the grocery smart method.  Her husband has been out of work for 6 months and they are still solvent because of savings and pinching their pennies.  I asked her how much she spends on groceries each week - $50 maximum - one week she only spent $3!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love a good challenge so I decided to try to match her.  I haven't succeeded even once but I come really close most weeks and am adding to my food storage as I go.  I only buy the foods I normally buy (except when a new food is a screaming deal - then we try it) and between the few stores that are close I find most items on sale.  (Erin only shops at one store per week.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of deals have I gotten?  Canned beans and corn for 26 cents each (compared to 78 cents each at Sams).  $20 of free Kraft foods (though I couldn't find exactly what I wanted and just ended up with a year's supply of Mac 'n Cheese).  And on Thursday I got 3 lbs of chicken free at Smiths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is interested in know more, please contact me.  I would be happy to give you any tips I have found.  Or you can go to &lt;a href="http://www.grocerysmarts.com/"&gt;www.grocerysmarts.com&lt;/a&gt; and enter the code g84cer.  The website is free.  They do recommend that you subscribe to the paper to collect coupons but I have found that if you shop at Smiths the only coupons provided by Grocery Smarts are usually just as good.  (Smiths is the only one I have found to consistenly accept the, though.  You can also check out deals on &lt;a href="http://www.pinchingyourpennies.com/"&gt;www.pinchingyourpennies.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Saving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-6110963024423748860?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/6110963024423748860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=6110963024423748860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/6110963024423748860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/6110963024423748860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/09/grocery-smarts.html' title='Grocery Smarts'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-8383140978098761572</id><published>2009-09-26T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T05:12:12.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cailin's Blessing</title><content type='html'>Cailin was blessed on Sunday, September 13th at our ward. My father performed the lessing with Aaron, Ben and several of our ward friends in the circle. The word that kept coming up for her was joy. She will find joy in her life and be a joy to those around her - and of course she already is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385747165534879506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Sr4EgxvF_xI/AAAAAAAAASQ/95Bzs10DJ4k/s320/Family+Blessing.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our happy family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385747162424150594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Sr4EgmJcCkI/AAAAAAAAASI/qETqeCJKoMc/s320/Abby+with+Cailin.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cousin Abby holding Cailin&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/7658118073159926967-8383140978098761572?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/8383140978098761572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=8383140978098761572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8383140978098761572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8383140978098761572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/09/cailins-blessing.html' title='Cailin&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Sr4EgxvF_xI/AAAAAAAAASQ/95Bzs10DJ4k/s72-c/Family+Blessing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-8370732863670582728</id><published>2009-09-24T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T04:53:58.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;During the entire summer, Braden attended bubble camp at Gymboree once a week for a 3 hour class. When we switched him from Thursdays to Wednesdays (from music to art day) the art projects started flooding in. Braden also started asking to stay for aports class afterward since all of the other kids in Wednesday class did. So, by the end, he was gone for over 4 hours at a time and even then didn’t really want to come home. Something tells me that there will be no tears when he starts Kindergarten in a few years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385000321455946642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SrtdQuu--5I/AAAAAAAAASA/O7kc7Pm-IgY/s320/IMG_1184.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A life size scuba-braden with his other oart projects.&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/7658118073159926967-8370732863670582728?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/8370732863670582728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=8370732863670582728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8370732863670582728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8370732863670582728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/09/bubble-camp.html' title='Bubble Camp'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SrtdQuu--5I/AAAAAAAAASA/O7kc7Pm-IgY/s72-c/IMG_1184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-8481511482555706414</id><published>2009-09-24T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T04:48:28.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit from Grandma Guthrie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Grandma Guthrie came up for a visit during the last week of July. She stayed with us for 2 days before heading down to Provo to spend time with GG (Great Grandma Yonally), Kathy and Caroline. We took her to play group at the park where she climbed trees with Braden and of course we stopped at Sweet Afton’s for some licorice. Since everyone likes the black licorice pipes and Loyce loves to share, she bought all the pipes Sweet AFton's had in stock. Next time (particularly for her Christmas visit when there are 20+ people who want pipes) we are going to give them a little notice and ask them to special order an entire box for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384999131927253106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SrtcLfZPkHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/D8UYhbI4onc/s320/IMG_1128.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Grandma Guthrie and Braden in their tree fort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-8481511482555706414?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/8481511482555706414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=8481511482555706414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8481511482555706414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8481511482555706414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/09/visit-from-grandma-guthrie.html' title='Visit from Grandma Guthrie'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SrtcLfZPkHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/D8UYhbI4onc/s72-c/IMG_1128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-2902478121883716219</id><published>2009-09-24T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T04:35:15.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24th of July Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On July 24th Aaron took Braden to see the Bountiful parade with Mike, Becca, Anna, Adam, Grandma and Grandpa Parker. I stayed home with Cailin because she had a low grade fever (99.6) – not something to be concerned about after 2 months, but before that a fever of 100.4 would have meant a 10 night hospital stay for her. I think everyone enjoyed the parade but Anna and Braden particularly enjoyed each other's company. It was really fun to watch them together while Mike and Becca were here for a visit. Braden learned to play Pet Shop with Anna. She conceded and played dinosaur dog (dino from the flintstones) several times with Braden. They really become fast friends. After the evening, there were a few things that were talked about several times. First some excitement when a fire engine left the route or had to cross the route to help someone (since I wasn't there I was never clear on this). And second that Anna and Braden rode an enclosed ferris wheel by themselves! That is surprising for Braden but even more so for Anna. I guess everything is easier when you get to do it with a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384994917357517234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SrtYWK5g-bI/AAAAAAAAARw/BML0_2KOnoI/s320/DSC_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anna and Braden at the Bountiful Parade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384993542530141154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SrtXGJRIC-I/AAAAAAAAARo/qL7LagFuWgc/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Braden with another close friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-2902478121883716219?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/2902478121883716219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=2902478121883716219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2902478121883716219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2902478121883716219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/09/24th-of-july-friends.html' title='24th of July Friends'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SrtYWK5g-bI/AAAAAAAAARw/BML0_2KOnoI/s72-c/DSC_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-573858739478675101</id><published>2009-09-22T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T03:35:51.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;July 21st we took Tyler to Disney Days at the Gallivan center. Initially the boys wanted to go to the Dinosaur Museum but we taliked them into the Gallivan Center with the lure of possibly seeing a Disney Character. The boys got their faces painted - Braden as a tiger and Tyler as a leopard. They jumped in a bounce house, played games to win prizes and rode a fun train that gave them a train whistle. Did they meet Mickey Mouse? No. Evidently this event is so named because Radio Disney is one of its many sponsors and the name "American Family Insurance Days" just won't bring the kids in droves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards Tyler and Braden still wanted to go to the Dinosaur Museum so we did. (We actually go there all the time since we bought season passes, we just don’t really mention it anymore.) Did they see dinosaurs? Yes :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384238208224805858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SrioH5tTQ-I/AAAAAAAAARg/U8KclRpmbo4/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-573858739478675101?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/573858739478675101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=573858739478675101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/573858739478675101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/573858739478675101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/09/disney-days.html' title='Disney Days'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SrioH5tTQ-I/AAAAAAAAARg/U8KclRpmbo4/s72-c/DSC_0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-6669034380648626368</id><published>2009-09-21T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T06:49:02.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parade Float Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On July 20th we went to see the parade float preview at the South Town Expo center. We saw floats with animals, animation and even toys but the one the kids loved the most had 3 couples dancing on it.  When we had seen all of the floats (and pretty much torn them away from the dancing one), Braden waited in line and got his face painted like spiderman while Tyler, Anna and Adam got twisted balloons. When we met up with them again, Grandma had a balloon sword for Braden, too, so a lot of running, pretend fighting and animal rescuing  ensued. Even when Braden ran face first into a tall square garbage can, the play paused for about 30 seconds and then just kept going.  Kids + open spaces = FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383915186109976130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SreCVijqjkI/AAAAAAAAARQ/suw453Nsgco/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Spider-Braden&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383915190706124914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SreCVzreOHI/AAAAAAAAARY/xIdSgXdcRMw/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left to Right:  Adam, Tyler, Braden adn Anna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-6669034380648626368?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/6669034380648626368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=6669034380648626368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/6669034380648626368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/6669034380648626368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/09/parade-float-preview.html' title='Parade Float Preview'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SreCVijqjkI/AAAAAAAAARQ/suw453Nsgco/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-5027147743673423884</id><published>2009-09-16T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:27:49.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Day for the Zoo and Training Table?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On July 18th Aaron took Braden to the Children’s fair (I stayed home with Cailin to keep her out of the heat this time). WE had been a few years ago at the tail end and loved it so we are going to try to catch it every year from now on. There are train rides, crafts, and all sorts of fun and it is, of course, free to the public. This year Braden met several costume characters and built his own toolbox from wood at the home depot tent.   Next they met Grandma and Grandpa Christensen at the Zoo for ice block day. I hear the ice blocks weren't that great this year but it was all made up for when Grandma bought Braden a snow cone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they met Cailin and I at Training Table to eat lunch with Mike and Beccca who had come in town to celebrate the 24th.  What a busy but fun day!  (By the way, I am a hickory burger girl, how about you?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382055347658161698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SrDm0san_iI/AAAAAAAAARI/2VNlLBScU0U/s320/IMG_1099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Braden hammering his tool box together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382055343900747970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SrDm0eayaMI/AAAAAAAAARA/fcLVbf7k3Bg/s320/IMG_1090.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Braden with the Bees Mascot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-5027147743673423884?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/5027147743673423884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=5027147743673423884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5027147743673423884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5027147743673423884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/09/fair-day-for-zoo-and-training-table.html' title='Fair Day for the Zoo and Training Table?'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SrDm0san_iI/AAAAAAAAARI/2VNlLBScU0U/s72-c/IMG_1099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-6403747905774093</id><published>2009-09-15T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:03:40.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the place - for popsicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sometime in mid July (forgive my lack of memory - I was more than a little sleep deprived at the time) we went to the This is the Place State Park for a special event day. Although the employees didn’t seem to know much about what was going on, we eventually stumbled into lots of free fun to be had. There were bounce houses to heat you up and cold water and popsicles to cool you down. There was even a magic show if you wanted to sit under a tent. Because of the heat we didn't stay long for Cailin's sake but it was great while it lasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381740867276139074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Sq_IzhsyakI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/lb5ibI6Lr3M/s320/Bounce+House+at+This+is+the+Place.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/7658118073159926967-6403747905774093?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/6403747905774093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=6403747905774093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/6403747905774093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/6403747905774093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-place-for-popsicles.html' title='This is the place - for popsicles'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Sq_IzhsyakI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/lb5ibI6Lr3M/s72-c/Bounce+House+at+This+is+the+Place.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-8459245960616421896</id><published>2009-09-15T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:44:36.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July Fireworks</title><content type='html'>On the 4th of July we celebrated Cailin's one week birthday by walking to the Wyker's - some friends a few blocks away - and watching the most spectacular home fireworks display I have ever seen. Several men and boys (all acting like boys) kept at least 3 fireworks going non-stop for 45 minutes! With those and the occasional illegal firework that burst above us from somewhere nearby (not sure where but we have a guess) it felt like we had gone to Sugarhouse Park by the time we were done! Braden absolutely loved the evening. He got to drink his own full can of lemonade, held his first sparklers and spent time with the Wyker’s son, Alex – a new favorite friend. Cailin, on the other hand, just took a really nice long nap. A great evening for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381735764127577730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Sq_EKe_W9oI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tLTDiVOs-Zo/s320/Sparklers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7658118073159926967-8459245960616421896?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/8459245960616421896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=8459245960616421896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8459245960616421896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8459245960616421896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/09/4th-of-july-fireworks.html' title='4th of July Fireworks'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Sq_EKe_W9oI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tLTDiVOs-Zo/s72-c/Sparklers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-7373141624226262087</id><published>2009-08-23T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:14:53.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blues</title><content type='html'>Even though we had heard that every child is different, we still prepared our world for Cailin as if we were expecting Braden again. I got extra burp cloths, prepared the swing and backup swing, made sure there was a path for Aaron to walk the baby at night without falling over anything, etc :). Needless to say, Cailin is her own little girl. She doesn't usually need to be walked at night, isn't a real fan of swings and somehow keeps her food inside her. What does she like? Staring. As a mom, the thing I can often do that makes her the happiest is to stare into her eyes. Motherhood ... what a tough, tough job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373377877783279122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SpISteE29hI/AAAAAAAAAQo/f9fnAYR86zo/s320/Blue+Eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The beautiful blue eyes with long, curly lashes that stare back at me for up to 50 minutes at a time (no exaggeration!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-7373141624226262087?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/7373141624226262087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=7373141624226262087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/7373141624226262087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/7373141624226262087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-blues.html' title='Baby Blues'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SpISteE29hI/AAAAAAAAAQo/f9fnAYR86zo/s72-c/Blue+Eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-1681271791173937496</id><published>2009-07-12T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T09:59:55.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Thoughts (The Delivery Story)</title><content type='html'>Baby Center recommends that you go to the hospital when your contractions are about 5 minutes apart, 60 seconds long AND impossible to ignore (meaning you can't talk thru them, etc.)  Althought this really is great advice, my personal recommendation might be to go a &lt;strong&gt;little&lt;/strong&gt; earlier. Don't feel like you have to read this - I didn't really want to be part of it either but since I had to, here were my thoughts that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, June 27 (Cailin's actual due date)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7am - up - some contractions - irregular - must be Braxton Hicks. Heard that if you do things they go away. Need to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am - at Zoo for early member day. Beautiful day with some cloud cover. Watch a woodrat eat its breakfast, feed birds, walk around. Slightly stronger contractions than when I woke up. Hope these don't last for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11am - tired of walking - nine months pregnant after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noon - home. Rats - contractions didn't go away. If I sit and pay attention to them I will probably go insaane. How about a movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm - at the movie "Up" with a sandwich and butterfinger milk shake. Contractions? Probably but I have a movie and a milkshake to focus on. Much too busy to notice if they ar getting worse or more regular. Hooray for distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm - home - laying down with Braden for his nap. Contractions seem longer and more regular. Should probably time them at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4pm - ok fine. I'd guess they are about 5 minutes apart but they aren't 60 seconds long and they aren't all-consuming. But still, maybe Aaron should time them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:45pm - Aaron thinks they are about 5 minutes apart and 30-40 seconds long. Bright idea - shower. Have heard that a shower will stop them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:15pm - no more hot water. Feel great. Contractions even easier to ignore in the shower. Must be stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30pm - Christensens are here to take us to dinner. Chatting. Can't focus on the conversation because of these darn contractions that are back now. Hmmm - maybe we should time these again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm - Dinner isn't going to happen unles we stop by the hospital first. Contraction are about 40-50 seconds long and about 3-4 minutes apart. Christensens pack up Braden. Aaron packs me into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:45pm - hospital to be checked out. Can't ignore contractions but doing ok so far. Dilated to a 5. Wow. I am actually going to go into labor naturally. Both happy and sad about that. I guess we really won't get to go to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:15 - labor and delivery room. Feel ok. Don't need epidural. Am a rock. I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:25 - Oh the PAIN! Need epidural NOW. Why isn't everyone jumping to give me an epidural since I just asked for one 30 seconds ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 - contractions every 2 minutes and 80-90 seconds long. Is that normal? Cailin's heartrate is dropping significantly with each contraction. Nurse concerned - means I am either about to give birth OR that Cailin is in distress. Probably need to do C section. That means spinal block not epidural. FINE - just put me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:45 - Room empty except for Aaron. Docs conferring about my emergency c section somewhere else. Wait - I think that contraction was a pushing one. Get someone now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:48 - Aaon back alone. He told them but they didn't come. This contraction is DEFINITELY pushing. Notice Aaron running out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:50 - People yelling for me not to push. (Do they know that pushing is kind of involuntary???) I am dilated to a 7 and pushing will rip my uterus. Perhaps they should that to my uterus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:55 - Need to break my water. Where in the world are the drugs? Can't we wait for the drugs??? No of course not - evidently this anesthesiologist doesn't like delivering anesthesia. I hate everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - A new voice with an accent- evidently a doctor finally. Only a few minutes later and  - tells me I am dilated to a 10 and she sees the head. No time to wait for drugs - baby coming now. Time to push after all.  (Can they make up their minds???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:05 - Another miserable contraction (have been wanting to die for 40 minutes now) Finally get to push with it.  Halfway thru push they tell me to stop again.  What is it this time???  Oh - Cailin is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most miraculous events of my life - and it only took half a push :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-1681271791173937496?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/1681271791173937496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=1681271791173937496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/1681271791173937496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/1681271791173937496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-thoughts-delivery-story.html' title='Birthday Thoughts (The Delivery Story)'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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-7658118073159926967.post-5085529042570436897</id><published>2009-07-10T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:23:17.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cailin Anne Christensen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Sld3PEmO_4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/eoX04aYUuhU/s1600-h/Cailin+Newborn+Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356881382596345730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Sld3PEmO_4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/eoX04aYUuhU/s320/Cailin+Newborn+Photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cailin Anne Christensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday,  June 27 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 lbs 6 oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21 1/2 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/7658118073159926967-5085529042570436897?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/5085529042570436897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=5085529042570436897' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5085529042570436897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5085529042570436897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/07/cailin-anne-christensen.html' title='Cailin Anne Christensen'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Sld3PEmO_4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/eoX04aYUuhU/s72-c/Cailin+Newborn+Photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-2961872797848066704</id><published>2009-06-20T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:11:14.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky 7</title><content type='html'>Is seven really lucky? I don't know. But I am due in 7 days - June 27. Does that mean I will have the baby by then? My prediction is no. I predict I will go into labor on July 2nd, but if I don't, I will be induced on July 4th most likely. Most people can't believe I am willing to wait an extra week but I have to say this pregnancy has been pretty easy. I am one of the lucky ones. I don't get most of the symptoms that everyone else does. After learning that the "comfy chair" was inherently evil I have even fewer aches and pains than I did with Braden. The baby herself is also so mild. She is calm and lets me sleep at night. When I push on her little feet she pulls them in. A pretty good house guest over all. Perhaps I will let her stay a bit longer. After all, I haven't finished washing the car seat yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-2961872797848066704?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/2961872797848066704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=2961872797848066704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2961872797848066704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2961872797848066704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/06/lucky-7.html' title='Lucky 7'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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-7658118073159926967.post-880444858908556877</id><published>2009-06-20T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:34:09.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remodel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;OK - so I haven't wanted to talk too much about the remodel we have been doing but I think I finally can because it is virtually over now. It started in March and now with one week left we finally have our house to ourselves with only a few projects left to do. (Aaron is installing a few new door knobs as I type.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Most of the work was fixing flaws in the house: the ceiling crack that got worse when we added the garage roof, the many holes in the wall from places that mirrors had been removed and carpet had been taken off, black cracks in ceiling tiles in the basement .... the list goes on forever. Of the more noticeable changes: we removed the hot pink carpet from its last holdouts, all of the mirror tiles on the walls, replaced the case and base for a more updated look, painted almost the entire home, covered the strange black tile in the entry with travertine and completely gutted and redid our upstairs bath. Here are some photos of before and afters:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349492867675875170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Sj03a5pOZ2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/GkSH2wFYKMQ/s320/Before+upstairs+bath.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Upstairs bath before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349492544970595810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Sj03IHeSneI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NgciSllwowI/s320/New+bath.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Upstairs bath after&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349492556797722914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Sj03IziGQSI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ubHf-65Hc4s/s320/New+Shower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The color of the travertine in the photo is a bit dark. We used the same tile for the entry way.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349492864369510466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Sj03atU7SEI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/WNcMpfNJJB0/s320/Before+stairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The stairs before - a great example of the mirrors, hot pink carpet and occasionally carpeted walls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349492557695852082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Sj03I24OnjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/W5FMUziHPYo/s320/New+stairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The stairs now - tan carpet with shaker beige walls, espresso doors and white trim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349492550118024146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Sj03IapiI9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/uZivbabYmZo/s320/New+Braden+Half.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Braden's half of the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349492542141454402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Sj03H87xWEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Ivl0VS57tUw/s320/New+Baby+Half.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The new baby's half of the room (this is the best photo of the wall color)&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/7658118073159926967-880444858908556877?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/880444858908556877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=880444858908556877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/880444858908556877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/880444858908556877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/06/remodel.html' title='Remodel'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Sj03a5pOZ2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/GkSH2wFYKMQ/s72-c/Before+upstairs+bath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-8315240919343214206</id><published>2009-06-20T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:17:45.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was it last weekend? I can't even keep the days straight anymore... we (and about 300,000 other people) went to the air show. Braden had a chance to crawl into some cockpits, stand on some wings and I had the chance to sit because my father in law actually bought me a chair :). So kind! It was fun watching the planed do acrobatics, eating ridiculously expensive hot dogs, and even fun taking the bus ride back to the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349490312135501618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Sj01GJg65zI/AAAAAAAAAPg/O8JgT9Ik2gU/s320/Plane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A terribly photoshopped picture with all of us together - Aaron, Natalie Braden, Grandpa and Grandma Christensen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-8315240919343214206?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/8315240919343214206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=8315240919343214206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8315240919343214206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8315240919343214206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/06/air-show.html' title='Air Show'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/Sj01GJg65zI/AAAAAAAAAPg/O8JgT9Ik2gU/s72-c/Plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-1581289723450501036</id><published>2009-05-31T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:56:37.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Van - Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There are a lot of things to like about Aaron's job but the fact that we get to use a company car for a flat monthly fee has to be one of the best. When Aaron was hired on he didn't get a choice of vehicles - we were just assigned a silver van that someone else had ordered. Originally I was somewhat mortified, but its utility finally won me over. It was great to have so many seats to give everyone rides. I loved how the seats stowed away in seconds to create as much cargo room as we could posssibly want - even enough to transport our full sized couch without leaving the back open. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as these perks come, they also go. The company decided that vans were too expensive (with gas prices and the constant maintenance) so Aaron was asked to turn his in. Now we have a new Dodge Journey. Cute, fun to drive, and even with a built in cooler/warner. But (and I really can't believe I am saying this) it isn't a van. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342109909151039010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SiL8qJ4KviI/AAAAAAAAAPY/5qzx3mLVqAs/s320/white+dodge+journey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-1581289723450501036?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/1581289723450501036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=1581289723450501036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/1581289723450501036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/1581289723450501036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/05/van-go.html' title='Van - Go'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SiL8qJ4KviI/AAAAAAAAAPY/5qzx3mLVqAs/s72-c/white+dodge+journey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-8744182852621515313</id><published>2009-05-31T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:40:43.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day with Thomas</title><content type='html'>Thomas the Train visited the Heber Valley Railroad this past weekend and we were lucky enough to find out about it in time to get tickets ! We went with Grandma and Grandpa Christensen (who had wanted to go the last several years.) The actual ride on Thomas was very leisurely and Braden enjoyed opening and closing the window shade and demanding that the rest of us "sleep" or "be awake" accordingly. We also had fun at a petting zoo (with a baby camel that tried to take a sip of my drink), a bubble area and at several train tables. Braden's only two disappointments were that he eventually had to e leave the gift shop and that he didn't get to meet diesel - the bad guy who is his favorite Thomas teh train engine.  (Have I already screwed up his parenting?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342104435917560514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SiL3rkfnmsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_AgpFelOhNo/s320/Braden+with+Top+M+Hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Braden with Sir Top M Hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342104450848359458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SiL3scHZhCI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/J_kWivu9MDU/s320/All+of+us+with+Thomas.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;All of us (Grandpa and Grandma Christensen, Braden, Aaron and Natalie) after riding Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342104442499285378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SiL3r9A0wYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/nN44Gxu29y8/s320/Aaron+and+Brasden+with+Thomas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aaron and Braden with Thomas and our fun conductor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-8744182852621515313?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/8744182852621515313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=8744182852621515313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8744182852621515313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/8744182852621515313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-with-thomas.html' title='A Day with Thomas'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SiL3rkfnmsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_AgpFelOhNo/s72-c/Braden+with+Top+M+Hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-5261202623939185071</id><published>2009-05-31T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:14:27.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The DARK SIDE of our family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Star Wars, as a rite of passage, came to Aaron at age 5 (or so I am told). He loved the story and characters - but his favorite was always Darth Vader. When the Christensens gave him all of the Star Wars movies on DVD for his birthday in May, Aaron did some quick mathematical calculations and determined that Braden would be equivalenty ready for episode 4 at age 3.5 . I was a little nervous about the violence and scary scenes but if Braden was scared at all the first time he saw it, he is definitely over it now that he has chosen to watch it for our family movie night 3 weeks in a row. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we went to the May Day festival and saw that Braden could get his picture with Star Wars characters we though he would jump at the chance. Instead he seemed a little afraid. Of course, when I thought about it- with all of those scary storm troopers and other masked villians - it made perfect sense. Except that I was totally wrong. When he finally warmed up, he ran straight for the sotrm troopers and hid from the Jedi! What is it with my family and the dark side???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342098298494658466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SiLyGUz-J6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/1q_7u_P_9mw/s320/Star+Wars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Braden and Aaron with their Star Wars buddies. If Braden looks disturbed it is probably because a Jedi jumped into the picture at the last minute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-5261202623939185071?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/5261202623939185071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=5261202623939185071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5261202623939185071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5261202623939185071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/05/dark-side-of-our-family.html' title='The DARK SIDE of our family'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SiLyGUz-J6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/1q_7u_P_9mw/s72-c/Star+Wars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-4234255318027749773</id><published>2009-05-31T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:50:32.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May Day</title><content type='html'>On May 16 Wheeler Farm had a May Day festival. It was fun to watch Braden old enough to really enjoy those giant bounce houses and blow up slides. We were thrilled he was finally able to climb the huge whale slide by himself - but a little surprised when he chose to dive off head first (he inherited his "no fear" attitude from Aaron). He seemed a little surprised by the result, too, and never tried it again - although he went up that slide probably 16 more times :). Braden rode a little train and got to meet several Star Wars characters 0 raising donations for "Toys for Tots."  And after a nice lunch in the shade we took half a loaf of bread to feed the ducks and geese and their swarms of babies. It was a great family afternoon together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342092693826524018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SiLtAFy9U3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/nUy9iySUFFo/s320/Bounce+Houses.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Braden by himself in the bounce house obstacle course.  It is so fun watching him grow up.  Every age seems to be even more fun than the last!&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/7658118073159926967-4234255318027749773?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/4234255318027749773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=4234255318027749773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/4234255318027749773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/4234255318027749773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-day.html' title='May Day'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SiLtAFy9U3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/nUy9iySUFFo/s72-c/Bounce+Houses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-5865884101924352939</id><published>2009-05-30T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T06:30:53.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Comfy Chair</title><content type='html'>Evidently there is a Monty Python skit about a "comfy chair" used as a torture device.  So when I named a specific, triple padded executive chair "the comfy chair" my coworkers laughed, I glared at them and anyone with the ability to see my past and future probably thought , "hmmm, interesting foreshaddowing..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the comfy chair at work for most of my pregnancy with Braden to ease the joint pain that started in my first trimester.  Not that I could complain - joint pain and back pain (and how the two combined to keep me from sleeping) were my main symptoms with Braden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pregnancy I decided to put off my special chair as a treat for the last trimester.  I must say I was surprised at how I held up.  My joints, though sore while sitting in the chair at work, weren't as sore at night.  And luckly this pregnancy didn't have that same upper back pain.  That is until I snuck the comfy chair back into my office 4 weeks ago!  One blissful day of rest in the comfy chair and I was up most of the night with my joints and back killing me just like they did with Braden!  Since then the comfy chair has been banished from my area.  Anyone want to re-enact the Monty Python skit?  I have the perfect prop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-5865884101924352939?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/5865884101924352939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=5865884101924352939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5865884101924352939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/5865884101924352939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/05/comfy-chair.html' title='The Comfy Chair'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-4766543176200052831</id><published>2009-05-09T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:11:45.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnage at the Christensen Corral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As controversial as Aaron is, I knew it would only be a matter of time before there was some sort of attempt on his life. It finally happened a few weekends ago on a Saturday in our own home. I was tidying up the front room while Aaron was snacking in the kitchen. All at once I heard a scream of absolute shock and raced to find Aaron, the counters, the cabinets, the fridge, the floor and even the walls in the front room all splattered with something red. Blood? No - a delicious blend of tomatoes, onions and cilantro. This was the work of one of our favorite Mexican restaurants - Los Hermanos - and the weapon of choice was an exploding tub of salsa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the end, the only casualty was the white shirt Aaron had been wearing. Will there be another attempt? I can only assume so. Any message intended by the blast ("hey - stop hogging all the salsa" for example) was completely lost on Aaron, who, after tossing his shirt in the trash, opened the other 32 oz container we had purchased and continued his snack.&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="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333979449105635698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SgYaDF8s2XI/AAAAAAAAAOo/eG1l2KV042o/s320/Salsa+Carnage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A non-artist's rendition of the gore that followed the salsa bomb.  No joke.  I wish I had just gotten the camera!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-4766543176200052831?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/4766543176200052831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=4766543176200052831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/4766543176200052831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/4766543176200052831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/05/carnage-at-christensen-corral.html' title='Carnage at the Christensen Corral'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SgYaDF8s2XI/AAAAAAAAAOo/eG1l2KV042o/s72-c/Salsa+Carnage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-2896111184046633116</id><published>2009-05-09T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:16:31.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast with the Easter Kookaburra?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Saturday before Easter we took Braden to Hogle Zoo for breakfast with the Easter Bunny. As it turned out, it was more like breakfast with the bunny, a kookaburra, several snakes, a few lizards, more birda and a ferret. We ate a pretty good buffet breakfast (Braden probably ate 7 sausages!) at tables while zoo workers brough around various animals for the kids to look at and touch. Braden showed his lack of fear (and common sense) when told he could touch a snake so he reached out and grabbed it. Fortunately for my poor heart the zoo member acted quickly so that the snake wouldn't grab Braden back! All in all, another great experience at the zoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333951499977907778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SgYAoPVYXkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/0idjYEnj4TE/s320/Easter+Bummy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-2896111184046633116?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/2896111184046633116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=2896111184046633116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2896111184046633116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2896111184046633116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/05/breakfast-with-easter-kookaburra.html' title='Breakfast with the Easter Kookaburra?'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SgYAoPVYXkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/0idjYEnj4TE/s72-c/Easter+Bummy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-4327649179091694476</id><published>2009-04-11T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:59:34.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Ape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Going to the zoo as often as we do, we feel like we are really getting to know the animals. Perhaps that goes both ways. A few weeks ago a spider monkey acted like he recognized us and ran over to watch us for several minutes and even followed us when we moved. We were really taken off guard so we didn't think to get out the camera. When the same thing happened a few minutes later at the Gorilla enclosure, we were slightly more prepared! &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_5323616499118499378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SeFJAA5d5jI/AAAAAAAAAOY/SiIJu2BHRlc/s320/Ape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Braden with the gorilla - with major brightness/contract enhancement so you can see the gorilla face a little.  The gorilla came over when Braden got there and left the window when Braden left!  Things that make you go hmmmm.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-4327649179091694476?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/4327649179091694476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=4327649179091694476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/4327649179091694476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/4327649179091694476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/04/going-ape.html' title='Going Ape'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/SeFJAA5d5jI/AAAAAAAAAOY/SiIJu2BHRlc/s72-c/Ape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658118073159926967.post-2348557383103481720</id><published>2009-03-21T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:46:21.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways in Which We Excel</title><content type='html'>For many years I have been teased about the spreadsheets I use to make my life easier.  For example - if you get a Christmas letter from us - and presumably you do or you wouldn't waste your time reading this blog - your name, appropriate salutation and address are stored neatly in an Excel spreadsheet I update every year.  If you have ever eaten my "Beef Stroganoff for Engineers" (turns out engineers would make great chefs!) the recipe is saved as a Word document on my PC and is also listed on a recipe spreadsheet under the categories of beef, crockpot and Sunday meals.  Laugh if you want to, but every time I take something that I just can't seem to get done properly and apply a spreadsheet to it - it works for us!  Baby names are no exception.  Aaron and I did the rounds when naming the dogs.  The pre-spreadsheet method we came up with was that I would suggest several names, Aaron would say no to them all and I would be in a bad mood for a while.  Then we would start this process over again.  When it came to naming Braden I didn't want us to go thru the same aggravating steps so I came up with the spreadsheet solution.  I copy an entire website of names to a spreadsheet.  I go thru and remove the names I like the least and then email the remainder to Aaron.  We go back and forth removing names until we come to a name we both like.  Since Braden is anxious to have a name for the baby in my tummy we started the process earlier this time - I sent the first draft to Aaron yesterday.  It still may take a while before we agree on a single name - but hey - its in a spreadsheet now so I know we will sort it out eventually!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-2348557383103481720?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/2348557383103481720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=2348557383103481720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2348557383103481720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/2348557383103481720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/03/ways-in-which-we-excel.html' title='Ways in Which We Excel'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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-7658118073159926967.post-3548328983174144608</id><published>2009-03-21T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:33:12.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Tommy Boy</title><content type='html'>Even though I work in computers, I wouldn't call myself a techno-geek really. But I had to blog about a few of the gadgets that we have come to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first is TIVO (we have the dish network version). It is so great to be able to watch the shows you like at a time that is convenient to you - and even better - to skip the commercials. The downside is that we are completely out of touch with upcoming movies and world news. (Or maybe that is also an upside with how things seem to be going in the world lately...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My second technology love is the GPS. We got a TomTom almost 2 years ago. At first it was fun having it take us to places we normally go (like the store) to see if it knew any shortcuts. It did! (Funn how little we know our local area when it comes down to it!) After doing a lot of road trips last year, however, little Tommy jumped from "fun gadget" to integral member of the family. On long trips we could drive until we neecded a break, check for the nearest park and let Braden play for an hour before we took off. At night we could drive until Aaron was tired and then call all of the close hotels for the cheapest price at the last minute. It made traveling so much easier and so much more fun. I thank that Tommy enjoyed it, too...perhaps a little too much. With the new pregnancy, the traveling came to a screeching halt. Tomtom began releasing from the windshield (and plunging to the floor) and inopportune times - a passive-aggressive attempt to get our attention. When that didn't work - I think he became desperate. I came back to the car after running an errand a few weeks ago and TomTom, all of his accessories, and even our milti-charging unit, were gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we contemplate the possibility of replacing him (which model should we get - are there certain models that are a little more loyal?) I can't help remembeing the good times with Tomtom and hoping that he is enjoying his travels - with whichever family has him now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315678249557375986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/ScUVNE0jO_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/CdetJIz0QOY/s320/tomtom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658118073159926967-3548328983174144608?l=christensenutah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/feeds/3548328983174144608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658118073159926967&amp;postID=3548328983174144608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/3548328983174144608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658118073159926967/posts/default/3548328983174144608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christensenutah.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-tommy-boy.html' title='Oh Tommy Boy'/><author><name>Aunti Nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435596737960464305</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/_Zdo2HKVUSo0/ScUVNE0jO_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/CdetJIz0QOY/s72-c/tomtom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
